Universal Soul
I remember now a sky of aggressive vibrations,
Bleeding red rushes of madness upon the horizon.
Above the town a heavy haze hangs below the clouds
Tainted are the colours of the rainbows glow.
Painted are pictures of faceless crowds.
I’m awaiting the surge, knowing not what will come of
The experience, the clouds outside foretell a pleasant
Eve of awakening, Inside I’m shaking, knowing that soon
All will be lost below the waning moon.
A collection of musical arrangements revolve around my form
I wish to pick the strings of steel above the hollow but know
That first I must swallow the pain of removing myself from such
A wallowing refrain. Golden glows of summers promise
Kiss the movements of the sky, a face within the cotton, she
Has hair of shoulder length, she glows, oh how magnificently
She glows surrounded by shades of expanse.
A shimmering dance of unspoken shadows feeds the sky still bleeding,
Upon the horizon a grey silhouette is seen, no longer do fields
And rolling hills of green posses this valley in their spirit,
They have been cast down, this town, built upon a bellowing
Industry is guilty of nothing less than smoking a perfect sky to
Some tainted yellow, denying the youth a sky they will never know.
Paint me a picture of this land how you would understand
It without the torturing hand of man and his creation.
Upon the Surface of Our Mother they spread as disease, turning
The most beautiful of scenes so easily into a profit of destruction.
Never before have I seen the world with such clarity
Everything sharp, everything crisp,
This feeling is a lens upon reality
I see the same as the next man but perceive its proportions differently
I believe in the universal soul
I believe in an integrated whole
As above so below
So the world should rightly know
Feed the night
Feed the light
Gargantuan obscurities pass by my window coated
In a lilac tone, upon the horizon the sun is ending his course
For the day, upon his way his radiance shines upon
In various angles towards the blood end of emotions spectrum.
Small wisps drift on by; some would have you believe that where you go when you die
But I believe that we return to the one, as atoms into the earth, as souls into the
Universal soul. Listen to your heart yet never ignore reason when survival
Is at hand. This age scares me so in its blind faith or secular atheism, can
We not have faith in truth and truth yes truth alone, is it not upon the basis
Of truth, trust and unison that we build our homes and our circles of family and friends?
I believe that this life is an opportunity to mix with souls and learn for that
Is what the soul doth yearn for, a truth, an unquestionable truth that everything
Is as real as his dreams. Nothing is as it seems and omens beckon throughout
The day, and just as even the mightiest Oak knows not to bend against the wind
Sometimes it is wise to be passive to the rhythms of Life’s ever present river flowing.
Is it not our time to rise as the sun is near to setting?
Does it come as a surprise that you can not remember to forget?
poem by David Lacey
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A Shimmering Dance of Unspoken Shadows
I remember now a sky of aggressive vibrations,
Bleeding red rushes of madness upon the horizon.
Above the town a heavy haze hangs below the clouds
Tainted are the colours of the rainbows glow.
Painted are pictures of faceless crowds.
I’m awaiting the surge, knowing not what will come of
The experience, the clouds outside foretell a pleasant
Eve of awakening, Inside I’m shaking, knowing that soon
All will be lost below the waning moon.
A collection of musical arrangements revolve around my form
I wish to pick the strings of steel above the hollow but know
That first I must swallow the pain of removing myself from such
A wallowing refrain. Golden glows of summers promise
Kiss the movements of the sky, a face within the cotton, she
Has hair of shoulder length, she glows, oh how magnificently
She glows surrounded by shades of expanse.
A shimmering dance of unspoken shadows feeds the sky still bleeding,
Upon the horizon a grey silhouette is seen, no longer do fields
And rolling hills of green posses this valley in their spirit,
They have been cast down, this town, built upon a bellowing
Industry is guilty of nothing less than smoking a perfect sky to
Some tainted yellow, denying the youth a sky they will never know.
Paint me a picture of this land how you would understand
It without the torturing hand of man and his creation.
Upon the Surface of Our Mother they spread as disease, turning
The most beautiful of scenes so easily into a profit of destruction.
