It is she who leads my heart in wandering.
It is she who leads my heart in wandering.
It is her ghost who shall guide me throughout the shades.
It is into a Love for her that I fade
Forever sinking into the nightmare.
The clouds create an impression of longing
As they seek to know one another.
I perceive a Lady of the sky
Throwing the burden of the world from upon her shoulders.
I perceive Death imagined – cloaked in shadows
I perceive a solider of light upon his journey.
Each in turn they deliver a kiss upon the wind
From ever changing perceptions they are born
Wild from the imagination.
Seek not to transcend through what you consider the mundane
For it is part of creation whole – just as you – just as your soul.
Know the beauty of the day that surrounds you is just the same
Whether it be blue or grey whether it be sun kissed or be raining
Each is a turn in the cycle eternal, each day more we are learning.
poem by David Lacey
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I said Don’t Tell Me
Don’t tell me of a world of masterful politicians
Don’t tell me of a world of embattled coalitions
Don’t tell me of a world of the spin doctors slurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the dominance in hate
Don’t tell me of a world in riches for who last ate
Don’t tell me of a world of trades in bloodied furs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world where a heart seeks allures
Do tell me of a world for when tranquillity conquers
Do tell me of a world empowered as rebellion stirs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of violent augmentation
Don’t tell me of a world in servitude of aggression
Don’t tell me of a world of pennies before the cures
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Don’t tell me of a world of the lost and the listless
Don’t tell me of a world of a dying disciple so lifeless
Don’t tell me of a world infested by human aggressors
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world that the politician fought for freedom
Do tell me of a world where we dropp the food not the bomb
Do tell me of a world when making love new life occurs
Cannot perceive the blindness as the vision blurs
Do tell me of a world for grain that fed the thousand starving
Do tell me of a world when a day broke in a child’s laughing
Do tell me of a world where I can drink from purest streams
I can start to perceive though to only make sense in dreams
poem by Vision Ghost
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Perception
Trust and faith
in what I believe
comes to me
through all I perceive.
If I perceive myself
as free,
then that is what
I always will be.
If I perceive
that everything's fine,
then my perception
is a grand design
that takes me above
the chaos and fear.
It becomes nothing
to which I adhere.
If I perceive
that I'm in control,
then my perception is
a midnight's stroll
that leads me to find
great peace within.
It completes the perception
my vision lets in.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Imagination In All Discoveries
Only God is great
God gives the words
God gives us no rest
we mirror God's
imagination in all discoveries
we invent perceive
God has written wonder
into the very webs of time
into all creation we perceive
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Son of Man...
In my journey through life I seek knowledge and wisdom
Impressions of a soul marking my journey through existance
My inner self open to the light ending my eternal darkness
The fear of truth no more filling my waking reality
Truth travels beyond an imagination so vivid
Yet I fear the truth of reality in my waking world
I am son of man born into a world of misstrust
My dark brother living in the shadow of pure light
Deaf and blind with no heart, I seek out the light of love
I am son of man... And as always... I seek answers...
Spread the love... The peace will follow..
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Confusion
Here I am, a poetic soul lost within the confusion of fairy tale romance.
Here I am, a prophetic soul lost within a realm of ever dancing shadows.
Outside the world is waiting still, there she lay upon the hill beckoning me,
Painting flowers blue and grey, there she lay, awaiting the sun to rule the day.
The clouds are blanket comforts, offering shade at the most poignant of times,
This world is mine for a while, a bubble un-burst reflecting auras of emotion.
The sky is an ocean deep; the sky is beckoning sleep beyond the call for weeping.
Earthed through the act of breathing alone, I know my soul to be growing through
Rooted to the home I know so well as my sanctuary. Soon I am to leave,
Soon I am to breathe again the world anew and know a city green as my asylum.
I am a man who would seek to know you if I did not believe that I was already
Doing so through growing to know myself. I am a man who may never place
The voice of my heart upon the shelf and though ignored at times the calling of
My soul is ever present. I am a dreamer through and through, I have no excuses,
And through dreams I believe that a new heaven, a new reality is revealed.
I am a man who wishes to fulfil the potential of his love, his source. I am a man
Divine as you, I am a man divine as all of your creation. I am an honest man
Though at times confused.
