Remain Ever Soulful in your Gaze
Through honesty as through opening our hearts to the song of the universe
We may achieve our potential and it is only when we hath become the
Master maker of our destiny that we may adorn the mask of true dreaming
And stare unafraid into the eye of the source.
Fey of healing waters beckon with promises of rejuvenation whilst we listen to he who watches the mountain grow. Observe the change that surrounds you in the instance. Allow the pipers their time to pipe as they herald in the dawn; allow their song to flow upon harmonies sweet softening whilst strengthening your soul, listen for the rhythm, the heartbeat of your muse, choose to seize the day, please others in your way.
Embrace the calling of Deaths hand as she stands emitting an aura of wisdom.
Embrace the calling of Deaths hand as she promises a change within your pace.
Keep the faith you’ve learnt to wear so happy upon your sleeve, keep your faith
In truth even if you doubt that you will ever know for sure the way to cure the
Blues within which you find yourself swimming. Require no proof but the ability
To question alongside the ability to agree with those who would disagree with you.
Know that honesty at times bears so bitter a bite and many would choose never to Know yet these are they who would so happily loose sense of themselves for the
Promise of a comfortable lifestyle, yet do they not realise that we hath been born
To embrace the dawn not to wallow whilst swallowing their dreams and allowing
The nightmare of consumerism to unfold, take your stand, know that love of this
Land our mother the earth will prevail, and though for centuries our kind hath been
Banished to folklore fairytales once again the world will ask questions deeper than
Can be answered by those who would wish to keep them sleeping, weep not for the State of the world and know your dream is not to lay by the fireplace curled, a sloth Throughout the day.
Remain ever soulful in your gaze; remain ever soulful throughout the haze of crazy Morning smokes. As the days go by, sigh not in crying and know that it is to dream and not to try, and that the universe shall turn circles in your favour if you desire to taste the flavour of the forbidden fruit of Eden’s promise.
Paradise Shall once more be ours to wander within, if only we could open our eyes and take in the skies for what they are; a reflection upon the soul of the world.
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Albion’s Sage
The demon hath returned to claim the souls his fear hath laid to waste
He’s tasted blood and wants more. Opening up the doors to old routines
I find myself un-whole, un-clean in a state of disarray.
How is it things got this way I wondered
Whilst outside the world was weeping.
Still I keep on sleeping, keeping up with the promises that left unspoken,
I hear the voice of Albion’s sage upon the winds ever present whisperings.
Listen to the rustling of the leaves, follow the intuition that guides you unknowing
Learn to listen to your heart, for he speaks more sense than that of which the mind could
Understand – Let your soul and heart walk hand in hand
Take in the beauty of this land and know that it is not acts of grandeur that
Place us in favor of the God’s but the most honest of dreams.
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Esplumoir
Before birth we lay as nothing, alas sweet nothing at all,
We are as the one, dedicated to naught but our Love of unison.
How are our souls ever to learn if we are forever earning
Our dues through celestial favours?
How are our souls ever to grow if all we ever know are the
Tastes of terrestrial flavours?
Through the gift of mortal tenancy we are thrown
Into the chaos that surrounds us throughout the day realm.
How are we ever to remain steady at the helm
If we are never given a vessel within which we may sail?
How are we to succeed in our Endeavour if we are never given
The ability to fail?
How are we ever to learn if we are never given the chance
To earn the respect of fellow earthen dancers?
Do not wish away your time upon this earth but know
That your birth was a blessing, a dressing of the soul.
Know that we can never be anything more than a whole
Complete if we are given no separation from unity.
Within our hearts lay a throne for the queen of appreciation.
She knows her place, she knows her face and she is proud
She proclaims her love aloud for every cloud that graces
Her skyline. She’s doing fine without transcendence for she knows
That one day the soul of the world will embrace her once more.
Her awareness of herself she sees a gift with which she may lift spirit
For it is only when we are taken from our existence eternal and given
The gift of mortality that we realise it is the Gods who envy we,
Those adrift amongst a sea of souls. Some practice non thought
Denying there existence as an illusion, yet are they not confused towards
The fact that it is an appreciation of life that they are lacking.
For we hath been born without good warning of the world that tears
Itself apart outside, yet we are not to hide and wish away the clouds of
Grey, we are to love our existence and know that death is our only assurance.
Each will one day become one with the whole, each will loose sense of their
Soul, so embrace the day whist you may and know the search for truth is the
Most honourable of all, yet no truth is there to be found in hiding away
From the world outside your window blurring. Ground. Center. Earth yourself
And know that even though you may perceive all we hath received as nothing
More than an illusion, you will do naught but confuse yourself in trying to attain
A state of un-being before death, for we hath an eternity to enjoy the void.
