Seek Guidance Within Yourself
She paints the picture perfect, a circle full in turn
As I lay upon the ground a worm, crawling upon
My stomach, melting in the dirt. Flirting with shirtless
Daemons that run amok amongst this sanctuary of mine.
Listen as the scratch of the nib upon the virgin page
Fuels the passion for marriage, bliss, tenderness engaged.
How am I ever to perceive any form of blanket truth
If I am constantly soothed through the words of a mothers reassurance?
In capturing concepts they are projecting towards false ideals
Of perfection a reflection of looking glass conundrums, pandemonium pursues.
Seek guidance within yourself
Awaken, the palace gates are open to you
As the empress upon her throne
Makes her home a home for you.
From her lampshade
Hangs a catcher or dreams
Catching so that they may never fade
So they retain the magick of their presence.
Love in essence is the blessing of mans companionship
Yet when love strikes a through the arrow of Eros
We lay was confused souls lost in the contradiction.
If only I could rebuke the restrictions laid
As the boundaries of my confinement.
It seems we’re loosing our minds
Yet retaining our faith
No masquerade could fool us now
As the fields are set to plough
The seeds are sown
The wheel’s in motion
Forever turning cycles, we are grown.
Renew the ocean with tears of deep felt emotion.
What is it that lay within the motion of her form?
poem by David Lacey
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My Coat Of Skin Is Wearing Thin
They mingle at dusk, awaiting the fluidity dawn to kiss the sky
And breathe new breath into the blue.
The spirits of the mountains, coated in ice upon their crowns
And moss upon their feet drift amongst the valleys,
Taking whatever form they wish.
Every love I have ever known
Hath shown no love in return.
I remain alone.
At home within my shell
Un touched by the lips of love
Attempting through redemption
To rebuild A new and beatific Heaven
From the ruins of Hells mansion..
At first the pain would burn
Then, slow and languid expressions of
Solitude would turn into a lapsed repression
Leaving me lost within the looking glass
Seeking honour in the eyes of a demon.
I remain alone
Tearing flesh from the bones of my form
Hiding from the reality grotesque
And rotting that would be enforced
Upon my love by those outside my asylum insanity.
What horror is this?
What strange a life that never should I kiss
The girl in whom I could imbue bliss with a poets smile.
My coat of skin is wearing thin
And still I’m drowning, unable to swim
Nor to keep afloat upon the waters of the sleepless deep.
Creeping upon the walls of my garden sanctuary
Are the shadows of the reaper grim and looming.
Three worlds beckon from beyond the shades
As fond ghosts re enact long lost memories
Of springtime joy within the heart of the boy I am,
A boy lost in the shadow of the man I should be.
No freedom from thought can save me now,
Nor as a worm cut dying may I forgive the farmers plough
For here I am remain,
Alone
Bathing in an ocean of pain
Sour to the taste of the serpent’s tongue
Crying at so young an age
That each page should turn and I should remain
Within a sanctuary of solitude
That does naught but feed an attitude
Of remorse for a prince lay fading
Into the shades of kingdoms crown.
Here I am a clown,
A fool in need of schooling.
Fuelling depression with an expression
Of lament for a love still breathing.
poem by David Lacey
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The Journey Purple
Diabolic renditions render in submission
The audience captive in trance,
Too scared to dance still they're chancing
On the re birth of a revolution dying on its feet.
They're loosing a race lost in pace so many years
Ago now no one can remember the faith
They held so dear to there hearts,
Here I am one in the same, broken in parts.
Numbered, Bummed, the dregs of the slum
Still I know with two suns shining I'll never find my peace
Shrinking in the shadows, blinking at the sight of revelations fading.
I find myself wading aimless through the dirt,
Lost in the elder forest pixy led I'm lost one in the same, shirtless
Flirting with the conception of a concept, here I am learning to respect
The forest universal, a forest universally challenged.
What is it I'm looking for scratching
At the surface of a lake frozen in the frost?
Empires rise as empires fall they say,
Two suns keep the day eternal turning.
The moon shaken from her routine lights the fires of discontent.
Watching them burn she perceives
The germ upon the surface crawling.
Pawing at the dirt the shirtless
Sink into reflections of the moon
As drunken cherubim wallow in the lagoon,
Swallowing over and over, the seed of the sun,
Apollo’s seed, his promise of life a new, beyond the day.
