A Plank of Wood
A plank of wood,
Afloat on the Pacific;
A solitary body,
Buoyant in the greatest of blues;
Basking in the scorching sun;
Tumultuous yet inexplicably tranquil;
Amidst the raging currents;
Swayed by the ocean streams;
To an isle which lies;
Far beyond the immediate horizon.
A-kin, buoyant dreams,
Are carried by currents of destiny;
To lavish upon you;
A sunken treasure, buried,
Deep inside the sands of your destined isle;
In your journey, from calamitous depths,
To the arms of serendipity.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Voices Of Freedom
The currents rage deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Up in the morning drinking his coffee
turns on the TV to some slasher movie
Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty
painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day
the currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
His heart is pounding he switches the channel
looking for something, other than rape or murder
Or beatings or torture, but except for Walt Disney
it's a twisted alliance, this age of Video Violence
The currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
The current rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Down at his job his boss sits there screaming
if he loses his job, life looses its meaning
His son is in high school, there's nothing he's learning
he sits by the TV, watching Corvettes exploding, 'cause
The currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
No age of reason landing upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Down at a bar some woman is topless
she's acned and scarred, her hair is a mess
While he shoves $5 down her exotic panties
the video jukebox is playing Madonna
While just down the block at some local theater
they're grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die
the currents are deep and raging inside
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
this is
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Video Violence
The currents rage deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
Up in the morning, drinking his coffee
Turns on the tv to some slasher movie
Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty
Painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
His heart is pounding he switches the channel
Looking for something other than rape or murder
Or beatings or torture but except for walt disney
Its a twisted alliance, this age of video violence
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
The current rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
Down at his job, his boss sits there screaming
If he loses his job, then life loses its meaning
His son is in high school, theres nothing hes learning
He sits by the tv, watching corvettes exploding, cause
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
No age of reason landing upon us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Down at a bar some woman is topless
Shes acned and scarred, her hair is a mess
While he shoves 5 dollars down her exotic panties
The video jukebox is, ah, playing madonna
While just down the block at some local theater
Theyre grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die
The currents are deep and raging inside
The currents rage so deep inside us
This is the age of video violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Our good working stiff looks a whore in the eye
Ties her to a bed
While he beats her back bloody and then back -
- at home, drinking more instant coffee
Calls some red-neck evangelist that hes seen on tv and says
The currents rage, the dawns upon us
This is the age of video violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep upon us
This is the age of video violence
The currents rage so deep down inside us
This is the age of video violence
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
Na-na-na, na-na-na
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Time Spent is a Real Treasure
I love a girl
She is just like pearl
With hair silky and curl
She is my classmate
For her I am desperate
She is my heart
She is never late
She never misses the date
On time she does meet
We have hearty talk
And we enjoy the evening walk
Along the beach
Waddling on the ocean water
Playing with ocean currents
Singing with the tune of dancing currents
Diving in the ocean of love
The moments are cherishable
Collecting pebble
On the shore
And throwing in the ocean
Every little act gives pleasure
The time spent is a real treasure
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Song of Innisfail
They came from a land beyond the sea,
And now o'er the western main
Set sail, in their good ships, gallantly,
From the sunny land of Spain.
"Oh, where's the isle we've seen in dreams,
Our destined home or grave?"
Thus sung they as, by the morning's beams,
They swept the Atlantic wave.
And lo, where afar o'er ocean shines
A sparkle of radiant green,
As though in that deep lay emerald mines,
Whose light through the wave was seen.
"'Tis Innisfail -- 'tis Innisfail!"
Rings o'er the echoing sea;
While, bending to heaven, the warriors hail
That home of the brave and free.
Then turn'd they unto the Eastern wave,
Where now their Day-God's eye
A look of such sunny omen gave
As lighted up sea and sky.
Nor frown was seen through sky or sea,
Nor tear o'er leaf or sod,
When first on their Isle of Destiny
Our great forefathers trod.
poem by Thomas Moore
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Isle Of Enchantment
Isle of enchantment (Puerto Rico) (3/15/12)
It was the isle of enchantment where I fell in love
The isle where dreams flourish and grow
And your heart is with the one you know.
Where two hearts will become as one
Underneath the Caribbean sun.
Love is in the air and on the beach too
That is where I fell in love with you.
The isle of enchantment called PUERTO RICO
The island that you must get to know.