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Dreams in Dreams
In dreams feelings are real floating in a space of memories
Your face so so beautiful lighting my world inside closed eyes,
I cannot control the third person I feel I am
I can see myself, dreaming of dreams of you nothing else,
I touch your fingers writing in the sand, ‘I hope this love never dies’.
I rise in the air and see ourselves embrace
I am on the outside looking in,
I see sadness with tears glistening on your face,
You’re calling my name you beckon within
I am behind a wall of glass an outcast in my own dream,
I raise my fist and smash the glass into a thousand slivers,
I scream a thousand decibels... oh my love you are gone.
I fall to my knees crying how did this dream go so wrong,
I weep and weep then bang I awake from this nightmare sleep,
To you standing there with tea in your hand,
“Good morning darling for you the best fellow in all the land”
Now the end of the dream in a dream!
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When a Poet Loves
The Empress lay upon the shimmering glades as they glisten with reflections upon morning dew. Within her heart dwells the spirit of Eternal Love, her stare a perfect
Blue. She hath known the touch of papyrus upon her palms, she hath known her calms
Immaculate yet retains in her stride the strength to ride the storm of mysteries tiding.
Such a beauty her eyes conceal, such a grace I’d never known as real before her soul
Strode so boldly within this heart of mine, abstracting the way I feel. She leaves me the
Time within which I may melt my insecurities. Freed am I from ‘dull realities’ as I stand
Straight by her side yet it is only now that I realize the true wonder of all that lay beyond
Her flesh, only now do I realize that she contains the freshest of poetic breaths.
The projection of her emotion upon the winds of the hills
Thrills as it fills the atmosphere of the poets heart.
The Good Folk, Fey, they dance around her, entranced by her creation,
She leads them unknowing in their dance as they plait their hairs to mimic the maiden,
They dance and chant and form circles within the garden green,
They are the children of our observation, those elemental beings
Who may fly so soft whilst swift upon emotion,
As all rivers flow towards the ocean so we must
Make the most of the moment,
Erect a monument to the memory of your Love
Take in the skies above and the ground below
Turn within the circle round,
Know all that’s lost will one day be found.
When a poet loves, he loves dearly through eyes unclear.
When a poet loves he can do naught but shed a tear.
Cry for Joy, laugh through sorrow,
Know Love shall reign as King tomorrow
And the princess, hand in hand with the prince of dreams
Shall stand, hand in hand, bonded by a love of this land of Emerald greens.
Dream a dream for me
I’ll dream a dream for you
Laid upon the dazzling glades
We may embrace a perfect blue
Dream a dream of me
I’ll dream a dream of you
Adorned in Edwardian stylings
Our hearts may dance in appreciation of the view.
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Promises and Dreams
This is a world full of promises and dreams
But promises don't remain as they do seem
Dreams do often take us away
From this world where we live today
I too have travelled a mile far away
Not knowing the way back I should say
But then it was only a dream I had seen
Not facing reality that it had been
I too was promised in the promise land
That I shall one day hold his hand
The days are passing quick I must say
I wonder what's coming up my way...
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All that is Forever Was
All that was forever is and will be forever more
Cast a circle, kiss the wind, and walk on through the door.
All that is forever was yet remains just like before
You say this feeling’s all of my love yet I’d vouch that it was yours
All that is forever was and will be forever more
Dance in circles, hear sirens sing, walk on through the door.
I’ll meet you on the other side of Dawn's fresh twilight gaze
I'll greet you with a smile as we walk on through the maze;
This Labyrinth of splendour in which we may spend our days
Will lead us round in circles, will leave us sorely crazed.
Ever walking hand in hand join with me in unison
Grant me the grace to share with out the beauty of this land,
For let it be known that it has past been said that it is not we
Who inherit the Earth from our ancestors but it is we who
Borrow the love of our most gracious mother from our children.
It is they upon their clouds of cotton candy innocence that understand
And love Our Lady the most; it is for them that she plays host so
That they may understand that the ghosts of their forefathers
Are those same spirits that may once more be born unto this realm.
