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Ignite the Flames of Fantasy's Illusion

I’m searching for my muse, to inspire delight and confuse
I’m seeking my muse to ignite the flames of fantasy’s illusion
Beyond the caging of this ‘reality’, cast off dull realities. Cast off.
It almost makes me weep to think of all the heat I’ve wasted
Trying to keep her memory warm. Outside the storm is raging.
Inside the beast is aging yet growing more accustomed to is form.
Born of the heavens she bears the ark of the Crescent Moon.
Insanity calls, beckoning you to fall out of tune with the chords you play.
No one can blame him, no one can name him, for he is the beast untamed.

poem by David Lacey
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Beauty Is The Beast

beauty is the beast
upon our souls and hearts it feasts
it makes us blind to itself
behind innocent smiles it hides in stealth
yet in every place where beauty lies
the angels breath out their gentle sighs
its iron strength conquers our hearts by storm
transforming our very souls into their darkest form
to beauty does our money go, to beauty does our hearts
oh beauty it does cast its spell and triumphs over smarts
for beauty's thirst is unquenchable with habits most costly to sustain
it is beauty that calls to us and causes all our pain
and those who do escape beauty’s graceful wrath
yearn for its cursed gifts with envy doubled rather than halved
for beauty is the ugliest and foulest creature of them all
and in the end it is beauty that everything must fall
for beauty is the beast that we fight within
hence if beauty is the beast one can never win...

poem by Lara wolf
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Triumphus

A man, made

In the image

Of God,

Became a

Beast, in the

Form of a man.

The beast

Sired a son,

Not a beast.

The beast

Abandoned

His son.

His son

Has a son,

Not a beast.

poem by Francis Santaquilani
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Nature Of The Beast

It is the key to all the doors,
It is the crashing on the shores.
It lives in your steering wheel.
It hides in the wind and rain,
With voices as cold as steel
Its calling your name
It is the smile upon his face
It is the winning of the race.
It lives in the red-alert.
It lives in the power game
Its easy to take to heart
But harder to tame
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast
It is the glowing in his eyes
It is the reason for his lies
How many know youre there
How many play your game
Hes always the man to dare
Youre always to blame
It is the need to understand
It is the trigger in his hand
It lives in the uniform
It grows from the need to gain
With faces so old and torn
Its calling your name
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
This is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
Without all this heat
Theyll be dancing west to east
This is the nature of the beast.

song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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One Who Fishes For Nonsense to Dish

They've been taught to cast blame,
Responsibility and the game of placing shame...
Upon the shoulders of someone else.
To free themselves of guilt and its association.

And these teachings have come spouting out,
Directly from the dictates of the horse's mouth.

But...
The horse is accustomed to delusion and denial.
And makes attempts to set its own trial...
With a handpicked jury,
And a judge known to have selective memory.

And anyone looking in,
When these lessons began to be taught without end.
Have also been unknown willing victims...
Of this very same process,
That keeps them entertained.

Taught to cast blame,
By one who fishes for nonsense to dish...
Upon fresh and innocent subjects to train.
With a purpose to have glorified,
One's own name and fame to claim.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slouching Towards Bethlehem

Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And it's moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the Sea of Galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely it's the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards Bethlehem to be born

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Our Metal Beast

Down the road we talk and laugh,
In the metal beast that gives us a ride,
Who knows if it is willing,
And who would really care.

Who ever thought we could ruin,
the life of that which gives it back,
the metal beast are everywhere,
Large ones that seem to carry,
Fifty or more on their tracks.

Or the small ones no more than five or six,
they can carry,
These metal beast,
we never question,
these metal beast that spew out death,
in a smokey and floating form.

Our metal beast,
that we learn to love,
Our metal beast are everywhere,
polished and primed,
or rusty and old,

Our metal beast that we hold onto,
that we love,
Or take for granted.

Our metal beast,
spew out death to our home.

poem by Rebecca Adams
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Slouching Toward Bethlehem

Based on a poem by w.b. yeats
Turning and turning
Within the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Things fall apart
The center cannot hold
And a blood dimmed tide
Is loosed upon the world
Nothing is sacred
The ceremony sinks
Innocence is drowned
In anarchy
The best lack conviction
Given some time to think
And the worst are full of passion
Without mercy
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely its the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Hoping and hoping
As if by my weak faith
The spirit of this world
Would heal and rise
Vast are the shadows
That straddle and strafe
And struggle in the darkness
Troubling my eyes
Shaped like a lion
It has the head of a man
With a gaze as blank
And pitiless as the sun
And its moving its slow thighs
Across the desert sands
Through dark indignant
Reeling falcons
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely its the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Raging and raging
It rises from the deep
Opening its eyes
After twenty centuries
Vexed to a nightmare
Out of a stony sleep
By a rocking cradle
By the sea of galilee
Surely some revelation is at hand
Surely its the second coming
And the wrath has finally taken form
For what is this rough beast
Its hour come at last
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born
Slouching towards bethlehem to be born

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Defeating...That Beast

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

Think about the distance you've come,
Defeating...the beast.
Think about your decision not to run,
Away...from the beast.
Think about those knees on the ground,
Weeping for the beast.
Think about the dirt you ate,
Fed...by the beast.
Think about celebrating...
Those days ahead awaiting!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

No longer the martyr,
Defeating...that beast.
Get up...and strut about.
You've defeated...that beast.
Let those words come out of your mouth,
'I've defeated...that beast! '
Let the people see and believe it,
You've defeated...that beast.
Whoop...and hollar about,
'I've defeated...and done feeding it!
That beast is outta my house.'

