In Sleeping I Open My Eyes
A whisper in the shadows of my heart is echoing
Throughout the caverns of my mindscape.
The guardian at the gate awaits me,
Casting away foul entities and keeping watch for the return
Of Father Sky and his retinue. The wild hunt is prowling the stars this night
Seeking those midnight dancers whom wish to know the wisdom bliss of wisdoms kiss.
Are not the madmen we lock away in grim plastic towers grey
Those same men who led us in past times, breaking the boundaries of reality
Beating branches upon the ground, sounding the horns of midnight’s calling.
Leading the dance in ecstasy without a thought of sin,
Beating the barriers of worlds down with intoxicating rhythm?
Once it was we who would stand in conference with kings
What now for us? Now that we have been reduced to a rambling ring
Of underground gutter poets, striving for a better life.
What now for us now that we have been left, desolate in isolation
Surrounded by all and known by none?
Who can know of me
What I do not know of myself?
Who can love in me
What I do not love in myself?
Old friends are re emerging from the woodwork frame of past existence.
Gathering once more, small worlds upon the purple journey converge,
Merging in madness the sadness that beckons with the awakening of our
Souls shaken from the tranquility of our kingdom comfort.
In descent I am rising
In sleeping I open my eyes
Live the life you love
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Prince Amongst Men
The circle has turned seven wheels towards the dream.
How many moons have passed since our awakening?
Fueled upon whiskey and rising
Sanity ravaged by mad dogs foaming and raging
Tearing at the pages of history
Spurring on the reality that exists within the eyes of a child.
The story exists
We may write it
We may read it
We live it.
Who are you my child?
The druid casting shadows onto stone?
The wicked witch who lives alone?
Surrounded by an army of flying monkeys?
Strange symbols of slavery?
What mockery of sanity is this?
That I should slip throughout looking glass worlds.
One eye is shared by two
My flesh is re arranging itself in demonic parody
The horns of Pan are breaking the skin of my scalp
Leaving me goat hoofed and parading the catacombs of
The mountain night, seeking the nymphs of delight in there sleeping
Promising to keep soft and watchful eye upon there safety
But hoping, in a devils delight that they will remember
The joy of spring and require the love I bring.
Restless within the moment
Each seeks their escape
Forever running beneath the midnight sun
Enveloping themselves in the dreams of their forefathers.
Sweet bliss is this life to kiss.
Rise, a Prince amongst Men
Rise King amongst God's
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Rhythm Of Love
Innocence no answer
To your breaking heart
If the situation
Sometimes falls apart
Then in this ecstasy
Your charms are frozen
No emotion falling through your arms
Morning, daydream, time still growing shorter
Take me over lead me to the water
To the rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
Why should I escort you
To your secret needs
Climbing up your ladder
I keep falling down
Anyway will do
Anyone will do
When you dance to your darkest tune
Surrounded
As you crawl around the room
Night time fever burning till youre higher
Take me over lead me through the fire
The rhythm of love
To the rhythm of love
The rhythm of love
To the rhythm of love
Morning daydream midnight fever
Morning daydream midnight fever
Inhibitions keep you from your point of view
Information needing to confuse
In this situation I have found you
In the rhythm of
Morning daydream midnight fever
Morning daydream midnight fever
Rhythm of love
Rhythm of love
To the rhythm of love
Rhythm of love
song performed by by Yes
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Why Is It Silent This Ocean Of Souls?
The circle is turning its seventh wheel
And reality is breaking at its boundaries
Small worlds are colliding once more
Upon the tapestry unfolding
And we are to set our sails for new horizons
We are to set sail in search of a home we have never known.
Where are the birds of morning’s song?
Why is it silent this ocean of souls?
I shall ask the elders….
Allow your heart to smile
Allow your friends to sing
And dance, go dance just for a while
And know the love you bring.
Her eyes they shone a diamond mile
Below the moon a lamplight flickering between island clouds
I asked her to dance just for a while
And then I lost her in the crowd.