We are those that uphold a truth in unison with harmony,
We are those that were never told to keep steady at the helm
Yet now as I emerge from a life of decadent indulgence I perceive
A vision forming, now as every moment alongside every movement
Is significant as the farthest star, now liquid branches move in languid
Formations, casting shadows that open stairwells to the kingdom of
Shades. Upon a bridge of ivory the spirit of temptation wages duel
With the angel that guides my hand, they fight upon the subject of my
Soul, the angel fights to make me whole whilst the demon consoles
Himself in knowing that the battle may never be won, for they are as
One in the same and know that neither will strike the other severely
In fear of disrupting the balance of their natures law. The demon tempts
Me with scenes of drug fuelled orgies, he promises wisdom through
The blanket night, promises light without light, clarity without purity,
He promises the kiss of a thousand virgin souls, he promises wealth
Beyond the reach of green eyed dreams yet the angel whispers
Honesty and perceives in my eyes a wish to know the truth of my
Creation, he knows that I wish to hold true the girl of dreamtime
Wandering and he knows that I would be happy in her arms alone.
The angel promises romance to exist beyond its burial within this age,
He promises that beyond the turning of the page that no more wars
Will be waged in the clawing for black gold, he promises that I may
Grow old with dignity if I commit myself not to purity but moderation,
The devil screams excess it demands my greed enflamed but I
Understand moderation to be the key within a realm of appreciation,
For if we are to indulge we are also to refrain, if it is to be a golden
Summer we require a springtime rain. If we are to know pleasure
May it only be from a knowledge of pain and through self
Control we may keep steady the reigns that bind the blind horses that
Carry our Soul Charioteer, through woodland clearing and forest
Fears, it is through moderation and an open mind that we may learn
To grow, it is through acceptance and appreciation that we may learn
To know the honour of our brothers alongside the beauty of our sisters?
If we are never to open our hearts alongside our souls how are we
To know the beauty of our brothers alongside the honour of our sisters?
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Deaths Projections
When the heavens change, stars re arrange themselves
Upon the blanket sky. From the hollows of the mountain comes
The herald of Our Mother, tears frozen in her eyes.
The destruction of Eden
Is the deconstruction of the soul
Without our mother natures nurture
How can we ever come to grow?
I’m not here to represent
That which has already been presented
In the form of Our Lady the Earth.
Eden weaves the summer leaves
As brothers green breathe in life anew.
Summers gone, the Autumn come
There’re no more skies of mellow blue.
With Winter comes crisp virgin snow
Capping the valleys height.
Summers gone, it’s been too long
It’s still so far out of sight.
From deaths projections bend the expectations
Of a shadow shifting in moods.
The greatest irony man has ever known is to deny his creation
By use of a will that hath grown as it hath flourished through the years.
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The Promise Of A New Day
(p. lord / s. st. victor / v.j. smith / p. abdul)
Eagles calling
And hes calling your name
Tides are turning bringing winds of change
Why do I feel this way
The promise of a new day
Chorus:
The promise
The promise of a new day
As thru time
The earth moves
Under my feet
One step closer
To make love complete
What has the final say
The promise of a new day
And so time over time
What will change the world
No one knows
So the only promise
Is a day to live, to give
And share with one another
See the wisdom
From mistakes in our past
Hear the younger
Generation ask
Why do I feel this way
The promise of a new day
Chorus
And so time over time
What will change the world
No one knows
So the only promise
Is a day to live, to give
And share with one another
Repeat song
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Seek your Destiny upon a Desert Trail
My body aches with satisfied desire.
My body burns upon a funeral pyre.
Angels and Demons both conspire
To lead the night throughout the fire.
Tell me where we go from here.
Shed your fears in a single tear,
Love is one and one is near
Who will love you forever dearly.
Outside a sky of azure shades acts as a canopy to this Paradise of ours,
Clouds of smothering grace drift upon the faith that leads them.
I pass away the hours as I know they are ours to pass away.
A drill nearby tears through a concrete driveway,
There stands a boy, dirt beneath his fingernails,
Failing in his attempt to trail the sun,
His is a story as yet un-spun.
The horse of the pasture grazes nearby dreaming of freedom,
Beyond the horizon the horse of the desert bakes beneath the sun.
The first knows green fields and shelter from the Furies
The second knows the glory of this land.
The desert dweller seeks his sustenance from upon his shoulder,
The horse so accustomed to the pastures boundaries believes
At times that there’s nothing he could wish for as upon his back
No burden is placed but that of the saddle and his rider.
Freedom bound upon a desert trail any traveller may be the one
To gain the friendship of this wild and magnificent creature,
For in the desert he lies, beyond the hills as beyond the skies
He flies there still, free as he could ever wish to be.
Free until he finds himself friendship bound to the soul of her form
That greets him thundering before the storm.
He wishes to help her, he wishes he knew how to help her
And upon his mind it dwells, within his heart it swells.
For the dissolution of freedom he does not sigh,
For it was the voice of his heart as he spoke to the sky
In reply to the question why it was he cried throughout
The dream realm that confronted him.
In flesh he was free but required a love with which to share his
Thoughts and his embrace of natural rhythms.