The beaches with their crystal clear waters
And beautiful white sands
Will make you feel as if you're in the promised land.
How can I not be in love with you?
When you make me feel whole
How can I not be in love with you?
When you touch my inner soul.
In you hope I found- and you turned my life around
You have shown me what it is to live
And to you my love I give.
I never knew what love was before
Till you opened up that door.
The moment I held you in my arms
And kissed you passionately
Right then I knew- another one there can never be.
The isle of enchantment captured my heart and soul
And with you is where I belong.
poem by Louis Rams
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Seascape
Hues of cyanotic blue,
Intermeshing, as
Reds mutate into oranges and yellows,
Deep rose would become a sea of tranquility-
If I could rock myself to an eternal sleep, I could
Listen to the ocean’s waves as they lap against the sand, as
Small diamonds would scintillate in the sunlight.
Variations of greens and yellows would blend with one another, as
Water snakes and anemones would mingle with the
Flora of the sea-
I could hear the roaring of the ocean’s waves on
Moonlit days before sunrise upon awakening, as
I had lost myself within a sea of dreams-
Hues of cyanotic blues,
Deep rose as a tranquil sea could be, coral –red,
Sea grass, viridian in hue,
Sways with the rhythm of the rising tide,
Lost, I am in this myriad of dreams,
Reaching out trying to grasp that moment in reality
That has just slipped through my fingertips,
I would ride bare back upon a sea horse,
Destined to live forever…
The ocean expands parallel to the universe, never ending.
As a storm at sea abates,
I have found some peace of mind in this reflective moment.
Reds mutate to shades of orange to a dusty rose,
Lost in thoughts and reverie, I am
Carried away by the ocean’s waves.
Stardust has settled gently over the horizon- as far as
I can see, and
Upon this very tranquil night,
I see this world through a kaleidoscope;
Chips of broken glass reflecting greens and yellows,
Mauves and violets-
Enveloping all I can for miles and miles where the
Forever expanding ocean would finally meet with the sky-
I would want to live forever on this never abating journey-
Where I have finally escaped reality.
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Angelic Blue
I remember your frolics on the beach in your cavorting blue
Jumping to the heavens to touch the great wide blue
I could see your hair spring against the buoyant blue
Yet I remember best your eyes breathtakingly angelic blue
I remember your strokes against the currents of the ocean blue
Blending with the waves as you swim to the horizon blue
Then there you were to my gorging eyes in your delicately placed synthetic blue
Yet I was obsessed by your eyes tantalizingly angelic blue
I remember your smile against God's murals painted blue
As we journeyed through the continents from the Indian to the Pacific blue
Thanking the gods that merged our destinies blessed with a sapphire blue
With engraved memories of my first gaze at your eyes mesmerizingly angelic blue
I remember your toenails in their veneers glazed blue
And the shoes that followed the contours in their sporting blue
I see our evening jogs as we scan the coastline in its cascades of blue
As I glance a million times at your eyes mere perfection in angelic blue
I remember the tears that flowed during your fleeting blues
In your moments of trials and grief with your handkerchief ominously blue
I apologize for neglecting you even for a second in your teary blue
Hoping your moist getaways will soon re-embrace their glorious angelic blue
I remember the day I held your hand as sweat trickled pass your gown peroxide blue
As we gazed at our delicate creation picture-perfection of her maternal blue
We would see her grow to embrace our worlds in our paradise by the ocean blue
Even then mom you are still the winner in your eyes eternally angelic blue
I could see us in our glory years down by the Indian ocean blue
Staring at the ocean and stars in circadian motions of nature's blue
When I close my eyes I would only need you to sustain me in my heavenly blue
Your eyes my love….gaze at me for an eternity through your portals angelic blue
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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I Left Apart
Over that fresh green grass
A sweet face did say to me with hush
O me handsome lad, will ye go apart
From the dear green land of Ireland
Though I promised not to
But fortune decided to
For me to break the vow
And from the dear ol' isle I did part
And on that ship I went over
For fortune to dig with me shovel
Leaving all that sweet green
And dreaming of money's stream
Behind the ocean so wide
Putting a shamrock by me side
To somewhere I don't have to hide
And the ship from the dear isle did part
Limerick, Corcaigh and Donegal
Connemara, Tara and the all
Oh how I miss Belfast and Derry
And don't forget the shores of Kerry
Dreams come and go
With a memories' flow
Until appeared the first glow
Of the land after I left the dear isle apart
Money and fame I did have
And for lassies didn't give a laugh
For me heart never chose
But the lass in the blues
Now years passed me by
And I'm getting even so high
No one can deny
After I left the dear Ol' isle apart
After all this and that to the dear I did come
So blissing the air I did breathe with no gloom
But then into a cemetery I did get
And on an engraved stone I did read
'O ye passer by,
sit a little and cry
say your pray, then a goodbye
to the dear ol' isle that ye left apart'
poem by Taher Shemaly
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A laborer no longer makes whole articles. He receives raw materials, puts his touch on them, and passes them to another worker in the series. When the articles are quite finished they are carried out of sight by currents of commercial exchange. These currents are untraceable.