Moralities rotten, inhibition forgotten,
The dance is led, wild and fed upon the souls of the dead still dreaming.
Where are we now to turn?
Where now for us to run?
Now that they burn our books
And chase the innocent down
Vermin flesh torn by vermin hounds
The purple journey leads my soul
Through the void to make me whole
The purple journey bends my mind
It leaves me lost and hard to find.
It stirs within the forest night
It stirs within the nightmare
It stirs within the burning light
It stirs within all we share.
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Do You Fear The Kingdom Of Shades?
Cycles in and out of time are moving endless circles in our minds
And we are one with the all. And we pretend that this is it,
Seeking to jest with lords and ladies at banquet halls
When the truth of humanity is to be found in the shadows of the city.
Here we are primal; here we forget what society expects of us
And we run, sometimes wild beyond the walls of our asylum
Sometimes wild within ourselves, tearing at every part of our sanity
We are as immaculate angels concealed within a human form so
That we may know beauty beyond what we are,
So that we may strive, and love and live to love.
Forget not that our ancestors strived to honor and love the world
Of which we were part, and now we are as ignorant children refusing to do our
Mother good when all she does for us is life.
Ask me not of suffering, or pain upon this plain
For the Balance is kept
Maybe by Gods, maybe by fate,
Maybe we can never be early or late
But believe it not
For who are we to surrender choice unto the gods
You have a voice
Use it
For we do not write to be read
We write to be heard.
Breathe and be relieved
That you are here
Now
And so easily you could not be
Look unto the skies and see what you feel
Look beyond the skies and see what is real.
The moment ever ending
The moment ever decomposing into the creation of the next
How many millennia hold there secrets in the loss of the serpents kiss?
Upon the shore there is a child, wild eyed in search of wisdoms bliss,
Faceless shadows form upon the surface of the void
Worlds are colliding, boundaries breaking
The flames of the inferno rise
And within the eyes of the devil
Stirs love sweet love to his surprise.
Would you dance with the devil
If he offered you the world?
Do you fear the kingdom of shades?
A cold and pristine beauty reflects within itself the origin of the soul
Here I am, confronting the god head of death,
Breathing fresher breath than ever I have known
See through death towards the other side of morning.
A Crystal Age is rising
Here we are at the dawn
Able to see what we never shall see
Able to hear what we never shall hear
Able to love all it is that we fear
Journey through the eyes of Orion
Throughout the abyss unfolding
Seek the source of wisdoms flowing
Seek upon your journey to know.
We run alone so far from home
Beneath a blazing sun
We claim our thrones of human bone
And claim our love is won.
Staring into the eyes of a Titan raging
What do you see?
Do you see the future past as the present now
Do you question how and why we're aging?
What is an answer with the question unset?
What is sorrow with naught to regret?
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To The Strangest Girl I've Ever Known
Heretical hierarchies decompose in slow plastic tides.
An ode is sung, wild eyed for those too scared to run,
A lament for those that tried to ply open the chest’s secret encoded,
And still we are relying on the illusion that our guns are loaded,
That we’re ready to explode at anytime in floods of woeful fears,
Streaming tears in cascades, breaking barriers, overrunning barricades.
I spy dreamers washed up upon the shore, lost in isolation when they are
Surrounded by a thousand likewise ungrounded souls. Crying for a saviour.
The doorways are now broken that would have opened had a little
Patience been applied, had we relied on more than instinct to guide us through the skies.
Beyond the twilight, beyond our mother’s delight lies the truth so far out of sight that we require proof of our existence before we empower ourselves with love.
Some sickly rose of pale blue shades clasped upon my palm,
Gone are the days of failing you she said,
Leaving me in a jaded calm of slumbering silence.
What defence could I offer?
The gifts of love that I made to gain her favour?
It seems as though there’s nothing left to say
As I find myself day by day scratching around upon the ground,
Seeking the latch to the doorway high beyond my reach.
Whilst some patchwork princess in the recesses of my mind
Awaits me beyond the kissing gate.
I fear that all she will find is me huddled blind
Seeking the light reborn from a bleak descent into darkness.
