Alchemy of a Foolish Heart
Trekkers and prospectors
In the quest for that elusive place
Of the unbolted heart, El-dorado
Where all matter shimmers in the shadow of Midas
To soar in heart to where Seraphim roam
Where mountains cease to exist to gaze's capture
To the cardinal belief that man, in his labor and toil
Can be tapped for his residual traces of humanity
To sap maple syrup from stubborn boughs of apathy
To bestow sweetness to lips left bitter
By sodden mists of warped endeavor, devilish and seductive
To bestow on the dented heart, a leprechaun's bounty
To prospect gold in the direness of mines, pits of worldliness
Blinded by greed, deafened by indifference, muted by misdeed
To be untarnished of an infective sophistication
To prosper in the alchemy of a foolish heart
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Maple Syrup
The seepage of syrup, from boughs of Maple trees
Sweet treacle sapped, from beneath the arctic snow cover
Reservoirs of a timeless sweetness
Perpetuating to taste buds of cynical humans
Yet, beneath the cynicism and gloom
Of lips rendered bitter by the atrocities of human deed
Beneath this snow-cover of misdeed draping the bed of civilization
There is a soulful man searching for redemption
Atonement for the wayward soul
For the prodigious has metamorphosed to the prodigal
To embrace the mortality of falling, man's eternal waltz with sin
Yet, a copious wealth of sweetness exist
Deep in the erect boughs of man, the heart oozing with syrup
To be tapped like maple exude, to be tasted for deliverance
The soul, a time keeper for absolution
To embrace the emancipation of charitable deed
To soar to the heavens with the wings of your conscience
To levitate in the lightness of an atoned heart
To reap the sweetness of human endeavor
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Love & Maple Syrup
Love and maple syrup goes together
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet
When lonely lovers come to rest
Beneath the trees they do their best
But still they cant be free
Looking for the world to be
Anything but what they see
Longing to be understood
By the heart that shapes the wood
If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves
And see the sky thats almost wild
You must learn to understand
What makes the forest greet the man
Like a mothers only child
In the north when when winters claw
Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control
People come and stand in line
To rob the forest of her wine
But they dont feel the cold
Looking for the world to be
Anything but what they see
Longing to be understood
By the heart that shapes the wood
Love and maple syrup goes together
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet
When lonely lovers come to rest
Beneath the trees they do their best
But still they cant be free
Love and maple syrup shine like
Embers warm, like thoughts divine
They tell us it is spring
Love and maple syrup stir
The thoughts of people into words
Of songs that they can sing
Looking for the world to be
Anything but what they see
Longing to be understood
By the heart that shapes the wood
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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The Heart Of The Matter
Real love is the only thing I know
Teh changes of everything at touches
It gets you and its gentle clutches
But thats not really the heart of the matter
Everbody, every now and then
Well say that they can use
Some side of two
Even though youre setting
Kind of roam
Thats not really the heart of the matter
I think Im really the heart of the matter
Isnt it natural going away to think Ill be alone
I think of you
Your love for me is gone
I think thats really the heart of the matter after all
Darling, I know every now and then
Some nights I lay really easy on my mind
You might hold your billow in my cry
Thats not the heart of the matter
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Oh, Heart
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you beat?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you weap?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you hide?
Oh heart, oh heart, what lies inside?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you cry?
Oh heart, oh heart, why do you despise?
Oh heart, oh heart, why are you weak?
Oh heart, oh heart, why can't you speak?
Oh heart, oh heart, why must you burn?
Oh heart, oh heart, why can't you learn?
Oh heart, oh heart, what went wrong?
Oh, heart, oh heart, can't you be strong?
Oh heart, oh heart, why are you blue?
Oh heart, oh heart, where are you?
poem by Whitney Albright
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Deniehy’s Lament
SPIRIT of Loveliness! Heart of my heart!
Flying so far from me, Heart of my heart!
Above the eastern hill, I know the red leaves thrill,
But thou art distant still, Heart of my heart!
Sinning, I’ve searched for thee, Heart of my heart!
Sinning, I’ve dreamed of thee, Heart of my heart!
I know no end nor gain; amongst the paths of pain
I follow thee in vain, Heart of my heart!
Much have I lost for thee, Heart of my heart!
Not counting the cost for thee, Heart of my heart!
Through all this year of years thy form as mist appears,
So blind am I with tears, Heart of my heart!
Mighty and mournful now, Heart of my heart!
Cometh the Shadow-Face, Heart of my heart!