Never before have I seen the world with such clarity
Everything sharp, everything crisp,
This feeling is a lens upon reality
I see the same as the next man but perceive its proportions differently
I believe in the universal soul
I believe in an integrated whole
As above so below
So the world should rightly know
Feed the night
Feed the light
Gargantuan obscurities pass by my window coated
In a lilac tone, upon the horizon the sun is ending his course
For the day, upon his way his radiance shines upon
In various angles towards the blood end of emotions spectrum.
Small wisps drift on by; some would have you believe that where you go when you die
But I believe that we return to the one, as atoms into the earth, as souls into the
Universal soul. Listen to your heart yet never ignore reason when survival
Is at hand. This age scares me so in its blind faith or secular atheism, can
We not have faith in truth and truth yes truth alone, is it not upon the basis
Of truth, trust and unison that we build our homes and our circles of family and friends?
I believe that this life is an opportunity to mix with souls and learn for that
Is what the soul doth yearn for, a truth, an unquestionable truth that everything
Is as real as his dreams. Nothing is as it seems and omens beckon throughout
The day, and just as even the mightiest Oak knows not to bend against the wind
Sometimes it is wise to be passive to the rhythms of Life’s ever present river flowing.
Is it not our time to rise as the sun is near to setting?
Does it come as no surprise that you can not remember to forget?
poem by David Lacey
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Which Is Which
> To beware of the truth.
> Is truth...it, self?
> So, what is truth?
>
> Is truth, true love?
> Or...just a reality?
> To be a man...is that truth?
>
> A man...is reality.
> A woman...is reality.
> To be woman...is that truth?
>
> To have more then one partner
> Is a reality of the world.
>
> Which this world agrees.
> Truth is; in my point of view
> Is what one claims to be truth.
>
> But, the truth is whatever you
> Are doing as I speak.
> A woman is good for the soul.
>
> That truth is very bold.
> A man lives for his manhood
> So I am told.
>
> Is it truth or reality?
> Respect is in the middle of the spectrum.
> Male vs. Female
>
>
> That is truth.
> Man being woman
> A reality.
>
> Woman being man...
> She tries.
> Respect cover both the unreal and the wise.
>
> Truth or reality...we never really
> Give it much thought.
> Maybe it was the way we are taught.
>
> Truth or reality...
> Which is Which?
>
>
> whisperkwane
>
> [email protected]
>
>
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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?
poem by David Lacey
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
I will be true in the moment. x
poem by Susan Cook
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Blanket Syd - Explosions in the Sky
Explosions in the sky. The dancing starts to the entrancing stars,
Through shimmering shades, a thousand unexplained chances are revealed,
Nothing is concealed from these eyes of beatific vision surreal.
Here I am, sailing the celestial passageways of my universe,
My universe so distinct, beautiful and real that I could not imagine another
That I could love more with all my heart, yet I wish to share my world.
A ball room dance ensues and madness pursues my vision.
A thousand partners dance holding each other close.
She paraded with herself in her arms, knowing that she would do no harm to herself.
The grate beckons holding fire, hell opens up its heart to you, hell breathes.
Step into the furnace, the fiery forge of your mindscapes creation.
Seeking revelation what will you find, as the mind of the acid soaked mariner prays he wont go blind.
Will you find a new vision more beautiful and true than ever could you imagine? The fire breathes with the spirit of unison, the embers flow in liquid movements,
Beyond within and without the moment I am beyond within and without content.
Through descent into madness I am seeing the trees reflected backwards into an eternity
Of long lost echoes, all around they cry and dance and scream with the joy of loosing
Their burden humanities. So frail at times is my reality, so pale and thin at times is sanity.
A giant African head sculpture erupts from beneath the ground,
As it rose it turned its head to face me, deep, sunken, hollow eyes
Of dark and sickly sweet mysteries faced me as my heart a pacing
Set out upon a path to strengthen faith to an extent that I could laugh
At the horrors waiting upon my shoulder, this lance of hope is my love.
Laid upon my back I could not know anything to be true
But the stars and their dance upon a blanket of infinite blue.
The trees take on their own personalities, they reveal themselves to you,
Each aspires towards the sky, waving their arms in soft servitude beneath
The hand of the winds ever present blowing. Here we are as beasts of youth,
Parading around upon some unknown ground, disguised by the valleys green.