All there is that’s lost is yours to find as vibrations evoke
Reminiscence of a time so long since passed that memory has lapsed,
Beyond the mists of times blessing,
Beyond the clouds obscuring the memory as ever alluring.
For regret I’ve found there is no cure,
To the strangest girl I’ve ever known
What madness is this that sadness should be the flavour of the hour?
Such strange a love in friendship is ours to hold, to devour,
Warming with every heartbeat until the second we grow cold and fading.
Our souls taken from their form to dance with angels in ascent.
Such horror is it to find both our souls in descent,
Skimming the surface of insanity and every so often submerging ourselves
Beneath the ever sleepless deep.
The unconscious tides of our emotion
Are as the tides and currents of the ocean.
And here we are, trying to keep ourselves from crying
When tears are the only joy we know.
Here we are within the water flowing
With starlit eyes of youth still glowing.
The river is bursting its banks
Who should we thank?
God?
Our Mother Divine?
Father Time?
Me?
You?
The sky of blue?
The river is bursting its banks
Who should we thank?
poem by David Lacey
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To All The Friends I've Ever Known
What great sorrow is there in our unknowing of faded memories
And every tomorrow comes too late for we sweet dreamers of the nightmare
Shimmering in the glow of spirit night, the evil eye awaits us.
But we are strong, alive within the moment and rising
In you I know myself, In you I trust,
In you I know shines the light fantastic
Glowing and emitting ecstasy unto the soul of the world
We walk within the story
A story of friendship
Of strange love unknown
We walk within the story
A story of friendship
Of futures blurring
Small worlds are colliding
Merging as they submerge the souls of those
That can not stay adrift alike we within
The moment shifting. I'm here to lift you.
With the strength of a mountain
I could rise from within my hermit hole
Given your call in the morning or night
I would ride, a knight without armour
Bearing the golden shield of friendships empowering.
Here I am to shower you with the promise of a better life
Together we have looked upon the world with eyes of ecstatic vision
I have seen you cry
I have seen you laugh
I have passed away the hours with you
As though they were ours, and ours alone to pass away
Screaming from windows at the general public
Up to their general nonsense outside our towers sanctuary.
You have seen me high, tearing the seems of reality with a lions jaw
You've seen me lost and staring into space
Feeling alone although I am surrounded by all
And you've cared, and you've been there
With me sitting in silence, braiding in and out my hair
Shooting hollow daggers at faceless shadows.
Seeing only you as an angel amongst monsters.
I've chased you in the thundering rain
You in a madness only women may master
Screaming more tears than Father Sky could gather.
I have seen you tearing at the boundaries of sanity
And holding on to me, telling me I should not be there for you
That I should leave and let you see it through the blues alone.
What mockery of friendship it would be to leave thee in thy misery?
It seems as though within a dream we have walked another land
As though from past life memories I have the memory of your hand.
So into the story we shall stride again
Destiny’s colliding upon the tapestry of life
Sometimes bending as the winds of fate they blow
But know this, this secret bliss of mine
That beneath the snow the summer breathes
And all it takes is a little time for the
Seeds of joy in rapture to break from the
Soils of secluded solitude into the light.
The memory of death flickers within the eyes of the infant.
I'm here to help you feel
I'm here to make it real for you
Through the blue skies and the grey.
I'm only ever a call away.
poem by David Lacey
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Within Minster Grounds I Tremble
A thousand dreams are lost it seems as petals in descent
Falling to the ground in forgetting of a world chasing golden chariots across an azure sky
To wonder why
To cry
To sigh
And to try for something greater
These are the things the shake our souls
And make us equal with our maker.
Within Minster grounds I tremble
Seeking a knowledge of myself
So that I alone may reassemble
All that I’ve left lost along my way.
Fairies gather here, leading young girls astray from the dance
They are the brides of slow decay, Pretty maids, lifeless dolls,
Parading cold stares, adorning themselves in the feathers of
Innocence when a look within the eye leaves trembling the lover of love.