Still he rides as soul he never knew in unison rests within the shade.
His dreams are fading as he is ever wading in search of the place
To call his home, his heart is screaming throughout the day dream
“No home is a home when we are alone! ”.
Seek your destiny upon a desert trail.
Know that every horse should enjoy
His share of grass and never fail
To laugh and smile and dance and sing.
He should never fail to chance upon the love
That sails his way upon Fates whim.
Back home at the pasture our consistent friend doth
Stand idly, knowing that there is no world beyond
The fence that he doth see without a journey in the cage.
He dreams of azure blades and skies of Emerald depths.
He stretches his imagination but can not create the experience
True of wandering alone beneath cascading waters pure.
He knows there is no cure for his blues.
Even the horse of the desert requires a companion
To make there home within his heart.
One dreams of freedom, one dreams of company
One fears restriction, one full of hesitation
Both contain the seed of the other
Both stride towards an integrated whole.
Both strive to save there souls not from
Eternal damnation nor from the cycle of reincarnation
But to save their souls from Typhon
The serpent of dull ignorance and manacle perversions.
Both seek distractions upon their diversions
Both seek to hold still the oils upon the spoon
Whilst taking in the beauty of Our Luna Moon.
Whilst allowing Apollo to kiss our lips as we
Turn our eyes towards the sky we may discover
A World of Mystery hidden within the silver
Linings of Destiny and her tidings.
Hide not from the hands of Fate.
Never fear that the moment is late
For what’s meant to be shall never pass you by
And though you may cry and though at times
You may question why it is that you must sigh so
Know that within you lay a divinity glowing
Awaiting you to know, awaiting you to flow.
Keep open the doors of aspiring clarity,
Keep distance from Vanity and know
That those whom she hath her claws in
May be forever lost to looking glass blues.
Break through the din of thronging masses
Create the day upon a whim yet seek not
To see the world through rose tinted glasses.
‘Don’t pass me by, Don’t make me cry’
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gossiping God's wisdom
have always faith in our heart and everything will be
answer, even in the very smallest question hidden in our
soul my God can explain pieces by pieces and all our
minds will be at peace
the fulfillment of the chamber of doubt, will be uncovered
for my God is a God of eternity; his knowledge is beyond
compare, the wisdom foretold is always reachable to those
who always believed that He is the mighty One in the
universe we live
the sign of the time has reveals, so why worry, as the
Ozone layer comes to melt the North Pole ice, the rings
of fire sprouted like Lilies, the tsunami conquers the ocean,
the global warming hand in hand close encounter, with the
global economic recession
a false prophet with their false prophecies gambles always
in day to days lives, that’s all, that what makes life crazy
and lazy to live and go what is the normal activities
requires, has faith losses its taste, where the countless
of skies falls down to the ground and turn away there galaxy
oh! man who always believe not of God, leaves this world
without a trace, breath air without inhaling and always
turn back God's wisdom has conquer man's wisdom and
ends to be a fool, the master of creation have made this
world perfect and has built this house of the universe more
strong, and excellent for mankind to live till beyond life
everlasting
let not your soul lost its eyes to capture the meaning of
God's omnipotent power for his strength and omnipresence
lives in every heart of the universe, He always be there
in the midst of our faith that entangle always by our soul
trust even if other doubt and believe even if other dismay
your faith and be proud that you have a God that holds you
in the life to come
poem by Antonio Liao
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Song!
A thousand million souls arise
Out of the cradle of to-day,
And, like a living storm, beneath the skies
Go thundering on their fatal way!
But ere to-morrow’s sun
His ancient round hath run,
That storm is past—and Where are they?
Is asked of Faith by pale Dismay:
“Where—where are they?”
And Faith—even Faith herself—hath not a word to say.
With her serene assurance thrown
Like moonlight into the Unknown
And all her clasping tendrils curled
About the steadfast pillars of the never-failing world,
To that wild question of Dismay
Yet hath she not a word to say,
And only lifts her patient eyes
Up from the earth’s change-trampled sod,
To fix them, out in the eternal skies,
On all she knoweth—God.
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Mothers Day2007
She hath my heart, she is my mum.
She hath my heart, she is my only, she is my one.
She hath my heart, though rough winds may blow.
She hath my heart, still her love will flow, her love will always show.
She hath my heart, I thank my lucky stars.
She hath my heart and i have hers.
She hath my heart, i long for her presence.
She hath my heart, her name is essence.
She hath my heart and forever she will.
Lifetimes will come and go, i will love her still
She hath my heart, this fact i cant conceal
Our bond is like sentiment you just cant kill
She hath my heart in times of sorrow.