The trees penetrate our mother the earth as a thousand un tamed nymphs
Dance before my vision. Through a mist of obscurity, a veil of misunderstanding
I saw a new world, a new heaven breathing life beyond the blue of mysteries shadow.
I hear voices upon the wind; I feel more than I could ever understand as real.
No illusion of sanity can save me now.
Old loves never die but are shrouded by new loves envy of the old.
There she was, dancing in parallel with herself, the perfect synchronisation,
One dressed in the purest white the other in the darkest shadows of mysteries abyss,
Both looked with longing eyes towards the horizon of eternity’s bliss.
What does it mean? Is it a dream? How is it the ghost of a girl can gleam so?
A thousand nymphs run wild within the forest night, dancing they are as the shadows
Of lanterns twist the perception of this mind of mine, out of time, out of place with
Smiling eyes of faceless dreams I am as one with the roots of Unison.
Isolation beckons upon the horizon, there lays in wait an island in the sky for you.
The wind whispers, the forest mumbles, we tumble onward upon our knees,
Underneath the trees we are as happy as we could ever be free, free from the
Bondage of our material gains, free from the bondage of our material pains.
Let it rain, let it snow, let the sun glow bright as the rivers flow,
Let us know, show us the way and reveal the day painted in a thousand untainted colours Anew. Beyond the blue within thoughts of you I’m sinking, always am I thinking,
Painting pastel pink the valleys of this land alive through smiling eyes.
I can hear the voices of my companions echo around the fire, I feel at one within myself and at the same time completely at loss without myself, I feel alone, isolated so far from home, surrounded by those who would never try to understand the land that I perceive.
She of duelling parallels knows her way though at times confused,
I at times feel abused, bruised by the beatings of my imaginations creation.
Her face broke throughout the clouds, her hair wavering upon the current of the wind,
Until know she had been a mystery to me, she who offers me her hand in guidance.
Upon my Journey she smiled a smile so coy she did naught but toy with my emotions,
And within the ocean of the sky she swam, effortlessly, aimlessly, her essence unreal,
Her presense inciting passion and unreal waves of emotion, confusing the way in which I could feel. A caterpillar a thousand miles long awaiting the cocoon. A thousand grey Sculptures of a thousand individual souls, each separate and unique yet swimming and dancing together within the ocean of the sky.
The sky is an ocean deep
I’ll never sleep again
The sky is an ocean deep
I’ll never sleep again.
Creeping shadows leave me weeping,
Old friends abound adorn themselves in forms anew,
Loose limbed mammals in tune with their animal nature dance.
The valley breathes, the trees speak through the movement of the leaves,
The valley breathes and the poet’s heart is thus relieved.
I perceive a world somewhere in between my ability to see and he objects of my focus.
A river runs by gently, smoothing the stones. Ripples echo endlessly as raindrops
Drip from the tips of gently sloping leaves. The trees are crying, death for the green is dying. Try for me I’ll fly for you and everything I’ll say is true, believe me, beyond, within and without every blue that comes my way throughout the day surrounded by thoughts of you I shall be there, blanketed at times by fairy tale wisdoms, blanketed at times or simply out of my mind, but there and always easy to find. Never can we be blind again, never again will we have to run from the rain for we are those who know to embrace the storm, and we are those who wish to reach beyond uniform conformity,
We are those who wish to ignore all notions of normality, for such illusions cast too heavy a burden for the soul who wishes to be whole again, the soul who wishes to be free.
poem by David Lacey
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Truth
They fall through time as a leaf from a tree
Trees so green
Green as life, green as death, as the souls
Souls that are lost, lost forever
Forever in time forever in truth
Truth that shall not be spoken
Spoken by only those who know the truth
Truth that only they know, only they see
See through their eyes, listen through their ears
Ears that have heard the truth, that hold it in their hands
Hands so cold, so hard from truth from hope
Hope that they have lost
Lost as a shell in the sea, the sea of truth
Truth that flows in all of us, everyone
everyone who stands in the shower of faith
Faith that some have lost, some gain
Gain all the truth, hope, faith, love
Love that haunts, love that stays
Stays with us all, stays in our souls
Souls we shall loose, in the battle of time
Time that haunts us all
All who feel
Feel the pain, all who know
Know the truth
(just fel tlike trying a format that my friend said I should try. It has what ever word that a line ends with the next line starts with the same word. EX. you sit in the fire
Fure of truth so I dicided I would try it. hope you like)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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An Echoing Truth
In a world of right and wrong, we have Truth, that echoes strong,
And from the world’s ancient past, God’s Truth shall forever last,
To be for men a guide and light, for discerning wrong from right;
God’s Guiding Truth for every need, when souls choose to heed.