The Willow Man is playing the pipes of midnight melody
Hecate, great mother, maiden, crone, grant me the power to rise
Grant me the power to stare into the eyes of my gods, my prophecy, my story fulfilled.
The moon is quilted by blanket clouds, they are gathering,
Soft and slow, small worlds they are gathering, and the
Boundaries between plains are shifting. The crossroad awaits,
There we are to choose, do we loose ourselves in dreams?
Or do we make real all that we feel we could?
The ashtray is overflowing, my bottles empty
My mind aflame with ideas arcane
Here within my shanty.
Still I sit and stare
And make as though I was never there
Here within my shanty
Playing with my hair.
poem by David Lacey
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Worlds Apart
I hold you in my arms, thats when it starts
I seek faith in you kiss, and comfort in your heart
I taste the seed upon your lips, lay my tongue upon your scars
But when I look into your eyes, we stand worlds apart
Where the distant oceans sing, and rise to the plain
In this dry and troubled country your beauty remains
Down from the mountain roads where the highway rolls to dark
neath allahs blessed rain, we remain worlds apart
Sometimes the truth just aint enough
Or its too much in times like this
Lets throw the truth away, well find it in this kiss
In your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts
May the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart
Well let blood build a bridge, over mountains draped in stars
Ill meet you on the ridge, between these worlds apart
Weve got this moment now to live, then its all dust dust and dark
Let love give what it gives
Lets let love give what it gives
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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At Midnight Hour
AT midnight hour I went, not willingly,
A little, little boy, yon churchyard past,
To Father Vicar's house; the stars on high
On all around their beauteous radiance cast,
At midnight hour.
And when, in journeying o'er the path of life,
My love I follow'd, as she onward moved,
With stars and northern lights o'er head in strife,
Going and coming, perfect bliss I proved
At midnight hour.
Until at length the full moon, lustre-fraught,
Burst thro' the gloom wherein she was enshrined;
And then the willing, active, rapid thought
Around the past, as round the future twined,
At midnight hour.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Dance of love III
When I look into your eyes I can see myself,
Our relationship seems to be indestructible.
I give myself to you and I become a part of you
And there's nothing around here to me that matters.
We are together and explore our universe in unity
Because together we can really make it happen.
You're just everything to me, we are one being,
I cannot imagine the earth without you.
When you penetrate me I become another being,
You take everything from me and give me everything,
You take everything that I am and give yourself to me,
We love each other so much, we feel like exploding.
It is a connection between our hearts and souls and bodies
We dance our laughter, our tears, we dance our madness.
Two to one heart, two to one soul, dancing in rhythm with stars,
Dance is deeper, more intricately intertwined, the impetus of our passion
Ecstatic moments and rumbles of our minds and our souls,
We swallow each other, more deep and deep more, it is madness.
We understand the naturally flowing rhythm of our existence,
We kiss with hate and love every part of our molecular structure.
We understand each other and our bodies language,
I can not stay without you very long or live without you,
Especially at night when you love me and get me in trance.
We are two souls dancing the love dance in the same body.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Here In The Mounds Of Death
Feed the fantasy lost within a suffocating reality.
Listen, the flutes of the forest night are calling, can you hear?
Listen as you shed a tear for the last leaf of autumn falling,
Winter’s dawn is rising fast upon the horizons of our vision
And we are as the children of Eve lost to blanket insanity.
As each day disappears into the last we are waiting,
Awaiting the guardian at the gate to promise flowered
Wisdom in a lover’s kiss, yet there is something missing here
Within a world imbued with burning sigils of fear.
Into the eye of the dragon that holds the sky within his teeth
We stride, riding on unto the midnight sun
Never fearing the kingdom of shades
Nor running to hide from the waves of karmas tides.
Within celestial mansions built of ethereal elements
They reside; the Ancient Gods of our awakening.
The solar dragon is watching, keeping close and warming eye
Upon the valley green below
The Earth Mother writhes in ecstasy
Penetrated by the eye of the sun.