Beyond the need to breed,
The want for lust in which
We trust feeds upon their forms
Angelic in proportion,
Inspired perfection
Inspiring distractions.
Deep within the mountain lie a race ancient in the knowing
A hundred thousand years they have worked the knowledge of nurture
To an art, to the most esteemed of magicks, their they lie in splendor
Fending off the daemons that haunt them through the looking glass,
Possessed souls did no where to go but home, to rest an hour or two to pass.
To laugh away the time as though it was yours or mine seems the greatest gift of all,
The darkness to which we fall in repression is nothing but a call upon depression.
Leading to the suppression of instinct, of an devotion to emotion.
Flick the purple journey, Lick the skin unseen
Wrap the skin to tightness in honor of the Queen.
Queen of hearts, Queen of tarts which I you my friend
Which will it be in the end?
Here he comes out of the blue a child of Druid statures,
Bare from the wilderness, what is it he stammers?
Muttered curses? Uttered prayers?
Hammering the ground with entwined reeds
What God is it he feeds with his sacrifice?
What ritual but chaos is performed night beyond night?
Why is it that it should be labeled wrong or right?
That he should dance in dedication,
That he should chance on faith before Medication
Is it not proof of existence within the soul of the believer?
Is any God anything but a receiver of prayers, of libations?
What are they without those who believe, are they there?
Nothing but stills for times archives
Yet here they are alive
Growing in strength
As Mars once more proclaims his
Throne as the God of War
Venus waits upon the sidelines
Feeding in bloodlust a frenzy of souls.
Dance the circle whole.
To fight the good fight
In the name of the light
The light that guides
That protects from the source
The light that burns
Force beyond Forces
Mirrored
Withered
Gathered
Clouds
Withered
Mirrored
Dirty
Cr owds
Where are they going?
Why is it they run so fast?
Should I join them?
Is their race one I may last?
Who knows?
Who cares?
Maybe I was never there
Maybe it was all an illusion.
Maybe it was your ghost
Rubbing fingers through my hair.
poem by David Lacey
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Train Of Love In Motion
(all aboard)
Train of love in motion
Heading for the ocean
Its powered by emotion
Train of love in motion
Put on your best dress
Were travelling light before the dawn
And where were going
Im not really sure
But there is one thing that I know
It is time for us to go
So all aboard
Let your feelings show
Here we go now
Train of love in motion
Heading for the ocean
Its powered by emotion
Train of love in motion
It doesnt matter
Whereever we should choose to meet
This locomotion
Will sweep us up on out feet
There is one thing that I know
This trains about to go
So all aboard
Let your feelings show
Here we go now
Train of love in motion
Heading for the ocean
Its powered by emotion
Train of love in motion
Heading for the ocean
Its powered by emotion
Train of love in motion
Heading for the ocean
Its powered by emotion
Train of love in motion
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like the ocean
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like a potion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like an explosion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is like some soothing lotion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry is a form of devotion
Poetry in Motion
Poetry represents emotion
Poetry in Motion
poem by Yeremiah Hardt
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Fly Away
It's a dream of words in motion
And another place and time
I guess I'm feeling lost in
The home I thought was mine
It's a universal notion
Love is just a battlefield
Open your heart for someone
Nothing is revealed
Fly away - You can leave it all behind you
I'm on my way to find you
And I'll soon be flying too
Fly away - We can fly away together
I'm talking about forever
That is all we gotta do
It's a tangled up emotion
Will you stay or will you go
I am the one to count on
If only you would know
song performed by by Haddaway
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Love Before the Fall
If ever there was one you lost
Either to the sun or to the frost,
Know this, a secret bliss of mine
That everything you ever loved
Alongside everything you ever will
Are one and one in the same.
Every time you love you shall love
All you have loved in the past,
Whether they be places or faces
Lost to memories archives,
They are there, in the trees,
In the sapling, in the valley
Whole they breathe, living still
To receive the love you allow to
Flow throughout your soul.
All you have loved exists beyond
The reach of Death's shadow cast.
All you have loved exits beyond
And shall forever last. So sit,
Sit upon the ground, upon the hill,
Still and embrace the faith you
Could so easily wear upon your
Sleeve in a world without suspicion.