She hath my heart, yesterday, today and tomorrow.
She hath my heart, my voice will sing.
She hath my heart, she makes the bell in my heart ring.
She hath my heart, in times of trouble.
She wont stumble no i will not let her crumble.
She hath my heart in each and every way
And my love for her grows with each day
She hath my heart for we were once one.
She hath my heart, the heart of the boy inside the man
I hath her heart, the heart we once shared.
Though separated in body the hearts still paired.
She hath my heart i need her near.
She hath my heart my mama dear
She hath my heart and she already knows
In a world of thorny bushes she stands out like rose
She hath my heart for she is always by my side
When the sun sets she is my light, she is my guide.
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A River of Orange
A river of the freshest orange makes her way towards my all,
I am the ocean of karma waters within which she may fall.
Here I swim within myself to honour the perfection of my bodies aspirations,
Here I swim within myself as a thousand spirits sour upon the joy of respiration.
A land of emerald grace hath absorbed the seed of faith and grown
Towards such magnificent proportions that I would never have believed
Had I not know that I would never be deceived by such angelic forms.
A bridge across the ocean casts shadow down upon the waters below,
The monsters of the deep stir in bubbling hibernation for the day,
They wait as the monsters of sleep their time to rise, their time to feed.
I am one alone within the waters orange, un-able to see below the surface,
Unable to see beyond my faith I am left as upon a raft of hope for happiness.
No one hath ever seen the land to which the bridge leads us in his direction
Yet in the distance the silhouette of hills are notated by the erection of their heads,
They too cast their shadow upon the waters deep though not a sun is there in the sky.
Am I to remain upon this voyage for eternity’s duration or am I to land upon those
Distant shores of promise that I was offered in the state of dreamtime wandering?
Have I left my love ones behind to no avail or is there reason for my failings in love?
For here, alone and still upon a karma tide I feel as one with the ocean all,
I feel as though I could fall into the sky and swim just as I feel as though
I have the power to move the mountains, arranging circles out of ancient stone.
The sky is an ocean deep and I’ll never swim whilst I sleep again.
The sky is an ocean deep and I’ll never swim whilst I sleep again.
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Realms Unknown: Temple of Radient Truth
A piercing light emits from the center of my vision,
At first the shades of blue confused me yet as I stared
Intently I gained deep insight into the nature of all I was seeing.
I perceived the source of our mothers healing, a temple of radiant light sublime,
With azure blue walls glistening with a thousand stones of infinite purity.
As I focused my vision further the lights center appeared as the inside peak
Of the highest spire known to the dreams of the Gods and from this point
The light began to pulsate as my entire body shook in knowledge
Of the presence of our most divine and eternal maker.
As I embraced my existence whole within the place
I felt the serene joy of a strengthened faith.
And I was born again through the resurrection
Born again from spiritual death.
Born into death upon a material plain I had been
Awoken from my slumber and shook, shook with the
Might of Hercules from my position in an oh too
Comfortable asylum sanctuary.
Now as I gaze upon the green of Merlin’s Isle
I understand the wonder of our forefathers
Dreams as they searched to make there home
In the forest night. Now through the temple of
Radiant healing we may feel the world as real
And as beauty in one, we may embrace the sun
As we may embrace the moon, just as we may blush
When kissed my the lips of Penelope.
Adorned to suit the pleasures of Adonis
She treasures the love of masculine spirits
Yet dances wild with her feminine nature,
She loves one and all and all the same through
Summertime green through winter rain
For she knows the joy of cycles turning,
just as she knows the joy of loves ever present
Burning within a heart built upon the foundations
of a desire to know a world of truth.
In the shadows not far beyond the reach
of the temples bells awaits a hooded figure,
Cloaked in an obscure darkness and emitting
the most unstable yet securing of atmospheres,
The figure appears to be female yet it may be
because my desire would have it so.
She offers a sphere of the richest light,
Apollo shines here but also do the fires
Of a cartoon hell, transformation is promised
By this offering, the offer to change
And to know old forms as familiar in
Memory but strange to know as oneself.