quote by John Bates Clark
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The River Of Sleep
There are curious isles in the River of Sleep,
Curious isles without number.
We'll visit them all as we leisurely creep
Down the winding stream whose current is deep,
In our beautiful barge of Slumber.
The very first isle in this wonderful stream
Quite close to the shore is lying,
And after a supper of cakes and cream
We come to the Night-Mare-Isle with a scream,
And hurry away from it crying.
And next is the Island-of-Lullaby,
And every one there rejoices.
The winds are only a perfumed sigh,
And the birds that sing in the treetops try
To imitate Mothers' voices.
A little beyond is the Isle-of-Dreams;
Oh, that is the place to be straying.
Everything there is just as it seems;
Dolls are real and sunshine gleams,
And no one calls us from playing.
And then we come to the drollest isle,
And the funniest sounds come pouring
Down from its borderlands once in a while,
And we lean o'er our barge and listen and smile;
For that is the Isle-of-Snoring.
And the very last isle in the River of Sleep
Is the sunshiny Isle-of-Waking.
We see it first with our eyes a-peep,
And we give a yawn-then away we leap,
The barge of Slumber forsaking.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Farewell
FAREWELL, and when forth
I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles
Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,
Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south,
Isle upon island, sea upon sea,
Why should I sail, why should the breeze?
I have been young, and I have counted friends.
A hopeless sail I spread, too late, too late.
Why should I from isle to isle
Sail, a hopeless sailor?
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Surf-Song
Moon amidst halo ebb
entice ocean currents
feel silver beams shine
upon saline sea
Thrown soul sucking surge
inbound momentum tide
soar sweeping wave rolling
into surfsweep shoreline
Surpassing surrealistic dreams ambition
tossing rhythmic shoals
chase moon silver-gilt dreamtime
seize surf singer
Swept forth upon boiling
white crystal sands
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet II
As strong, as deep, as wide as is the sea,
Though by the wind made restless as the wind,
By billows fretted and by rocks confined,
So strong, so deep, so wide my love for thee.
And as the sea; though oft huge waves arise,
So oft that calms can never quite assuage,
So huge that ocean’s whole self seems to rage;
Yet tranquil, deep, beneath the tempest lies:
So my great love for thee lies tranquil, deep,
Forever; though above it passions fierce,
Ambition, hatred, jealousy; like waves
That seem from earth’s core to the sky to leap,
But ocean’s depths can never really pierce;
Hide its great calm, while all the surface raves.
poem by Francis William Bourdillon
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First Step
I can only know true peace, once I have had no peace.
I can only know God, after I have had no God.
I can only know true love, once I have had no love.
To know the truth, the untruth must be realized.
What is unreal, can only then become real.
What is unseen, can only then become seen.
What is unknown, will then become known.
The journey is only a thought, until it has been embarked upon.
The destination cannot be reached, until the first step has been made.
The journey is all of the steps.
I keep looking outside, to find what was always truly within.
My search is fruitless.
For where we are destined to go, is where we have already been.
The past unlocks the door, to the destiny of future, which can only be obtained in the present.
For what was, determines what will be, in the what is.
But just the thought of this only leaves the what if.
We are not here to discover the world,
We are here to discover ourselves.
For it is only here,
That the true treasure lies buried deep within.
The unknown, is already known.
But the giant must be faced.
It is once the first step has been taken,
He has already fallen.
You just don't know it yet.
We are our own worst enemies.
It is the death of us,
That becomes the victory of all.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Agenda's of the journey
Agenda's of the Journey
Dust dominates the horizon,
Seldom to the season have I withered under the morning star?
The bridge of hope stands firm today,
My chest fills with air!