Search the clouds for your loved
Ones smile, swim the ocean sky
For a while and know that though
They may be a thousand miles away
In a different world they remember
You as a soul they left behind.
Those that know are constantly shown,
Revealed to them is the secret concealed,
Healed are they of mourning
Just as peeled are the mysteries of deaths blanket.
All you love is one, and those that
You have lost whether to the hand of death
Or to the foreign soil of a distant land
Well just know that they are all that
Makes you smile upon this plain,
They are the girls you will kiss in
Every future life you bless with your
Presence and never forget that you are
As they to those that love you
And forever a thousand souls shall
Smile your way when they gaze upon
Far distant mountain ranges for though
You have changed and been known strange
To the senses in a thousand forms
So you have been the most familiar kiss
So you have been one in all with bliss
Thus is the love of all,
Thus is love before the fall.
poem by David Lacey
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Blanket Syd
Here we are as smoke rings in the atmosphere stirred by our maidens
Churning, as spinning in orbit she incites gravity to push.
A rush of nightmares insist upon visions blurred,
I dreamt the night before last of otherworldly eyes beckoning
In the form I recognized as the girl for whom I longed.
A thousand girls have passed my way most without a smile to share,
Thronging in the nightmare riddled with familiar faces.
This girl she’s there beyond the stair fall, beyond dream time
Lost in reality skirting upon the edge as she wills the fall of
Restriction, dissolving friction in an instant, innocence beyond the
Keeping of youth’s grand adventure.
There lies another soul; a lover lost playing the fool.
There she lay begging to the camera, stammering whilst she feeds
From the pool of Apollo’s seed. What greed it is to witness, beyond the
Tendencies of the voyeur.
Dominant in submission, forget restrictions, let it ride.
The wave rises in flowing, I forget he moment, no regrets for the present.
Nowhere to hide, no need to run.
Here I lay on blanket Syd
Awaiting the journey,
Holding no expectations on the trip
Slipping into calms unseen, unknowing
Where I am or where I've been I feel
Reality fades, into shades of floral curls,
Peeling from the lampshade skin shed feeds the dead
Those that lay within singing soft laments by the night,
In repulsion of the nightmare.
Here I lay on blanket Syd
Wondering what it is that lies hidden
Beyond the boundaries of my quests flowing,
Knowledge to quench the thirst of wisdom,
I seek the wisdom to listen and nothing more,
Think not of return to your form, drift, lift, shift,
Think not of the rift between your friends
For all it is we need in the end is someone to care for,
Someone to kiss
My lips have not known touch for an eternity,
Far beyond the valley our maiden lies beyond the wall of sleep
They call it insanity we know it as vanity
Placid is youth beyond the reach of Father times forgiveness.
Stare beyond the screen,
The girl she'll never know the way she makes me grows.
All she knows unknowing all revealed uncoiling.
Glowing in the embers heat in resurrection
Ride beyond your reflection as Venus calls feeding aphrodisiacs to the stars
Know in rotation that you are one in the same, God, Christ, the all, a pantheon of
Wonders, of characters born to places unknown, this is all we know, to question
Wonder in miracle, to think in fickle shakes, brittle to the touch, shattered souls
Lay beneath a sky dyed mellow yellow.
Shallow in fading here are souls are Laid to waste in the shade by crows calling in confidence,
Striking conversations in reverence of ancient forces, ancient sources.
Broken earth lies shaken in the wake of the dogs outside hounding, howling the tamed
awaken the homeless who say silent, all they want is to lie unstirred, uncaring.
Deep within a root bears witness to the quake of his mothers shaking,
Embryos lies tattered in the womb, shattered the memory of idealism lay wounded.
All it is I have to find the girl who can appreciate a soul lost in the absence of reality,
Appreciation of another is all i seek in a lover, that and eyes deep in which to sink
That and a heart within which to nestle, hiding from the world outside wrestling still with the notion of Love free for the taking beyond the hills.
There maidens dance for elders who lay undisturbed
In the telling of their tales, reciting the past to such extents as you would imagine a moment could
Last forever in description.