Here in the mounds of death, under fallen leaves
The Springtime maiden breathes
Knowing in dreams that her time is to come
And that it is she that will be celebrated
Within the return of the sun unto our realm.
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I Need You
Like an eagle soaring through the sky
I can see beyond the borders of our lives
No more fighting, no more taking sides
Now Im standing here with both arms open wide
Talk to me and I wont be a stranger
Close your eyes, and we both feel the same
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
Stand beside me, we can work it out
I could use some help, and thats what loves about
Look through my eyes, past the setting sun
I could see a day when we can live as one
Take my hand; let nothing come between us
I will be here for you til the end
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
Hear me out; use your heart to listen
Different worlds cant keep us apart
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
I need you
Ill be here when you need me
Ill hold you as dear to me as life (as dear to me as life)
I need you
Youve given love a new meaning
Youre a part of me inside
I need you
Like the air Im breathing
I need you,
Youre a part of me inside
Im with you
As long as my hearts beating
And together well survive
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Sleep Well Angel Sweetness
Sleep well angel sweetness
Find your place in dreams
Keep well within your mind
That nothing's as it seams.
This night angel sweetness
You have opened up my eyes
You have changed in form
Beyond the storm and opened up the skies.
Sleep well angel princes
In your kingdom's shade
Keep well within your boundaries
The time allowed to fade.
Sleep well angel dearest
Moon beam maiden of this realm
Keep steady in your hand the dreams
Which keep you steady at the helm.
Sleep well angel sweetness
Find your place within the clouds
Beyond the reach of savage men
Beyond the gathered crowds.
Let us dance beyond the moon
Allow us time to sing
Let us dance upon the moon
Allow us love to bring.
Let us swim the ocean sky
Allow us love to know
Let us fly and never sigh
Above worlds of porcelain snow.
My love for you sweet angel
Knows no boundaries in its kiss
Sleep well angel dearest
Upon a cloud of heavens bliss
Rest your head a moment
Just one moment in descent
Allow us time to kiss the moon
The future, past and present.
Let us swim the ocean sky
See angels dreaming there
Let us swim and never sigh
Run fingers through their hair.
Sleep well angel dearest
Below the clear moon sky
Embrace all it is you fear
Could bring tears to your eyes.
Embrace the day that beckons you
For it is as each moment the birth
And death of all creation.
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Hearts That Love Nature
Hearts that love nature
will be eternaly young,
eternal and immortal
like the nature itself,
which never dies to this
loving, beating heart,
nature that is alive
in the air that we breathe,
in the crowning glory of
the sun rising from
amidst the depths of the horizon;
Nature that is immortal,
the songs of the nightingale
and the cuckoo and the songbird,
will ring out in harmony
for infinite years,
the melody will keep playing
even when dust is created
and destroyed to dust,
hearts that feel nature
will become nature and live on,
amidst the vast sky
of splendour and elegance,
within the deepest corners
of the infinite oceans,
along on the breeze
that blows across this land;
Hearts that love nature
will be eternally young and immortal,
will strive in peace and silence,
the calmness and tranquility,
of merging with mother nature,
born again with
the leaves of new birth,
those fresh blossoms of spring,
whose scent is divine perfume
to this awakening earth,
and our hearts will be one,
playing gently on those meadows
surrounded by diasies that
once intrigued great poets of the past,
and we remain young and
immortal, forever...
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My Stories Of You (Chapter Nine)
She had giants following her scented footsteps,
and worlds of murderous blue, creating words of love
outside her heart.
But she loved no one that loved her.
She loved me, but as long as I didn't love her back.
Between the stars I travel, collecting the words
that keep slipping from my love letters of you.
They don't want to be finished, someone tells me.
He must be right.
At the edge of the world, I whisper to you, that I love you,
but there's no answer to comfort me,
no kiss to return the favour.
I haven't even seen you today, but my worlds
will still mean nothing without you.
Sadness is good, it means something to me,
for it makes me write more of you,
and I don't want to stop loving you.