Within a realm of unfolding visions I rest before drifting
And I perceive you in the most feminine of manners, a long flowing emerald gown
And you offer me your hands. This I'll never understand and your name I dare not
Seek to know, but to know myself and flow as I grow I seek, throughout the realms
Of sleep shade shadows.
I am a man of imbalance, I am a man of obsession, I am a man of dream time bliss.
I am a man of many thoughts, I am the man whom cupid caught, wounded here I lie.
I am a man of the sky, I am a man of the fire, I am a man of ecstatic desire though at
Times it takes all my energy to respire, towards unity I aspire, through a balance of shades.
I am a man of patience and I inhabit a world surreal. Who are you?
poem by David Lacey
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Nocturnal Nightmares Internal
Nocturnal nightmares internal,
Rage throughout the inferno of my thinking
As crimson nightshades age
Upon a ancient tattered page I’m sinking.
All it is I’d give to know the soft smooth sands of your soothing shores.
All it is I’d give to rise with you aloft amongst the crowds.
Caterpillars of titanic proportions
Drift swift upon the winds of destination.
Bellowing words of wisdom
He chases the lioness upon her hunt
As high above two toned souls kiss upon clouds,
KIssing above crowds of wishful Slumbers blissful.
The sky fades towards the horizon
As we perceive expectation Of natures surprises.
The birds of the bush set forth upon a rush of light emotion.
They drift in invisible spheres,
Their auras magnifying the radiance of Apollo’s presence.
Outside in the world is shaking; Inside out my soul is aching.
Honest eyes call upon the tides of experience, rejecting the Interference of divine intervention.
We seek Love beyond convention; beyond expectation.
We seek whilst baked the face of our creator,
knowing that if ever we were to Absorb in glory full the source
we would be forced to live our life un-heard.
Rejecting initiation into the mysteries of our forefathers
we are able to keep our tongues, free for the leash of secrets un-told. Embrace the fold of the tides in their ebb As within their flow know
You may seek destiny beyond the eggshell cracked.
Turning back within our self’s
We are as angels aloft a isolated cloud,
High above the silence of solemn crowds
We perceive a sky of radiance,
A fantastic array of brilliance takes
Control of the sense, we are shaken bare
Of defences as we wonder in wandering
What it is to know the flow of the rivers showing.
Grow grass grow, beneath the sun,
Beneath the snow; grow to know,
The way the river flows.
With each man as an island
With each man as a rock
We make a mockery
Of what it is to Slip into passivity.
Slip not because you have no will to know
The life that is yours beyond the hill,
But slip in faith of natural rhythms,
Slip in faith of natural charms.
Know faith will do you no harm
Else you use it upon the offensive,
Claim no enlightenment beyond
Those that will never cease in their un-caring.
Know you are here, Know that now is there
Beyond the moment of its passing,
Now and then, everywhere and when,
Keep upon the journey laughing,
Smiling through the clouds of grey
That have followed us for too many days now,
Shine in smiling, embrace the presence
Sf isolated angels whilst you may,
They may not last beyond the day.
Seek another way to voice all you have to say,
And know beyond any shadow of a doubt beyond the horizon lay Landscapes unknown to the fantasy of the imagination,
Seek them at your pleasure as I hope you treasure
Them forever within the galleries of your minds exhibition
poem by David Lacey
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The Cosmic Shaman...
I am the son of knowledge and wisdom,
I am son of the cosmic shaman,
My mystical soul begins it's eternal journey,
The journey to penetrate my inner self,
To journey the unknown darkness,
I seek the light to travel beyond imagination,
For I am surreal... Afraid to be real,
A desperate darkness living in pure light,
Blind and deaf seeking out the depths of my fear,
My eternal yearning screams evermore,
I am son of the Cosmic Shaman...
I seek answers... I seek rebirth... I seek eternity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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To The Descending Sun!
Why art thou pale
and sad and sick...
carrying no happy thought with thee...
why lost thy vigor
and zeal and zest
casting shadows-
dark and deep
but mixed with somber evening shine
like a death-bed patient's parting smile
shedding never- ending grief;
though I perceive
thy daily death is no mishap
but Nature's game of hide and seek
of sinking day and rising night.