Here we lie beyond restriction with the hope for happiness bounding
Here we lay lost unfound hearing all there is that lies unheard
Caring for those who long since cease to care,
Tending to the elf lock I find within my hair I realize I may well not be there,
Here, there, everywhere we turn we find them 5 leaves clinging upon the branch,
Chancing on the dance Impish Fey speak omens into the soul of the world,
The world as one, as a body lost in the void, spinning pulled by the force
Of Gravities unknowing potential.
In a return to the elemental we fear nothing but the
Shadow of a stranger, the danger that rings with the unknowing
The danger of sirens calling, of falling in and out of temptation.
Tomorrow the rise of a soul to supplant the daemon held strong at the helm of this
Form, I feel as though possessed, as If obsessed with the image of her holding,
Of unloading my heart unto hers taking on the weight of her own,
This is all I seek a heart with which mine can find a home away from home,
Still here I lay prone to false ideals, hoping in dance that I may chance a life anew
Beyond the horizon, beyond the fall of horizons eternal width,
Out of vision the world burns a soft flame,
In and out the same we find ourselves a clown shouting
Obscenity at the prospect of profanity,
Wave upon wave your grace in saving washes upon the shoreline fading
Hour upon hour wasted, wine upon the vine tasted,
Through Sweet and sour places we keep on wading through the faceless
Those who choose to adorn no mask for their parade
Who can blame them, for all it is a dream in the end,
Beyond safety, beyond the surprise, Who may picture the picture in the need of
Desperation, Deserts desperate for respiration, for the soak await the cloaking of the night realm
So they may gather in the cool a pool of condensation on which to feed on which to breed,
Upon which to die and bleed eternal beyond the inferno.
My muscle ache to type, Lost a mind beyond the hype of knowing the present from the past.
In knowing it will never last what point is there to be found in crying about what was never cast
Nor set in stone, here alone I feel all I ever could feel, my skin fit for peeling, I feel the need for
A life a new, the new year dawns beyond the hills, Still the dogs of our creations hound us in prowling,
Howling for the blood of the serpent that slay the raven, the raven that slay the worm in his crawling,
Howling for the blood of the servant who sent the queen raving with ideas that the sky was falling.
through corridors of ice we thaw, slow but sure,
Knowing patience to be the cure.
Convincing tricks played upon the eye by the mind reveal a kind of horror that is hard to find, as shadows mix to the fade.
Let us forget the reflections in the mirror, let us pass to fields of rainbows set to yield a passion in fashion.
What are you seeking within the day but another way, Look back not into the haze, Un-phased pass out upon the grass awhile?
Smoke a little rainbow, await the day to pass.
I await the time I see the girl next so I may ask her what her dream entailed, whether I passed the test of failed
Close your eyes in the knowledge that your loosing a race that is never to be won.
Alike the last rays of a dying sun we know that all it is another story begun,
Unfolding into the cosmos my mind bends circles around the room, swirling to curl,
Skirting upon the edge of madness, lost beyond the wall of sleeps un sung innocence,
What defense do I hold in not knowing the story untold?
Eyes skirt upon the verge of flirting,
Fluttering a heart of butter melts below her stare,
A world within a journey, to journey within a world
In trance I lay chancing upon my dreamtime sanctuary
Beside the fire curled. As the colours whir, as the
Cauldron of life’s ocean stirs to wake a soul shaken within a flare
Of movement. Here perceive the moment in descent.
poem by David Lacey
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Virgin Angel Butterfly Wings
A call upon the line manifests itself into a movement of emotion swift.
Leave me here to drift I’m happy enough within the circle.
As rifts form a chasm of unfolding the story untold, as we stride once more
Bold into the headlights, growing old beneath the streetlight, I await
Still the coming of a confidence strong enough to roll the words out
From upon my tongue, since I was young they hath haunted me; the demons
Of insecurity and now I know how to show the world that I can do so much
More than lie placid by the fireplace curled. Out of our shells we form as
Virgin angel butterfly wings. Sing Summer Sing, Oh what love it is you bring.
Ring bells ring, Oh what sounds of Joy you bring to the fool upon the hill
Toying with his perception of those upon the ground. He’s waiting there still
Lost unsound of reason. Where can he turn as the yoke mid-graze spellbinds
His conduct, leaving him subject to the music of the spheres? Where is his to turn?
Where is he to hide his tears as he runs shedding fears as snake skins upon a whim?