(Somn usor eroina mea frumoasa)
(don't be confused, She is You)
poem by Serban Raducu Bogdan
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The Temple Of Our Crown
Idols of death promise wisdom within the bliss of sleep,
We dream not for we are awake
I stand not for I am shaking
Awaiting grim realities to take on hold of me
Prizing sanity from my grasp
Clasping tight around the boundaries of my asylum love.
Horned spirits of the fabric night are rising
Promising wisdom alongside the kiss of death.
Sleep until the morning breaks
Feel the sun and rise awake.
College girls drive wild the lust of the poet in pain
Be my world, can you trust me, is this a face you can but your faith in?
We are as children bearing candlelight
Forming shadows as we dance
We are as children of the fragrant night
Chancing upon the movement at hand
Chancing upon a lance hope of revolution.
Piercing the skin of virgin flesh
Penetrating with insatiable lust the girls who trust us so.
Promises of false hope are scattered amongst the ruins of the fallen city.
Take no pity on me, I don't need sympathy
I need a friend who can make me happy
Even when I believe that all is misery
I need a friend who can make me smile
I need a friend who can make whole my soul for a while.
The temple of our crown lay in disorder, chaos fueling anarchy
Insane contortions parade upon the streets
Still this orgy of sweating flesh breathes a fresher breath than death.
Still death's bride is the girl I seek.
Will she be found upon her knees in glistening agony?
Will she be found upon her knees begging for mercy?
Welcome to the hive, the city thriving alive and breathing
What pity may be sought from the blackened hearts of industrial devils?
Who knows what goes on behind these walls,
The confusion of life, the love of death?
As Puppet masters purge the last source of life from the man machine
We are as denying the mother earth that bore us, the father sky that saw us grow
Below my tower uniform clowns are performing
Can you feel the storm clouds gathering?
Can you feel the movement within the herd?
Can we be heard above the din?
Can you be free of a concept of sin?
Can you be free within a cage of skin?
The White Queen and her retinue are marching
She the great un-named
She the wild un-tamed
Green lady of the isolated night
The vegetation is her flesh
Her breath the freshest death
She the great un-named
She the wild un-tamed
I invoke you
Ride soft the midnight hour
Adorn yourself in the feathers of empowerment
Rise
Rise the great un-named
Rise, lady of the forest night.
Lady of moonlight Lake.
See them parade
See them dance
Calling on the summer in their step
Calling on the gods to help them forget the
Past re-occurring before their eyes.
They sky is melting
The sky is melting
The tears of our lady white make the eyes of the mad man smile
My friends are lost to sadness
And I am one within them all
Leading the horde we frolic as satyrs
Chasing the nymphs once more from their woodland asylums.
See how they adorn themselves
Hours within the looking glass
See how they adorn themselves
A generation lost to the past,
Lost to a space they call their own.
My space
Your space
Any face
Any race
Who are these people?
Smiling at me through a portal lens
Who are these monsters?
Strange eyes telling tales from other realms?
Are they the ghosts of a reality torn?
They scare me
I’ve been scared from the moment I was born.
My fear inciting paranoia of the parade outside
Masquerading a fading lust for anarchy,
Breathing revolution in the hearts of men
The secret of now and then is rising
And to my surprise I find these eyes are closing
Sick of familiar ghosts posing in all too familiar poses.
Now and then the secret told lay forever young and never old.
And here I remain
Digging a hole to pass the time
Trying to forget my name
And to bury all that once was mine.
How shall we grow to be grown?
How shall we come to know all that can not be known?
Will you show me that which to no other you have shown?
poem by David Lacey
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Sister Midnight
Pop/bowie/alomar
Calling sister midnight
Youve got me reaching for the moon
Calling sister midnight
Youve got me playing the fool
Calling sister midnight
Calling sister midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me well
Can you hear me at all
Calling sister midnight
Im an idiot for you
Calling sister midnight
Im a breakage inside
Calling sister midnight
Calling sister midnight
You know I had a dream last night
Mother was in my bed
And I made love to her
Father he gunned for me
Hunted me with his six gun
Calling sister midnight
What can I do about my dreams
Listen to me sister midnight
You put a beggar in my heart
Calling sister midnight
Youve got me walking in rags
Hey where are you sister midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me well
Can you hear me at all
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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So Close I'll Let It Be (A Reply)
It's also everything that I dreamt of;
The bliss and joys,
The rest and best of my days
Spent in your arms of love
Close we were, but not close enough.