God’s Word echoes loud and clear, as men of true wisdom fear,
God who reigns above the earth, who gives The Word true worth,
God, Who spoke this world in place, opens hearts by His Grace,
And with that Grace He will impart, Eternal Truth into man’s heart.
A Book, that many seldom read, has the Truth that all men need,
While others never even heard, the Eternal Truths in God’s Word;
Eternal Truths that man can trust, which were written for all of us,
Truth revealed to all the world, which all believers need to herald.
This truth’s more than knowledge of, The One who reigns above,
But what He had did for everyone, sending Christ, His Only Son,
His Truth, revealed to every nation, leads a soul to His Salvation,
When they come to Jesus Christ, that soul, receives Eternal Life.
Open The Word and you will see, Truth about our present reality,
And you will see through history, others pointing men to eternity,
How Godly men of old would tell, others about Heaven and Hell,
Knowing all are just one breath, away from Eternal Life or Death.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
The Black Book of Santiago
Spiralling towards oblivion
Am I to abandon any hope of recovery?
Salvation?
I feel the blanket shifting
Acid clouds above my head.
All about my form lay broken bodies mangled
Tarnished flesh horrors await as the waxworks melt
Slow, soft, sombre, felt fabric drips come melting sweet
A torrent of fear upon the street victims helpless below.
Cooling towers upon the horizon act as cloud factories.
What hope do we have of recovery?
Electric snakes wind entwining themselves
Around the roots of the venerable Oak.
What horror of industry is this that pollutes our horizon so?
Children seek their mother through discomfort.
Fathers are no longer to be honoured.
Shallow streets fuel the addicts need for release.
I spiral onwards - ever inwards for the horrors
That await beyond my flesh are more than I can bare.
I close my eyes. I make as though I was never there.
Confusion swells within this heart of mine
For every time I drift within my thought
I find myself caught and sinking
Blind ever thinking without accepting the
Truth of my knowing the river must flow forever more.
I find myself dwelling too often with ghost companions
From a former life. Confusion swells abandoned, isolated
From dreamstates. Are we alone to guide our hands in blessing?
Who are we to un-shroud the mystery.
Who are we to proclaim transcendental truths aloud?
Who are we to pluck fruit so easily from the branches of the world tree?
We are they who have set emotion free.
No more than a flower blooming are we that swoon beneath the moon.
Open your heart to the warmth of the sun.
Allow Apollo's kiss upon your cheeks.
Seek. Seek forever more beyond the river of your flowing.
Take in the clouds as colors change - re arranging
Upon the skylines. Pastel shades are fading.
Night is awoken. Awaiting in the shadows still
Knowing soon is her time to rule upon the hill.
Ignore the crowds- the masses thronging outside the window
For all they hope for is a view of the morning show.
Let them know the circle full. Let them know the tears of Joy.
Spirits rise in procession
Paying homage to the soul of Albion's sage
A new age is born from Romance.
We are as ever attempting
Aspiration towards redemption whole
They sing - as sweet melodies linger upon the breeze.
Old friends no longer recognize the Love they once held dear
Good friends no loner recognize attachments long forgotten.
The Fate's hath begotten a tapestry blue.
Two lone warriors stride headstrong into the nightmare
Shadows unfolded themselves to reveal all they once concealed
Paranoia calls - beckoning you to close the window.
Close it to the world outside. Shut yourself blind.
Who knows what you may find
Seeking justice beyond the eggshell cracked
Feed. Breed upon the invisible leash.
Know that no release is necessary
For the form you know as your own
Is set upon the path of secret shadows revealed.
poem by David Lacey
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Liquid Acid
Liquid Acid drifts upon the vibrations set in motion,
My mind eases itself in and out of meditation,
Inside the looking glass, beyond reflection clarity awaits.