It seems to me
thou hast the breath of God in thee
for solacing the cloudy hearts...
now comfort me, my heart and soul,
the world hast never seen!
poem by Shahzia Batool
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She Rides upon Felt Fabric Skies
Skylines melt whilst merging beyond the scope of eternal horizons.
She rides upon felt fabric skies, holding true the spell she casts forth with her eyes,
Outside Our Lady Moon is moving towards the fulfillment of her potential,
Energies potent soar as the big sun comes a roaring upon a chariot of golden wings.
Hear the sirens sing beside the pipers piping songs of merry cheer.
Make love, sweet love throughout the year. Shed a tear for the fears of the world,
Remembering not to simply sigh at the storm clouds gathering above the west
Remembering not to simply rest as the forest magnificent,
As our mother universal is Mauled by the savage dogs of industry’s bellowing.
They’ve smoked way the sky of blue and taken from us the gift of our blessing, they have Dressed the sky in funerary robes in preparing the beauty of our mother for her tomb, What reason is there for treason against the immortal womb of our kind, what reason can There be to turn upon that which gave unto us the gifts of our minds, for we are to know When we are blind just as we are to know that there will always be questions with answers un-answered forever calling to be found. Turn the circle round, what do you see?
Can a star conceive its beauty in correspondence to the next within its constellation?
Can a man perceive true beauty if he has not taken all of creation into consideration?
poem by David Lacey
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Believe me,
Believe me,
Believe me,
That Iam me,
In all that I perceive,
You can never believe what you see,
This is that house,
I know that they can't believe,
This is that I'm my own friend,
Since in this world I'm ever lonely,
I perceive that there is no distance,
I just can't believe,
In all that is done under the sun,
I can see clearly all that I do,
Don't worry all that is said,
I can end these burdens,
I can increase without the loneliness,
I can increase and never fade,
This is that choice,
This is that meaning that I can never fake,
I know that my Creator hast that choice,
I believe that they can't believe,
This is my own song,
That I never conspire to fail others,
My reason alive is to create,
My reason alive is not to ruin.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Only Love Alone
We accept the love when we think we deserve but only love alone
Darkness cannot drive out darknessonly light can do that.
Hate can not drive out hate only love alone.
You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, only love alone
Love like you'll never be hurt,
Sing like there's nobody listening,
And live like it's heaven on earth.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
Do not seek the because - in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions. its only love alone.
poem by Emmanuel Chris Nyasulu
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The Valley Of Fear
In the journey of life, as we travel along
To the mystical goal that is hidden from sight,
You may stumble at times into Roadways of Wrong,
Not seeing the sign-board that points to the right.
Through caverns of sorrow your feet may be led,
Where the noon of the day will like midnight appear.
But no matter whither you wander or tread,
Keep out of the Valley of Fear.
The Roadways of Wrong will wind out into light
If you sit in the silence and ask for a Guide;
In the caverns of sorrow your soul gains its sight
Of beautiful vistas, ascending and wide.
In by-paths of worry and trouble and strife
Full many a bloom grows bedewed by a tear,
But wretched and arid and void of all life
Is the desolate Valley of Fear.
The Valley of Fear is a maddening maze
Of paths that wind on without exit or end,
From nowhere to nowhere lead all of its ways,
And shadows with shadows in more shadows blend.
Each guide-post is lettered, 'This way to Despair,'
And the River of Death in the darkness flows near,
But there is a beautiful Roadway of Prayer
This side of the Valley of Fear.
This beautiful Roadway is narrow and steep,
And it runs up the side of the Mountain of Faith.
You may not perceive it at first if you weep,
But it rises high over the River of Death.
Though the Roadway is narrow and dark at the base,
It widens ascending, and ever grows clear,
Till it shines at the top with the Light of God's face,
Far, far from the Valley of Fear.