The path cracks, gash, wounded over time,
If I was to have know the outcome,
I would prefer to journey the bottom of the sea,
Yet,
She inflames the currents,
Thrusting back waves on a raft,
Against the ocean, against the outcome, under the morning star,
She causes my face to invade with a smile
O' The Isle of St. Croix
Sunprincess sailed to the
tropical paradise-
virgin isle of St. Croix,
for relaxation and some joy
in Christiansted
then with her father
the king of dreams
who satisfies all her wishes,
to scuba dive with fishes
in Frederiksted
Oh the joys and love
of St. Croix isle
are a real pirate's treasure,
but the real lasting pleasure
are the fabulous people
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Isle Of Man
Nice place
Clean water
Fresh air
Blue skies
Like pirates
We tried it
We took what we deserved
Half million
Years later
Wed used up
Our reserves
Were crying
what happened?
We get what we deserve
We get what we deserve
We get instead the isle of man
The isle of man
Ive wandered
Through forests
With our garbage
Waist-high
Cant clean it
I mean it
We get what we deserve
Rainy mornings
Dry evenings
Its growing
On my nerves
Just gases
You fascists
You get what you deserve
You get what you deserve
You get instead the isle of man
The isle of man
Im writing
This letter
So no one
Will forget
Some future
Cave dweller
Will find these notes an isle of man
song performed by by Ministry
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Drowning
Everything is so complex
Everyday is like a test full of opsticals
That almost seem impossible
And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
How long have I been drinking?
Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.
People say I'm a star but I still think ill never make it.
And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I feel there's something missing
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
I've been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.
Looking at myself trying to get things right.
And I'm feeling just another breath not a minute left.
I feel the darkness lifting.
There was a time
That I questioned if Id ever be alright.
Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.
And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
I feel there's something missing.
I'm running from myself and all the things I don't like.
Living every night like it's the last night.
And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I need to stop resisting.
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
song performed by by Crazy Town
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Peace
The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west.
The golden water, basking in the light,
Pales to clear amber and to silver white.
The velvet shadow of a flame-crowned crest
Lies dark and darker on its shining breast,
Till lonely mere and isle and mountain-height
Grow dim as dreams in tender mist of night,
And all is tranquil as a babe at rest.
So still! So calm! Will our life's eve come thus?
No sound of strife, of labour or of pain,
No ring of woodman's axe, no dip of oar.
Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us?
And shall we wake to see sunrise again?
Or shall we sleep, to see and know no more?
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Isle Thing
Met this fine young thing
At the local circle k
We made a date for a half past eight
And I said, what the hey?
So I journeyed to her crib
And I let myself inside
That chick was slouched down on the couch
I think her brain was fried
Couldnt figure it out
She wouldnt even look at me
Then I saw her eyes, she was hypnotised
Cold glued to her tv
Hey, whats your problem baby doll
Lets have a little fling
She said, hey you fool, now just be cool
Im watchin that gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
Isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
Watchin all night
Musta, been a marathon
I was bummin, those shows kept comin
Heres what was goin on
These castaways were stranded
On this island out at sea
One of them called gilligan
So lets name him after m
Hed mess up every rescue
Man, that first mate was illin
If I was one of those castaways
I think Id probably kill im
Just about that time
Telephone began to ring
She said, just let it, my machinell get
Were watchin the gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
She loves that gilligans isle thing
Isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
Please, baby, baby, please
I like the professor
He always saves their butts
He could build a nuclear reactor
From a clouple of coconuts
She said, that guys a genius
I shook my head and laughed
I said, if hes so fly, they tell me why
He couldnt build a lousy raft
And while were on the subject
Ill tell you one thing for sure
Those homeboys brought an awful lot
For just a three hour tour
Then her mom came in the room
It was kind of embarrasing
She said, hey you two, I was once like you
And I loved that gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
Shed watch that gilligans isle thing
Please, baby, baby, please
Skippers in a hammock
Hes looking kinda fat
Hed throw a fit and then hed hit
Old gilligan with his hat
Mrs. hal had it goin on
But mr. hal was meaner
Ginger and mary anne couldve used
Some funky cold medina (? )
I was really diggin this show
I didnt know what to do
It kinda looked like I was hooked
Now Im an addict too
I know each episode by heart
Now Im the rerun king
And on every date we both stay up late
And we watch the gilligans isle thing
Isle thing
Hasta la vista, little buddy
Gilligans isle thing, isle thing, isle thing
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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