The moment I saw your smile
My head buzzed for a while,
How could it be that I found someone like you?
Someone so unique, so fresh and ever new.
I knew from that day that we were meant to be
Almost close, but not close enough.
I envied the way other men gave you attention,
Hated the way others strived for your affection,
We were just friends but you were beyond perfection.
The times we shared, the jokes we cracked,
The weekends we spared,
Dear I hope you know I care
We were close, but was it close enough
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To say that you love a stranger is nothing but crazy
Call me crazy but I really do love the woman you are
Many scoff and say you are nothing but trouble
A girl who grew up and blossoms with proverbs 31 type of beauty.
If it's a rain of love, let the floods come my way
For it makes me find everything they say funny
No matter how much I try,
Loving you is a part of me and that I cannot deny
You loved me too, but I don't know if you still do.
Do you still love me?
With all the flaws you see in me?
With me being the man you see under the act?
You know I am vulnerable deep inside where no one sees
You know the pain I feel but even when I brave it out.
I almost fooled the world, but you made me turn.
Because you loved me more than words can say
Even though today we stand two worlds apart.
I stand at the worlds end; I wait at the edge of time
Calling out to you, for one day our worlds will surely collide.
So close we are, but this isn't close enough
I love you deeply,
I am honored to have a lady called you
I made mistakes in my past or maybe last night.
Here I am to face them up, live them out and bash them out
I hope you know I pray for you every day and night
I pray that our worlds collide, two islands become one nation
For you are the lady who was more than just a friend,
You wrote a piece about me, about us
I took it and replied it
What you will call it I know not?
But wait a minute, it sounds close to this
Yes it is close and it's close enough to be? ?
So close I'll ask we take another step let it be? ?
PS: heart beat makes the rhythm, love writes the lyrics, i hope you save me the last dance....made with love... tbc
poem by Sir T.A.E.P.S
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Solitude In Seclusion
Sorrow is mine for the moment at hand,
Tomorrow sublime in pastel grandeur
And here surrounded by a circle of kings
We sin in singing the songs we sing.
What asylum is this we have erected
In honor of escape? The power is rising
And wide eyed bacchants, foaming at the
Teeth are seeking their release from life.
No hills of emerald glades are there for us to dance upon
No fires are there to enflame passion within madness,
Only the asylum exists, its doors open to the world.
Its inhabitants resisting the temptation to sleep.
Who can know what goes on within these walls?
Who can know the rules behind these doors?
Fragmented delusion, solitude in seclusion
What disillusioning love is this?
What façade of bliss that beckons the kiss of wisdom
Within a moment out of time.
Sorrow for now is mine
Tomorrow sublime and forever undying.
poem by David Lacey
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Open Hearts Are The Soul of The World
Regret not for now the world’s forgetting
In living awe for the sun in setting
Embrace the all, the one, your god.
Seek him in the eyes of the blind.
Find him in the strength of the weak.
Devouring eternity in an instance
Regurgitating – rejuvenating
Breaking the boundaries of tunnel realities
Open hearts are the soul of the world.
I have been as I have seen
The breathing blue beyond the green
The soaring serpent, shining white
The wingless dragon, black as night.
Can you sense within the seasons shifting
The gift of life, all rivers drifting?
The days they wash away the hours
This life of mine, this life of ours
This life is as a mothers kiss
A comfort lost, a frozen bliss.
Impulse - Instinct.
Extinct in this world of plastic smiles.
Come dance with me a while
Come dance a roman mile.
I beg of you
Come dance with me.
Set illusion free.
I beg of you
Come dance with me
Dance divine reality.
poem by David Lacey
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