Sing Love sing, inspire as my muse. Sing Muse your words of wisdom, bring Love
Light from beyond the void of the chasm calling, the abyss is beckoning upon us to fall.
As the tears of angels plummet in unison beating upon the ground in an act of fusion,
They sink into their mothers cheek as still my knees grow weak at the sound of their
Fanfare parading.
poem by David Lacey
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A Poem On Love
allurement
dreams,
breaks like a glass.
even relationships breaks
but love......
how can it break so easily.!
love builts on hopes,
of a new tomorrow.
always ready to jump
into the ocean
of deep bliss.
love.....always vigilant
of its own status
in the altar of marriage.
it is like the melting
of the candle,
bit by bit,
in the heat of love.
it is the fire of obalation,
in marriage,
which, burns the ego
to generate love
and compassion.
love gives itself
in the firey words
of the mantras,
which binds soul to soul!
love.....
slowly turns,
into a song of tolerance,
faith and forgiveness.
it becomes a strange fragrance
of the sacred song of the lovers.
only gods blessings,
keeps the love alive!
poem by Ritty Patnaik
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Evolution is creation continual.
All around the waterhole they dwell.
Stringed puppets made to dance
Swelling prides upon the chance of routine parade.
Here I am changing with the moment
Hoping to hold true the movement of the tides.
Fade from an existence futile
Sink into the colours vibrant.
Home asleep upon a blanket pillow
Our minds do wallow
As we await in expectation the presence of a
Maiden painted a tainted green - For she
Hath been constructed upon the foundations
Of a resentful envy mean. Still reverence fuels her virtue.
Adorned in multi-coloured garments
They consume our forms without consent.
Beyond the priory walls
They are calling still
Within the mountain range
Lay wasted the taste deranged of monumental memories.
Suckling upon the mammary
Suckling upon the memory.
Loyalty unending cries
Weeping tears through bloodshot eyes.
Movement in the herd shivers vibrations
Throughout the plains of our existence.
Duplicate perfection passes us by
A tearful baby cries shedding fears of Joy
Whilst trying to smile beyond the wall of monsoon revelations.
Crying for his creators refuse to accept the reality surreal
That surrounds them as a child un grounded
Heralds the sound of fanfare revolution.
Evolution is creation continual.
Love is the appreciation of the soul that doth not know
Your shell as a home but as a sanctuary from the dogs
Of clouded vision that stalk us throughout our nightmares.
Share the warmth you find beside the fireplace curled
Seek to know your mind as one with the world outside
Your window turning whilst gathering senses form the storms
Of emotion swift - For now I am naught but driftwood
Passive to the flow of my rivers knowing.
poem by David Lacey
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The Wheel And The Maypole
I've got the plow if you've got the furrow
I've got the rabbit if you've his burrow home
I've got the pen if you've got the paper
Time is but clay and I'll see you and the wheel turn
You and the wheel turn
chorus:
And if the pot won't hold our love
If the pot won't hold our love
If the pot won't hold our love
Then we'll dash it to the ground
And if the pot won't hold our love
If the pot won't hold our love
If the pot won't hold our love
We'll build one bigger all around
goes the wheel
I've got the seed if you've got the valley
I've got the big stick if you've Aunt Sally's head
I've got the time if you've got the motion
Time is but clay and I'll see you and the wheel turn
You and the wheel turn
chorus
chorus 2:
Maypole
Maypole
Maypole you've spun me round and knocked me off my axis mundi
Maypole
Maypole
Maypole the ties that bind you will unwind to free me one day
and everything decays
Yes, everything decays
Forest tumbles down to make the soil
Planets fall apart
Just to feed the stars and stuff their larders
And what made me think we're any better
and what made me think we'd last forever
was I so naive?
of course it all unweaves
chorus 2
Pyramids and palaces to dust
Empires crumble in
Wedding cake begins to must and molder
And what made me think we're any better
and what made me think we'd last forever
was I so naive?
failing to perceive
Maypole (round goes the wheel)
Maypole (round goes the wheel)
Maypole (the ties that bind you will unw
song performed by by Xtc
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Chaos Enshrouded
All about lay Chaos enshrouded
As we dedicate ourselves into meditation.
We bend as we break the rules of our schooling
Still we seek to penetrate the skies through the windows secret.
That same window pane upon which our dragon
Hath crashed so many times in vain.