The friends I’ve left for thee, their sad eyes trouble me—
I cannot bear to be, Heart of my heart!
poem by Henry Kendall
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The Heart of the Matter Is the Heart (Poverty)
My three bed two bath mansion, Cal's old cardboard box
The heart of the matter is the heart
My steak and lobster bisque, Cal's lunch meat sandwich stuff
The heart of the matter is the heart
My wool suits and shiny ties, Cal's best thrift store threads
The heart of the matter is the heart
My nice convertible coupe, Cal's broken and rusted bike
The heart of the matter is the heart
So many with so little, So many with so much
The heart of the matter is MY heart
poem by A.P. Hancock
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Another Place
another place, another time, another dream left behind
another mountain i must climb.
i'll move the earth to make you mine.
i'll take the stars from the sky
and place them before your very eyes.
i'll part the waters if i must
just so i can gain your trust.
all these things i will do for you
if to my heart you'll be true
how easily you captured my heart
took it-then tore it apart.
so i stand with heart in hand
just so that you'll understand
that my heart is given to you
it's a heart that will always be true.
you tore up my heart because you
was afraid to see.
how easy it was for you to capture me.
now that you know my love is true
and my heart belongs to only you
i want you to release those feelings that
you have locked up inside
and take the vow to be by my side.
from now until the day we die.
poem by Louis Rams
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Someone Took My Love
She cannot be mine 'cos I have no money
Her heart belongs to another
Her heart, I can never have
My heart bleeds every time I see them together
She would go alone if I were the only that be
Whisperers by her looks
She do not care, not anymore
Should I fall to the jaws of the lions
I do not even exist to her
No more does she care and no more does she worry
She would've been mine if not for your libel
And now must we end this in sand and blood
A vendetta never to cease
Till one is left standing and without strength
A duel among friends
Would die than to see her lips kissed
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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You exist now only in my heart
You exist now only in my heart...
You exist now only in my heart,
An ode to my internal defeat
A fading memory from an eternal realm,
A time gone by and incomplete.
You exist now only in my heart,
A message which truly proclaims
Your very essence and nature changed,
speaking softly your innumerable true names.
You exist now only in my heart,
As the wind carries my thoughts of you
Toward the angels standing in the clouds,
Innocently fairing me to bid you adieu.
You exist now only in my heart,
In the nature of who you've been,
But now, you are more than I'll ever know,
as I walk along this grassy knoll, ever so green.
You exist now only in my heart...
poem by Chad Fisher
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Heart Attack (a Sestina)
What angelic chorals sing?
These messengers of heaven
Whose words are none of earth
Rising like mists amid the mountains
Rolling down to pastoral valleys
Stirring my fragile heart
My sullen, throbbing heart
Mumbling, for it can't quite sing
Its beat more full of valleys
Than peaks toward heaven
I miss those tracings in the shape of mountains
Which anchor me to this earth
Sweet, sweet earth
How you fill my heart!
Your noble, snowy mountains
Rising proudly to sing
At the feet of heaven
I long to see your valleys
To lay again in flowered valleys
Smelling the rich, black earth
Of my own personal heaven
Heal you traitorous heart!
I long to shout, to sing
Echoing from the mountains
Where are my mountains?
My rolling valleys?
The monitor, its dirge to sing
Strengthening my tether to earth
Even as my woefully tired heart
Slips to heaven
To forestall heaven
I labor to move mountains
As a constellation of disks record my heart
Etching flat valleys
Confirming i am still of this earth
With only a beep to mournfully sing
Each lull-to heaven, then up from the valleys
Drawn back to mountains and earth
As I wait for my heart to once again sing
poem by John Christensen
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Here In My Heart
(gayla borders/susan ashton)
Wondering, waiting
Restless for a sign
I thought you walked so slow
In my haste I left you behind
Caught in the pace of this madness
Searching for shelter I find
That here in my heart theres a refuge waiting
Here in my heart you just wont let me go
I could run away run away
But you stay here in my heart
Meaning, purpose
Got lost in pursuit of my dreams
Ive been longing, aching
In quest for a love thats supreme
I couldnt see you were reaching
But I shouldve known all along
That here in my heart theres a refuge waiting
Here in my heart you just wont let me go
I could run away run away
But you stay here in my heart
Theres a refuge waiting
Here in my heart you just wont let me go
I could run away run away
But you stay here in my heart
I couldnt see you were reaching
But I shouldve known all along
That here in my heart theres a refuge waiting
Here in my heart you just wont let me go
I could run away run away
But you stay here in my heart
Theres a refuge waiting
Here in my heart you just wont let me go
I could run away run away
I could run away run away
I could run away run away
But you stay here in my heart
(here in my heart) here in my heart
(here in my heart) here in my heart
(here in my heart) here in my heart
(here in my heart) here in my heart
(here in my heart)
(here in my heart)
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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My Heart
My heart is broken,
It's all because of you.
My heart really needs you,
But you are not here.
My heart is full of pain,
You don't care even.
My heart knew you very well,
To let you know how I really feel.
My heart is now an empty space,
It needs you to fill that place.
My heart never told me,
Our world is ending shortly.
My heart now misses all the fun,
Which we together have done.