She offers within the sphere of her knowledge
The wings to sail beyond the world,
Just as she directs you towards the Woodland
Kings and there terrestrial thrones,
He awaits in the shadows, cooling down from
A days work upon his land, for many years
Now he hath been crafting the mask of true dreaming,
and finally as the three suns set upon the horizon
He placed the wings of the moon upon the mask
And let it sour towards its destination unknown,
This mask may seek you in many forms, sometimes wore
By the face of the storm that gathers and breeds foreboding,
Yet at other times Apollo shall wear the mask of truth
And so shall the world be radiant from the deepest crevices
Of the dankest caves. Into the cavernous womb of some metallic
Construct you may run from the Sun all-knowing,
Yet you will not find darkness that will comfort you when in a
Fear of True wisdom you run, take upon your crown the wings
Of the moon if you consider yourself to shine wholly and never reflect,
Take upon the reigns of Apollo’s chariot if you consider
That you may never shine yourself but only reflect the dreams of others
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The Dance Electric
Good morning children
Take a look out your window
Our world is falling
It's almost time 2 go
(Dance)
Dance the Dance Electric
The rhythm is love and love is blind
Love your enemies
There isn't much time, there isn't much time
Look - our world is falling
A rhythm-less house of blinded prophecy
Hear our Master calling
This isn't what He wanted us 2 be
We got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
Don't - it don't make U happy
2 give another someone your own smile
Dance the dance electric
Never mind your hatred, try a brand new style
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
We... love... all... enemies
Look - U're livin' in Babylon
Makin', but not feelin' love at all
When your youth is gone, when it comes 2 dawn
A light of truth will shine and U will fall
That's why U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
See the light inside of us
U're stuck in living, livin' life as bad
Whatever U do, don't U let your life go without my love
It's the only life that U will ever have
Why don't U (dance) dance the Dance Electric?
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Why don't U dance the Dance Electric?
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go (almost time 2)
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
song performed by by Prince
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A Declaration of Love Revealed
Know that if anything happened to you then I would die an eternity in an instant,
I can picture now the deconstruction of my faith in the world and I know that all
That I could dream of was hearing your voice upon the wind. I have full faith in
Fate and that those who wish for a love of life will have the universe conspire for them.
I know you shall be fine, I know you will have the time of your life but this will never stop me worrying for so deep is the grandeur of my emotion, I understand however that you may feel strange, and at times that I myself am a little deranged but know that my heart is constantly calling out your name and though it could
Never be you who made me blue, it is my inability to cope with my feelings for you,
For I know that no commitments are to be made and I know that perhaps that you are to
Meet the love of your life upon your travels but I need you to know that at this time I can not comprehend that fate could throw my way such a soul of beauty without reason.
Know that at I am an appreciator of all, and that I have fallen for you, if you can not return affection I beg you know the honor I bestow upon you in holding you in the light I do. Know that I’ll always be there to comfort you, in and out of my own blues, I’ll be there. I can be happy in the knowledge that you will be happy with or without me
Yet I can not be free until I have spoken of the feelings that leave me unreal and broken.
Here is my heart, take it, you don’t have to give me yours.
Through knowing you I have been shown that there is beauty beyond the curtains sewn.
You have given me a new faith in man, something that I would never have known to ring
True again. I hold you in the highest of esteem, I deem you an embodiment of the goddess and though I know I may appear a mess, and though I know you would never wish me undressed I still need to let you know so that you can go and flow and show the world the love I perceive gleaming through the windows to your soul.
Perhaps now was not the time for us but I can’t help feeling that I’m at times in need of healing for I feel love sick beyond repair, I don’t know whether or not it was best to share
These cares of mine but I feel by rights that you should know, and though I have told you
Once before, I live in the shadow of the thought of you walking out the doorway.
I feel at times that if only I had the words to say I could let you know for sure
That you are the cure I seek. I would not ever wish to weaken the hope for happiness you
Carry so merrily in your stride. At times I envy you, still I know it’s wrong, but the green
Eyed monster rears his ugly head and at times I feel half dead, though I may be singing
The happiest of songs.
I feel perhaps as though I am too selfish in burdening your day
With all the thoughts within my head, with every word I say
Yet know that I shall be praying for you, towards unity, towards clarity
I shall pray for you and will always welcome you with open arms
If you are willing to receive me. Be free of commitment, be happy
Be all you know you can be and I will never resent you, I may simply
Resent myself at times for allowing to be swallowed by the blues.
For outside there is a world a splendor, blooming as it swoons
Inside at times I stay too long upon the dark side of the moon.
Sorry about that but you know it’s been getting to me for a while
So much that at times I find it hard to smile, but then I realize that
I should embrace the blue skies of your company for we each are upon
Our paths and I am purely grateful and full of appreciation for
Meeting someone as such as yourself, and in us both taking the time to relax
Beside one another.
I feel like I’m repeating myself
At times I feel like I’m walking in setting concrete
Yet fear shall not defeat me
For I have a wish alike you to be free
To be happy
And to be all I could be
And one day we may be whole as one together
One day we may simply be birds of a feather
But know that whatever the weather
I’ll be there to offer you shade, or shelter from the storm.