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

More than a piece of cake!
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.

Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.

More than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.

Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
That beatened up beast to beat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Separated

In the early hours of this morning
I was wakened by a raging storm.
It was at this time that I discovered
I’d been separated from my form.

My substance had passed away
leaving me to carry on alone.
I don’t know why I’ve been forsaken
I’m now a shadow without a home.

The consequences are yet unknown,
but I have to try and carry on.
I don’t know how I’m going to do it
without my companion.

It’s time to venture out into the street
it appears to be a lovely day.
The sky is cloudless the sun is warm,
but no one can hear a word I say.

The other shadows are ignoring me
because I’m not being cast.
What does that mean to an un-cast shadow?
Are they inferring that I won’t last?

I’m beginning to get really anxious now,
the sun is bright, but I’m fading away.
Maybe I’m going and won’t be back,
and my departure was just a delay.

poem by Orlando Belo
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It is written

Men contemplate infinity.
Which should inspire humility
in arrogant humanity.

Though it does not, or so it seems
but serves to inspire madcap schemes
Which might fulfil men’s wilder dreams.

We have the capability
to reach beyond ability.
A mild form of insanity?

It may seem so but it is not
We’re not content with what we’ve got.
We’re striving to improve our lot

For dreams precede reality.
We search the realms of fantasy
for how we think life ought to be.

We do as we were programmed to,
we have no choice we have to do
and some of us though very few.

Will realise the universe
will one day go into reverse..
Although it seems to us perverse.

All things that start must also end.
There is no way we can pretend
it is not so nor yet defend.

Our claim we have the right to be.
We contemplate infinity
But most are blind and cannot see.

I think perhaps it’s just as well
we don’t believe the stars foretell
The tolling of the final bell.

Which has to come eventually
for nothing lasts eternally.
That is the only certainty.

When this game ends another starts
The curtain falls the cast departs
to be recast for other parts.

Into a singularity
containing all that is to be.
Until the big bang sets it free.

20-Jul-08

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Suffering: Scarred

Darkness calls down to me
Sweat pours from my body like rain
Growing wiser with each touch
A pawn in lucifers game, am I?
It attacks me in the black abyss
The entity formless yet full of rage
The mark of the beast my body
Scarring me for eternal life
Chorus:
I brought this all upon myself
Sold my soul to change my life
It's up to me and no one else
The beast in me cant control my life
Bridge:
And so it's begun, the end of me
The seed was sewn now it's growing inside me
My fate in control , not mine
He lied
Repeat Chorus

song performed by by Iced Earth
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Parpa

He is called Parpa ad
My love to him is like beauty and the beast;
But i do know his story and feelings too.

Our hearts will grow on this love,
And i will surrender all that i have to him;
For life is all about the muse of love.

I will not worry much about what i have,
Since i am in love with him;
But when life is empty, where will i go without him?

There are more things we do behind close doors,
And Parpa is my man on this muse so sweet;
For he has all that it takes to love me.

Making love with him is all that makes me go round deeper than ever!
For the first time that i ever saw his face,
I knew that he was the one to carry me on like the blues of songs.

I thought the sun reflected on the rose of love beside me,
So i will never leave him alone on this love;
For Parpa is my man so sweet on this muse that satisfies my heart.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Beauty & The Beast

Ooooooo
Weaving down a byroad, singing the song
Thats my kind of highroll gone wrong
My-my
Smile at least
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Something in the night
Something in the day
Nothing is wrong but darling
Somethings in the way
Theres slaughter in the air
Protest on the wind
Someone else inside me
Someone could get skinned, how?
My-my
Someone fetch a priest
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Darling
My-my
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
(weakling)
My-my
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
I wanted to believe me
I wanted to be good
I wanted no distractions
Like every good boy should
My-my
Nothing will corrupt us
Nothing will compete
Thank God heaven left us
Standing on our feet
My-my
Beauty and the beast
My-my
Just beauty and the beast
You cant say no to the beauty and the beast
Darling
My-my
My
My-my
My

song performed by by David Bowie
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Mr. Moon