Penetrate Wisdom beyond the recollection
Of sensory experience yet know that we are
To lay without resistance to the rhythms
Of life’s ever present flowing.
Seek to know the truth beyond
A blanket snow of Virgin Innocence.
I’m left indifferent to the callings of my defences.
Seeking as I am, sense beyond reason
Seeking Love beyond acceptance of Our Mother
We are but constructing the boundaries of our own self confinement.
If we are to break free of these shackles of our binding
We much tackle the subject insistently.
We must be resilient in defiance.
Yet remain open to the truths spoken beyond the comprehension
Of our souls.
We are lost hearts defeated
Our glory is the realization
We are whole within ourselves.
Still every now and then it’s nice to place
The illusion of a reality confused upon the shelf.
poem by David Lacey
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To Come Of Age
A voice sat deep inside you says,
Just waste away till nothing fades.
As shadows are left behind,
To make the world go blind.
Something down inside you knows,
You’ll join where all the rivers flow,
And drown beneath the sea,
Believing you are free.
I’ve lost that thing inside me that tells me what is real,
I don’t know the way I’m thinking, I can’t quite make out the way I feel,
I know the people sat around me, think they know me, more than I
Still I cant hear a word they say sat so far beyond the skies.
They talk of things I’ve never heard of
Words that seem surreal.
Never heard but not unheard of,
Still can’t make out what is real.
Turning round in deep emotion,
Mixing the colours of my soul.
Burning all the things you left behind
to make me whole.
Nothings left inside of me
You know not what you hold.
Something’s gone inside of me
The futures left un told.
But the past is crystal clear now
and you are all I see,
I don’t have the answers
drowned so deep beneath the sea.
By the waves of your emotion,
Eating up my world.
Could you save the ocean?
Can you see the bird?
Flying flagships in the sky,
places we could pass on by,
this is out world or so it seems,
its alike nothing from my dreams,
its so much more.
To come of age,
To turn the page
As angels spread there wings,
You know your bird can sing babe
The songs of love you bring.
Take me the river bed, its only then you’ll know I’m dead.
When every words been spoken when I lie broken in the head.
Aspirations of divinity, they never meant so much to me
As they did to you that day,
Walk with me another way
Don’t pass me by and sigh and say,
Don’t claim that you don’t know me
When I know the song you sing.
Turning in your circle,
Following a square,
How is it your questioning existence
As if you were never there?
Lost in time, we’ve lost our face
Where is it we lost our faith?
Dream a dream for daybreak,
The future lies untold,
Turn the page with reason,
Watch the day unfold
Sink into a blissful sleep,
This peace I hope is mine to keep
Mine to cherish through the wisdom of the years.
Don’t count your tears as you wish away the clouds
That crowd the sky by the day,
You’ll miss them when there gone, this feeling wont last long
So embrace it for a while, take it in with a smile.
poem by David Lacey
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Listen To The Ocean 01.08.2009
.................Nina and Frederick
Living my life to the accompaniment of
a song in my heart, I mostly remember
the refrain, hubby and the kids live in
perpetual discontent as I keep singing
the refrain playing in my head
Looking up lyrics on the Internet to learn
the words, maybe then I will be allowed
to sing my songs at home, my favourite
is ‘Listen to the Ocean’ by Nina and
Frederick
Turning like a broken gramophone in my
head, over and over, enchanting rhythm,
words divine, melody sublime: ‘Listen to
the ocean, echoes of a million seashells,
forever it's in motion
Moving to a rhythmic and unwritten
music that's played eternally…’
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LISTEN TO THE OCEAN
Nina & Frederick – 1960
(Nina Möller / Frederick Von Pallandt)
There's a world of sun and sand, full of
sky and far from land, where evening
breezes caress the shore like a gentle
comforting hand
Fragrant blossoms, honey bees, careless
laughter upon the breeze and lovers
fading to pools of deep purple
shadows among the trees
Listen to the ocean, echoes of a million
seashells, forever it's in motion, moving
to a rhythmic and unwritten music
that's played eternally
29 July 2009
poem by Margaret Alice
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As God Gave Freely
As God gave freely unto me
gifts of compassion love patience time
so I also give freely unto you
in the fertile landscapes of harvest mind
have I not prepared fields broken ground
have I not sown in full measure love seed
will you now take ownership of these fields?
will you water fertilize tender growth shoots?
will you weed harvest all life love gift fields?
for 18 months more have I alone toiled prepared?
are not these fields without cost to you purchased?
did I not give sacred work all my time livelihood?
will you choose to help harvest these compassion seeds?
will you let peace love flower with purity in your minds?
will you turn swords into plough shears till peace fields?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lavender Days
Lavender inspiration guides me...