Take the maidens hand upon the moment of her offering,
No hesitation should there be upon the opportunity of
Your deepest desires fulfilled, still think hard upon what
You wish for, think hard upon which doors you are knocking
When you already conceal the key within the flesh you
Deem your palm, seek your calm, seek your grace through
Illumination, seek to ascertain a knowledge beyond a reason
For contemplation, seek to know yet never forget to live.
They leave me here. Still. Always on the verge of slumber,
Awaiting her hand, the hand of the maiden green yet never
Has she offered me a kiss upon her lips, always does she
Stand with her hands upon her lips, pouting never shouting,
Calling as she is forever in her eyes the Gods of her domain.
Silver coinage lay engulfed within a sea of blood, beside lay
Memories of Virginias guilt upon which the foundations of
Nations were built. An electronic tuner lay upon the crest
Of an ever eternal ripple. Tempted as I am to touch the fabric
And create a world a new within which to swim I find myself
Too engrossed in the folds of the cloth, the wrap that covers
Me in dream states. Discarded shirts, Rolling Papers remind
Me of nothing I have seen before only the Purple Rose doth
Bloom ever changing in my eyes, only does her light illuminate
The source Solas in solitude. Reminders of a life I used to know
So well surround me through every waking state, fated to be an
Exile from my own understanding, I am forever striving to stride
Passion and Reason hand in hand into the reality I deem surreal
Outside, Inside I’m forever unfolding ever seeking the horizon.
Sipping sugared water churned with flavourings from a plastic
Container I realise now more than ever the need to return to the
Mother that bore me Our Lady the Earth, the yearning for fresh
Water Streams, for rolling hills of emerald glades, of ancient
Oaks looming their wisdom and essence over my very presence,
To dance in sacred groves and sing, to dance naked, free of insecurity.
To dance beyond the need for a reason, to dance in and out of season
To the music that sways you and sets your soul alight. Allow the
Spirit of the Universe to posses you into trance, chance upon a
Moment of revelation and turn circles without hesitation knowing
That you are as the river flows, never in one the same.
Liquid Acid drips within the cauldron of emotions stirred.
The world distorts, shades alongside the most vibrant of shades cavort,
Laughing sweet in pleasant glee at the melodies of whispering trees
I am as free as I could wish to be, I am as I am me.
poem by David Lacey
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poem by David Keig
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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 Dark Truth
Truth is I don't believe.
Truth is All truth is volatile
As far as heaven is concerned
pain on earth may be to heavy to on to st peters golden rope.
Truth is blood is not thicker than water.
Blood quenches human greed
Water washes it out your throat
Truth is dissonance is cognitive, why do you search?
Truth is you are not who you think you are.
Truth is you may just be a thought of the darkness that harness your light.
Truth is (justicia) wears a transparent blindfold
Truth is her blade pierces only the soft hearted
But how do I know this truth, the only truth and nothing but the dark truth?
I once believed.
poem by Bernardo Adantor
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
I'd Lie For You
I'd never tell you one lie.
I'd never let you down.
I'd never leave i'd be the one who'd always be around.
Baby give me a chance.
I'd pull the sun down from the sky.
To light your darkest night.
I'd never let one drop of rain fall down into your life.
Put your heart in my hands.
Baby believe me, i could never do you wrong.
And i would never paint your world blue.
And if sometimes it seems i must lost my mind.
I might be crazy, but i'm crazy about you.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
Just take a look in my eyes.
You'd see a love that's blind.
Just take a hold of my hand.
I'll take you to paradise.
Ain't a star that's too far.
Every wish will be a wish.
That i will make come true.
And if you want the moon.
I swear i'll bring it down to you.
Let me into your heart.
Believe me baby.
Got your name carved on my soul.
'cause your the only one that i'll give it too.
Go let'em say that i'm fool to act this way.
'cause if i'm crazy, i'm just crazy 'bout you.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Move mountains if you want me to.
I'd walk across the fire for you.
I'd walk across the wild for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
And you will never see a day.
I'll ever break your heart.
You'll see the sky fall down.
Before it ever gets that far.
I'll show you heaven.
Every second that your in my arms.
Baby, i'm crazy, but i'm crazy 'bout you.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Move mountains if you want me to.
I'd walk across the fire for you.
I'd walk across the wild for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Do anything you asked me to.
I'd even sell my soul for you.