I would speak of love more freely if I did not feel as though I may
Scare you in doing so, but something through you flows a radiance,
A beauty of golden grace, and my heart doth weep in knowing that
I keep constantly turning down the opportunity to be with you.
What a fool I am at times, maybe I should listen more to this heart of mine
Even though its voice may scare me, I know that to be free I must as a child
Make merry the skies of misery, fly don’t sigh for me, fulfill your destiny.
poem by David Lacey
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Consider Your Position
Why would it be that we would scorn the name of our saviour?
Be he Christ upon a desert trail, be he Apollo the light of all,
Blazing his trail upon the midsummer’s sky,
Be he Dionysus dancing in revelry with bacchants before being torn into a thousand pieces,
Each as Osiris promises our release from the sphere in which we dwell.
Each in their promises offers salvation from this cold and material hell.
Dance wild within the nightmare; share your thoughts with those that care
And know that they are there for you, those sympathetic souls that will
Help you through towards a dream state sanctuary you would be proud
To call your home.
We are not to distract from reality but to realise
The wisdom that we hold within the palm of our hands.
Each man as a God, each woman a goddess, and so is our race dressed
In the most divine of blessing, for as above so shall it be below,
And for those that know this is a blatant and not so recent an observation.
Integrate the whole of your existence as you embrace every breath you take,
Make the day for the keys of creation lay within you just as you know the
Darkness to reside in the corners of your heart. Purify the abyss with radiance.
Allow the divine potential that swells within you to rise and through resurrection
Shall you see the world anew, meditate beyond your state of mind.
Find all there is to find, for the world is yours for your appreciation.
Our saviours teach this, forever dying for our ability to see the world anew,
For if we were we not bound in shackles we would never know Freedoms kiss.
Persephone breathes upon the most blissful of breezes
My spirit is free, equal in one with all, ever calling upon the gods
Of natures abundance to know the happiness within which I swim
For sheer experience of its form. Death is no death but change anew
Beyond the cocoon of decomposition. Consider your position.
poem by David Lacey
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A City of Thieves
Within a city of thieves
There lies a treasure unknown.
Upon an autumnal breeze
The birds of prey have flown.
Upon the bridge across the river
Lay a man buck toothed – insane
Upon the bridge across the river
Lay a girl of mirrored shame.
Both conceal a secret
To both the secret is concealed
All that lay between them
A pale shade of realities veil.
Our vagabond is weary
He seeks room within the inn
He’s begging for a saviour
He’s begging for some skins.
To chase the rainbow dragon
It’s all he’s ever known
Within his heart the future shines
As he sits upon his throne.
Majestic in his manner
He is the Emperor it seems
Yet his rule is his kingdoms hammer
And it hath shattered fragile dreams.
The Empress sat beside him
Laughs at the folly of fools
She awaits the kiss of morning
To send the children out to school.
Versed in Homeric hymn they sing
Bringing love of the muse upon the wing
Ringing bells as Le Fey ride on in
Procession with the Queen of Twilight Realms.
All is lost within their hearts
Though inherent gold is clear to see
Blessed are the memories of
Those that made us free.
Those who died for love of family
Those who died for love of friends
Those who died without a memory
Those who died without an end.
Each thief reminds the other
Of his love for kindred blood,
Each loves and hates his brother,
Each knows that he could
Kill without arrangements,
He could kill without a care
He could kill for lack of faith
He could kill for faith is there.
In passion he may ravage
In passion he may rule.
Will he await the kiss of morning
To know the beast of midnights duel?
Will the question be un answered
Or forever lay unasked
Will the answer be remembered
Will our caring ever last?
Are we not those past and future souls
That make us one in union whole
Are we not those ever singing birds?
Are we not those who wish to be heard?
So sing, sing for the day realm
Sing, sing for the night realm
And know the kiss of our twilight queen
Know the kiss of living dreams
And through nightmares shall you stride
Un ashamed, beyond the bridge
Unafraid to walk and never thinking to hide,
Thus is our potential to stand beyond the
City gates and to know the beauty of our land
But to understand that we must suffer at the hands
Of those that would cloud our judgement if we are
Ever to strangle obscurity and hold in sweet caress
The most clear of truths complete.
We must stride throughout the mountain range
We must swim the ocean sky
We must know friends as never strangers
We must know to never sigh
Unless in acceptance of our nature
And of our natures creation grand
We must know to question always
In an attempt to understand.
We may at times learn more from thieves
Than we can from saints and mothers
Just as upon the summer breeze
The future may be muttered.