Through orchards and vineyards grown
Revitalizing my inner essence
Blessing the Lavender-Blue sown;
In my minds eyes i oft' meditate-
'Tis Lavender Fields now or never...
Transporting me into Vales O' Bliss
Leading me into my Lavender Forever;
O' mighty Spirit O' Nature...
Strengthen me with your sweet power--
Free me in your fields O' Blue and Purple...
Shelter me in your Emerald Bower;
poem by Theodora Onken
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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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A Power Is Rising!
They are sailing for distant shores
Trying to find a little more
Trying to escape the trail of industrial horizons.
Driven from our paradise where are we to turn?
Who will open up their doors to us?
Relics of the person I once was are floating
Endless dust desert trails, seeking a soul that they can trust
In re assembling the form I knew before the storming of my years.
The looking glass is beckoning bliss with the promise of beauty
The reflection is a hollow facade, a mask of light in falsity.
Contemplation
Meditation
Appreciation
Each is a road worth wandering as
We turn within the shadows of ourselves.
Staring into the flames of visions empowering,
A power is rising! A power is rising!
Does it come as a surprise to find it in your eyes?
How can we strive towards that which we are?
How can we pray for oneness with the divine
If we are from before the moment of our birth a miracle sublime?
We are as angels with broken wings,
Devils walking upon the surface of our mother
Seeking in the arms of another the warmth of a lovers embrace.
Open up your eyes,
Wider than you ever thought imaginable
Until they slip beyond the sand castle walls of logics limitation.
Allow the tides of imagination to rise.
An ocean of souls, lost to the torment of heartbreak
Are shaking the foundations of my asylum sanctuary.
Let the nymphs of forest shadows to their dwellings within the womb of the earth
How many are there that are lost to the dreams of the night?
How many lost from the moment of birth?
Can you hear them?
Upon the wind as it whispers in wavering.
Savour the taste, taste the flavour
Don't waste it now, your one chance to loose
And gain a world beyond the realm of pain.
I need someone to have faith in me
Someone to help me paint myself a smile.
For I do not plant the seeds of ecstasy
But I help grow them all the while.
I dance the Dance of Seasons turning.
Beneath the yoke, the bright sun burning.
And I must have sailed for a thousand years
And I must have shed the skin of a thousand fears
Knowing all along that I sailed an ocean of fallen tears.
poem by David Lacey
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Celtic Sonant
Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining star to you
Deep peace of the son of peace to you
One man stood firm guarding cups overflowing
Brimful of memories and yesterdays dreams
He could never explain his own silent thunder
The ocean just blows rough at this time of year
And the wheel keeps on turning
The wheel keeps on turning
The wheel keeps on turning
Turning around
Away we will sail with all our flags flying
Too many changes can cause us delay
Each star in the sky is there for a reason
Making it so bright for this time of day
And the wheel keeps on turning
The wheel keeps on turning
The wheel keeps on turning
This fool made it round
song performed by by Moody Blues
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An ocean of Love
Have you ever sailed on vast ocean,
With no island to see, and things are out of reach?
With dreams and mysteries filled this ocean,
And a never ending faith that someone would teach?
Have you ever felt that feeling,
Of a deep calmness within you that's hard to fight?
And no one could help you believing,
That you're striving for the right?
Did you ever sailed on an ocean,
That further placed upon your heart?
For deeply below this ocean,
Lies a silent whisper, where love starts.
An ocean of Love, the ocean of dreams
Where you can find solace and exceptional truth
Though pain resides even if you don't dream
As the existence of love bears its fruit.
The fruit of harmony, bliss, and wonder
Without the seed that's buried down below
Like a pearl that lies down under
The ocean of love they call, starts hello.
Upon this vast ocean, two souls were me and you
Over the waves and across the surface
I have found a love so true
The ocean of love was then the wondrous place.
poem by Lovelyn Layon
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