I'd do it all for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
I'd lie for you and that's the truth.
Move mountains if you want me to.
I'd walk across the fire for you.
I'd walk across the wild for you.
If you'd just believe in me.
song performed by by Meat Loaf
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Triumph of Truth
Lies addict its users
like drugs;
life becomes
habituated to be soaked
with lies
often working
as a mask to guard the truth.
Truth is the reality
but when not pleasant,
in a way not desirable -
it doesn't come to the surface.
Some believable rationale
is put in place to substantiate
the reason.
And that is lie - that is fib;
a fabrication yielded
to suppress the truth.
Lies whatsoever contemplated
to cover up the truth,
but not so dense enough
to curtain the reality behind,
as sun's radiance emerges
diluting the darkness of
the dense cloud,
the truth surfaces
piercing the clouds of falsehood.
Truth wins over the lies
in the eternal battle of life.
poem by Gautam Sen
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Unspoken truth
The truth hidden in me
Is the thing nobody can see.
I am acting as a treasure keeper,
Hiding it to be discovered.
Truth has its own fate
Reality is known by it.
After knowing the truth,
You will know what it worth.
Things seen by eye and heard by ear
Will not be believed and not to be care.
This is the only truth unspoken.
It’s thee truth of life,
Hide it to survive.
If anybodies knows
Please don’t let it to flow.
If shared than gone,
All will run towards the throne.
Beauty of life end there
When unspoken truth of life is know here.
poem by Amar Ghimire
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Our Souls Entwine with Energies Sublime
Our souls entwine with energies sublime
As elemental manifestations guide our way.
They guide this heart of mine.
Our Lords observe from their thrones celestial
As we dance in terrestrial spheres,
Seeking transcendence beyond the day.
Every now and then Our Lords appease our fears
Laying their survival in the hands of the Fates
As they descend to mingle with the offspring of creation.
Grey clouds upon the horizon feed the reminiscence
Of a time when we would believe everything our elders taught us
Only now for us to believe that they hath deceived us in their teachings,
Preaching as they are, a faith blind without comprehension.
Hey understand not the language of their creation.
Nine men dance a Morris eternal,
Feeding the need for preparation.
Logic it seems has left me un-even.
A time out of time plays upon this heart of mine.
As church bells chime beyond the horizon
We mimic in mime of the merging of the soul to unity.
Beyond the mask, above the shelf
Lay a woeful soul. Beyond the tides
An Elven queen, completes the circle whole
Ancient forest mothers converse with sky clad lovers
Breeding brothers in arms, defenders of the calm
That unifies the soul.
Into shadow lands we stride
Knowing that bright a sky
Exists within our eyes.
poem by David Lacey
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Relative
Truth is Relative;
True for me is lies for you
In eyes of lies
the truth is bent, but
truth protrudes in tainted folds
of salty tears and painted gold.
Truth for you is a raging sea
of Painted waves; the golden bleeds
Your walls crumble; walls of stone, of
broken souls, tears, labored bones.
Are the lies a shield?
Once again a 'golden' shield
Untill the pain of truth shall yield.
O, savior Truth! O, warrior Truth!
Truth is treaty; a liquid sword
that shatters; breaks; but still remains
the fieds are red, but missing pain.
So ask yourself, 'Are your lies true? '
Did you escape from 'You? '
'Your' eyes see red.
Your eyes see blue.
True for me is lies for you.
No.
Not you; 'You.'
Truth is relative
poem by John Samson
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
poem by Jacob Arden
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You Are The Reason
(Graham Russell)
Here's on the street
a tear in the seam
of pleasure and pain
Life carries on
a cloak of deceit
brings honour to shame
But the voice I used to know
(Where are you now?)
is the one I can't let go
Chorus:
You are the reason
my faith in tomorrow
A Distant horizon
the one I must follow
You are the first, You are the last
I'help you to see
the light in the dark
the sun through the rain
until you are free
and facing the truth
that words can't explain
But the truth I think you know(Tell me)
I could never let you go
Chorus
you are the future from the past
You are the spell that has been cast
You are the reason
my faith in tomorrow
A distant horizon
the one I must follow
Chorus
You are the first
You are the last to me
oom hm.....You are to me...You are
song performed by by Air Supply
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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