Guttered fools fed upon the bread they find
May be no less blind than the highest priesthood
For life in its forms holds its own storms true
For each of us unique. Fear not the raindrop,
Fear not the hail, praise to the mountain top,
Praise to those that sail the ocean sky and
Never sigh upon there failings. Fear not the storm
Upon the horizon but embrace the calm you feel
For it may no longer be known to you as real
After eternity within the vortex unwinding.
Unique in destiny are we, each path known
Only to the fates, never early, never late
Do we walk the path of our own choosing.
Snowflake, hailstone, raindrop, each unique,
Each have destiny untold, each are a tale unfolding
Into Our Mothers spirit, feeding her, pleasing her
When we are not raping and abusing her but
Blessing her with libations and requesting her
Acceptance. Within this city of ours, within this
City where the hours are days, where the years
Are millennia upon the soul, each one of us is
As whole as we could ever wish to be.
Each has the ability to see all that they could wish to see
For to leave is to run but to return is to live
For to leave is to turn from the sun and all the love we could give
To those souls upon the bridge across the river shallow,
Pale veils of realities illusion bind them still in watertight bondage,
As if their spirits had been hogtied in some delusion of self degradation
For each are as radiant as the spirit of nature divine.
Each are as sublime as they are in and out of time.
Within the city walls I feel at one with all
With the filth that soaks the streets
With rag skinned harlots calling out to me
Here I feel free in knowing I can leave
But upon the breeze I hear a call to my spirit to stay
For these days are the days in which thieves delight
Beyond a want for wrong or right
Each from the other may take
But in unison they partake and love binds them,
Though they may be blind to its power upon them.
Such honesty in their eyes for each would admit
To you the profession they choose,
Assassins, Merchants, Dealers parade these streets
Yet in every face you meet shall you be greeted by
A glint in the eye that welcomes you to heaven.
The country folk beyond the limits of the city walls
Hold no interest nor pity for those souls bound upon the bridge
For they know nothing of their suffering but of the beauty
That is there’s, for the country beyond the core is fruitful
And in merry hamlets across the globe may any man
Live in ignorance of the suffering of his sibling spirits.
Within the city we are confronted by that which we could so easily ignored,
And of course many choose to do exactly that, yet those that see are strengthened
And to embrace nature we may run but embrace ourselves we must always return
At times back to the hub of our awakening, for it is when people meet that history
Is made. Who knows what corners to avoid,
Beauty cannot be thus if it does not awake the demon dormant within us all.
Cutthroat mentalities hold no prejudice upon nationality
For any soul may be target of those without regret.
In the centre of the city there is a marketplace
Here there stands an elder of the city,
A silver beard wisps its way towards the ground
And behind a mask of ancient truth stare
Eyes of wisdom beyond the capabilities of man.
He watches over the proceedings, watches men
In their greed claim to know what they need
When it is no more than a material illusion they pursue.
Throughout the rush of the place, he perceives faith in the
Workings of the Fate and their tiding and he consoles
Himself that no man alive may hide from the thread cut short.
Death awaits each of us as a destiny foreseen.
Death awaits each of us as a celestial screen
Death awaits each of us as a blanket sleep
Death awaits each of us as an ocean deep
And we may swim within its waters
And we may adorn our words with morbid themes
And we may know death as our lover
As we may know death in our dreams.
Within a city of thieves
A lustful honesty breathes
To be by destiny relieved
Upon frozen fallen leaves.
Would you breathe for death?
Would you die for breath?
poem by David Lacey
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Music of the heart
Sometimes people events simply take their toil
We tire, get angry, and our blood can boil
The world tries hard to knock it out of you
But we need to keep faith and stay true
Listen to your heart soul, feel the music within
Feel share the music and its song it does sing
When others try to drag you in that bottomless hole
Stay true to your inner music and remain whole
Follow your heart soul’s tune to keep to the path
Don’t silence your music with anger and wrath
The earths music of life constantly us surrounds
Its rhythm beat is there, stop, listen to its sounds
Listen to your souls heart’s song its always near
Drink in the earth’s music, there’s nothing to fear
Don’t let others drown your music though they try
Stay true to your song, keep your music in the sky
Dreaming
I know that I'm a dreamer - I don't think
The world will ever change
But if we don't try something
It will forever remain the same.
In six days the LORD made every thing that you see
On the seventh day he rested- but left it for you and me.
This was the day that he called ' choice'
And with that - he gave us a voice.
We now had a right to choose what he had given
Or make the change to what we call living.
He had given it all to us, but self greed overcame
EVE ate the apple, and it's never been the same.
I know that I am dreaming and it may never come true
But I'll continue dreaming until my days on earth are through.
This dream of peace, love, and harmony will always
Be in my mind, so join in my dream and it will turn out fine.
poem by Louis Rams
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