When close to that Valley your footsteps shall fare,
Turn, turn to the Roadway of Prayer-
The beautiful Roadway of Prayer.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Obey
Stakka:
Have faith in me
I promise you
Whatever may be
Whatever we do
The final door
We see the light
But we still want more
The world is too bright
The time has come
We turn our backs
You're not the one
To be with
In the trinity
Camilla:
We lurched into the deepest night
As black as it may be
I seek to clear this clouded sight
So all of you can see
Stakka & e-type:
We could always lie
Could always try to turn them away
We could always sin
And when we win you will obey
Stakka:
We got upset
You rule the game
How can i possibly let
Us take the blame
What we used to be
What we usually are
There is nothing to see
We're past that by far
Our secrets remain
Between me and you
But i want to gain
I do what i am told to do
Camilla:
Into the pit i seek a light
To guide me on my way
The time has come to end the night
And now you will obey
Stakka & e-type:
We could always lie
Could always try to turn them away
We could always sin
And when we win you will obey
<< keyboard solo >>
Stakka:
The time has come
We turn our backs
You're not the one
To be with
In the trinity
Camilla:
Into the pit i seek a light
To guide me on my way
The time has come to end the night
And now you will obey
Stakka & e-type:
We could always lie
Could always try to turn them away
We could always sin
And when we win you will obey
[repeat 3 times to fade]
song performed by by E-type
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Within your Eyes
Within your eyes I perceive a world of wonder,
A beauty of shining, ever shimmering grace.
Within your eyes I perceive a world to ponder,
A beauty shining, ever leaving me faithful.
Yet I sense your confusion upon the vibrations we share.
poem by David Lacey
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Sensation penetration
Sensation penetration, a diversion at the best of times,
At worst a crime of violent colours, as shadows feed,
As shades parade, breeding upon the insomnia of the sun.
Hoping as they prayed his time was done, yet here he comes
As they run faceless through the void, traceless in their dreams.
The dogs are calling out your name, rabid wild and roaming
As storm clouds gather over head, a sky once mild is foaming.
Intangible tears come falling, rolling down the cheek of the girl,
The girl who was never there to keep your knees from growing weak
At the prospect of an eternity without care, without caress,
Without fingers to run soft smooth rhythms through your hair.
Do you perceive a life with the stone, in recognition of its growth?
Could you receive a love born of a soul outcast? Alone dreaming
Of servitude to a higher cause, always awaiting, never grown,
At least not by the standards of man in his infinite wisdom.
Could you tell me when the cycle begun to turn the loom of fate un-spun,
All we are it seems, unique, freakish in origin, running a race never to be won
For no restrictions have been set, no rules have been laid to forget
Sometimes as we wonder in regret we ask, Why are we running at all?
poem by David Lacey
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Turn To Me
Turn to me - when your heart breaks away
Turn to me - don't turn me away
When everything's sad and down
When you're looking for somewhere to run
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Turn to me - when the moon gets to go
Turn to me - when the story's been told
When everything's dim and grey
And you're hitting a rainbow way
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me
Now that christmas is here
A shadow of fears
And if you want to seek ....
Turn to me and read these lonely lonely eyes
Why don't you?
Why don't you turn to me?
Turn to me!
song performed by by Roxette
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Seek The Lord
Friend, if you seek to understand, you will know The Son of Man.
If you search with all your heart, Christ will guide you at the start.
Christ will give you eyes to see, that shall help your heart believe.
You will see Him throughout the day, as He leads you all the way.
The Lord is on the written page, and is read by men of every age.
He is the Living Word of God, and He will guide you with His rod.
Friend, if you seek The Lord above, He will fill you with His Love.
With His love He gives a peace, along the way that will not cease.
And in The Lord you can depend, He wants to be to you, a friend.
If you seek to find Him friend, He shall lead you to a glorious end.
On the cross He did His part, to change your mind and your heart.
Friend, now the rest is up to you, for Jesus did what He had to do.
Seek Christ in the written Word, to confirm what you have heard.
Friend, if you truly seek The Lord, your effort shall not be ignored.
For your eyes will be opened to, everything God has done for you.
The Lord’s promises you will see, are good through all of Eternity.
Seek Him while He can be found, and you will be on solid ground.
Seeking will lead you to believe, then Jesus Christ you will receive.
And your search for The Lord, will reap for you an Eternal Reward.
For all who do seek Jesus Christ, receive through faith Eternal Life.
The Dreamer Of Dreams
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.
Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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The House Of Dust: Part 01: 01: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.
Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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The House Of Dust: Part 04: 07: The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces,
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins. . . . '
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister mass, we ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, with word upon murmured word,
We flow, we descend, we turn. . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves on among us like light, like evening air . . .
Good night! good night! good night! we go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.
Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky.
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light. They have shaken a burden of hours. . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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