Written by jay kay, toby smith and stuart zender
Whooo wo wo now
Have you gone astray or lost your way?
You should have seen me yesterday,
Well i knew this kind of love was written in the stars
It's only once or twice that you're inline with mr.moon
Then it was you...
You took me on your cloud
Give me flowers for my pain
But with some degree my destiny seemed to slip away from me
Before i got to now your name...
Just give me a chance
I'll do what you want me to
Everybody wants to dance, so how come i can't dance with you
You really turn me on
You're the one that makes me smile...
It's mr moon who plays in tune,
Mr moon who knows
And if it's mr. moon who gives the sign then that's the sign that goes on
I never know what to do till i'm there with you....
Eh....all right on....
Did you lose your mind or for a day?
You don't remember anyway...
Like the waters of a dream encapsulate my mind
A place i haven't seen sits a the end of space and time
So lost in love...
Than i think i'm blind...
To purchanse upon this circumstance,
It's something of a miracle so spiritual it's verging on the physical...
Searching for a love i cannot find...
Oh, now i'm lost in your love...
Now i'm lost, and i don't know when to turn,
Now i'm lost in your, now i'm lost in your love...
Parira parira...parira parira...
(just play my tune, oh mr. moon)
Just play my tune, just play my tune
Just play my tune, just play my tune
Just play my tune, just play my tune
Ooooh la la, la lara lo la la, lalala...
Just give me a chance
I'll do what you want me to
Everybody wants to dance, so how come i can't dance with you
You really turn me on
You're the one that makes me smile...yeah......oh!
It's mr moon who plays in tune,
Mr moon who knows
And if it's mr. moon who gives the sign then that's the sign that goes on
I never know what to do till i'm there with you....
Eh, eh....oh now....
Oh mr. moon play that tune for me...
Oh mr. moon just play tune for me...
Why don't you play that tune that i can't get down, that i can't get down with this girl...
(oooooh.....)
Oh, that girl, you know she really, blows my, head apart,
And the sky and the stars, all, synkronized...
Eh no.... no no no, now me and her,
We are love...
We have synkronized...i know...
This is love...
This is love...
Oh now girl....you know... and the stars and moon have synkronized their love...
Ooooh, ooooh
Oh, come girl!
I wanna tell you how i love you since we came together yeah! oh yeah yeah yeah!
Oooh.... i wanna tell you how i love you since we came together...
Hey just play my tune, just play my tune, just play my tune...
Hey, hey now girl you know that our love is synkronized...
I got to tell you, whooo i got to tell you....

song performed by by Jamiroquai
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The Beast 2

He let his son
clean the bad mans hubs
He let his son be seen
With the beast
How could he let that be
It makes no sense to me

I've seen some things
from been young to been a man
but I've never seen anything like this

He's been a beast
for most of the time
but family keep his secret underground
The whole street know what he is
but they seem blind to this beasts smile

But now it's time
for justice to smile
The beast is about to get
whats proper and right
The beast is going down

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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^^Raging hate, aging fate^^

Locked inside this deep raging hate.
Wanting to escape the aging fate.
In a world full of toxic waste, makes me wounder how it tastes.
The death that lies inside, my pain that cries for revise.
How do i leave this raging hate
& how do i escape this aging fate?

poem by Carly Bachor
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Buena Vista

Wake up butterfly
The sun's fallen down
The clouds are rolling over
And we still got many miles to go
From winter days come starless nights
The constellations frown
And when the heavens start to open
Even monkeys gonna need a coat
And the masterpiece slipped through my hand
Stole a car and drove to a foreign land
The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh
And Opus 49's to blame
From moon illusion Buena Vista in flames
The man with the camera said nice try but..er..fly...
Wake up butterfly
The sun's fallen down
The wind is blowing backwards
And it's opening the eye of the storm
The spiders circuit spinning out on the ground
They're wishing they were younger
There's a little bit of that in us all
Take it down
Take it down
There's a little bit of that in us all
Yeah, come on and bring it around
Bring me round
There's a little bit of that in us all...
The masterpiece slipped through my hand
Stole a car and drove to a foreign land
The man with the camera said he'd seen it all before, uh huh
And Opus 49's to blame
From moon illusion Buena Vista in flames
The man with the camera said nice try but..er...flyyyy...
[Jamming to the end]

song performed by by Gomez
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Laments upon the Autumn Wind

Uprooted the dryads palace is cast upon the flames
That flicker in keeping warm the mansion upon the hill.
The old folk upon the green re-embrace the Joys of youth
Still they weep as England hath been stripped of her forests deep
No longer doth Avalon sleep in a silent splendour.
Up in smoke burn ancient Oaks as tears form upon my cheeks
More so each day we weaken the strength of our mother with
Insistent exploitation of resources. Fifteen fires burn a constant
Lighting the descent into desire. See beyond the vision ideal.
Make real the way you feel, weep for the dryads sleepless,
Cast as they are amidst the nightmare from their kingdom.
I hear laments upon the autumn wind, can you hear them singing?

poem by David Lacey
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We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.

quote by Judy Garland
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Realities

Many fears,
Many tears,
Many years,
Many wears;
It's all about life when,
One faces the realities.
Birth, school, work and death;
The realities of life to keep on growing,
There is no hiding place from here.

The muse of a Bard,
The ink of a Writer,
The brush of an Artist;
To face the realities of life like,
The teacher and the student.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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