My heart has left with you,
To make realise how much I love you...
poem by Kumarjeet Basu
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In my best friend's memory
Imagine, you alone know I exist
And I'm not sure you care enough
To pause and to imagine even this
My life-line, bonded in fragility
Together with the palpitating heart
Of worlds in which the living still persist
My dedicated number, postal box
E-mail address and names that keep
My last connections to the hosts remote
With no back-up, residual site
Except hard copy paper notes
You stuffed into the pocket of a winter coat
Imagine, I am known only by you
In this world, real and virtual alike
And I am weighed within your hands if not
Condemned already to your attic drawer
The tissues of a heart you left behind
A tiny scene in stories you forgot
However you erase or try to crush
The memories I scattered in this world
I will persist in calling you to find
These stubborn thoughts of me that will not die
That make my claim and furnish proof that I
Exist, or once existed in your mind.
poem by Frank Bana
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As The Sun Begins To Set
Beyond the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set,
my heart aches to return home,
but my destiny is to endlessly roam.
I left home to seek
my fortune and fame,
but fortune lead me
into the devils game.
I became a gambler,
a player with chance
with a crooked deck to hide
to have the odds in my favour
so I could never lose.
For every gambler
lady luck sometimes deserts
and my reward for her abandonment
is an eight by ten cell.
The chain gang is a bitter life;
the calluses on my hands are many.
The days that I am here
stretch all through the night.
So when I see the scarlet mountains
as the sun begins to set
my heart aches for a place
I will never see again.
26 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
the good sense to look beyond the sky
did he lift a withheld heart to weep?
Pasque flower like in a rocky deep.
Or did he dwell with a heart of empathy
innate with a life so rich without apathy.
Or did he with earthly colors fling...
His heart into a bleaker ebony thing!
When sweetness anointed a brow lit eye
the good sense to look beyond the sky
Was it then that he went indivisible bye?
And if so, O, my lord god, why don't I…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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You Didn't Rip My Heart Out
I think about how
I love.
The first time
I hung onto him
So hard with my heart,
That when he left
My heart was torn loose.
Though I am reminded
Of a still hanging
Heart,
i seek someone to heal it.
Now, after twice more,
My heart hangs again.
It never did quite heal.
Everyone who tried
To heal it hurt me
More.
As for those I
Loved,
They did not
Mend my heart
Back in place.
They used their
Words to
Blind me of the
Stake
They used to Impale my heart
Back in
Place,
And when they
Left
.....
They ripped it out
And left my
Still beating,
Still bleeding
Heart
Hanging, Draining
Of the Crimson
Love
I so longed to share
With them.
Will you heal my
Wounded and dying heart
or
Will you be just another
Scar my
Heart
Will bear?
poem by Sans Serif
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Christmas comes not in a Star
the night fall of shadow and the morning ray comes
in an evening daylight of the night fall, my dear one;
come and settle down in your knees, for every moment
to call wouldn’t touch again at your face
the twilight whisper your day, wishing each path to
step in a reality of moves, on the threshold of crossroad
success, where your heart stumbles to fall; and always
follow the star that the heart listen, close not your eyes
for the wishing star welcome that moment to full
the spirituality of stewardship leads nothing but to share
the bounty of gift amidst the catacomb of greed of
satisfaction, even the star promise not the heart to give;
for the lonely road push every heart desire to the sanctity
of your wonderful tomorrow
the future waits less than a scourging of a thorn and a
muddy of awakening high beauty, as it capture the
magnificent light of wonderful entity of gladness, for the
star shines not the light every night, nor do glows
shadow of the mystical light, but it capture the darkest
edge, where everybody is blind to hold
now, as the heart ceases, every delight of star; today
command and say, to open your splendid hands in every
ways, and the flickering Christmas, wouldn’t see in your
chaotic loom of the night and trumpet shout that the
waiting is over for the sky will bright, yell! the yuletide
season welcome your open eyes
let’s believe that the heart makes it open, each star to the
season of every Christmas of the night in our lives …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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For the heart, from the heart
For the heart, from the heart
The treasure heart you keep inside
That keeps my dreams away from harm
Touches my life in every way
And seeds of love revives my heart
The fire that burns inside my mind
Incinerates the deadly fears
Your sound and voice depletes my sins
Your warm melody feeds no stop
For the heart, from the heart
Every heart that beats a day
The shadow path removed to be
And hear my tongue that says no lie
Say my prayers as lullabies
For the heart, from the heart
I fell and kept my knees on ground
You came into my life and lived
And helped me rise from burden's toes
Kissed my lips in eternity
For the heart, from the heart
poem by Kestrel Quiambao
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My Gold
My heart bleeds twice a day,
My heart is stopping for my love.
This day the learning has arrived
That I have loved all the life,
And everything is just delight.
Mines of gold are found under this house,
The mansion speaking of eternal pleasure.
My heart stopped due to poor weather,
My bleeding heart is accused of too many riches.
I have desisted since the dawn, and have been obliterated.
poem by Naveed Akram
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