soul painting （ English and Japanese）
What is the color
of my soul?
is it white
blue, green
or black?
What if I'd never know
constantly changing
-a chameleon?
What colors
should I use
to paint my soul?
If not a rainbow
then.. I shall
never know? !
ソ ウ ル ペ イ ン テ ィ ン グ
私 の 魂 の 色 は
何 色 ？
そ れ は 白
青 、 緑
そ れ と も 黒 ？
私 が 知 ら な か っ た ら ど う だ ろ う
常 に 色 を 変 え る こ と を
カ メ レ オ ン ？
何 色 を
私 の 魂 を ペ イ ン ト す る の に
使 う べ き ？
も し 虹 で な い な ら
そ う な ら ・ ・ ・ 私 は け っ し て 知 る こ と は な い だ ろ う ？
poem by Elena Sandu
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The wall English and Japanese version
the Wall
Standing
In front of a wall.
Searching.
For my instinct.
One knock
I give.
For every
hint.
I try
to feel the wall
by touching it
with
my feet
my arms
my head
my heart..
All of the sudden
I feel
the greatest need
to hit
And kick? !
Inside of me
The wall is now!
Impossible
to tear it down.
But: Can I control
My Instinct! ?
Calling out to my mind
and heart-do it:
-Unite! ! - Unite! !
Here's a wall
to climb up
が ん ば れ ！ ！ Fight! !
........
And so,
I came
To win
another day
I climbed my wall
to the light for
one more day.
But night goes fast
Tomorrow
comes again
I wonder
what I'll get
Another
wall to climb
or..
a big hole..
ザ ・ ウ ォ ー ル
立 っ て い る
壁 の 前 に 。
捜 し て い る
私 の 本 能 を 。
ノ ッ ク を ひ と つ
私 は 与 え る 。
あ ら ゆ る ヒ ン ト の た め に 。
私 は 試 す
壁 を 感 じ る こ と を
私 の 足 で
私 の 腕 で
私 の 手 で
私 の 心 で
そ れ に 触 る こ と で …
突 然
私 は 感 じ る
最 大 の 必 要 性 を
打 つ こ と の
そ し て 蹴 る こ と の ？ ！
私 の 中 で
そ の 壁 が 今 ！
不 可 能 だ
そ れ を 取 り 壊 す こ と は 。
で も ： 私 は 自 分 の 本 能 を
制 御 す る こ と が 出 来 る の か ！ ？
私 の 理 性 と 心 に 叫 ん で い る
－ や れ 、 と ：
－ 一 体 に な る ん だ ！ ！ － 一 体 に な る ん だ ！ ！
こ こ に
登 る た め の 壁 が あ る
が ん ば れ ！ ！ フ ァ イ ト ！ ！
……
そ し て 、 そ
別 の 日
私 は 自 分 の 壁 に 登 り
さ ら な る も う 一 日 の た め の
光 に た ど り 着 い た 。
し か し 夜 は す ぐ に や っ て く る
明 日
再 び や っ て く る
私 は 不 思 議 に 思 う
何 が 私 に 別 の 壁 を 登 ら せ る の だ ろ う
そ れ と も …
大 き な 落 と し 穴 だ ろ う か …
A wonderful translation, by the kindness of my friend Miyuki Kuroda.
poem by Elena Sandu
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cherry tree (English and Japanese)
-Good morning sir!
To the man
who blocked her way
a little child said.
-Good morning
and good day
to you my girl!
May I ask some questions
dear?
-Dont know sir..Yes..Words..
I do not fear
-Are you alone?
-Maybe, don't know..
you may say so, sir
my parents gone
to clouds for so long..
-Where do you live?
-The forest is the place
I sleep..
-Aren't you scared to live alone?
Pardon me sir! I'm not living alone! ? !
That tree it is my sweetest company
And that other One, it feeds me
like a parent
no, I can not be lonely,
they also aren't..
Do you want something
or someone 'important'
to become?
one wish to tell me, do
so glad I'll be to make it happen,
promise you!
Oh sir, if that is really really true,
then please, please do!
Make me to be a cherry tree
and sir, forgive me please:
may you put me and my family
to land whose people care and
loves their most
for us, the cherry trees? !
That is to be Japan and Japanese,
you see? ..
桜 の 木
-お は よ う ご ざ い ま す お じ さ ん ！
彼 女 の 行 く 手 を ふ さ ぐ 男 性 に
小 さ な 子 ど も は 言 っ た
-お は よ う 、 い い 日 だ ね
お じ ょ う ち ゃ ん ！
君 に ち ょ っ と
聞 い て も い い か な ？
－ 分 か り ま せ ん ・ ・ は い ・ ･ 言 葉 は ・ ・
私 は 怖 が っ て ま せ ん
－ 君 は 一 人 ぼ っ ち ？
－ 多 分 、 分 か り ま せ ん ・ ・
お じ さ ん が そ う 言 う な ら そ う か も し れ ま せ ん
わ た し の 両 親 は と て も 長 い 間
雲 へ 行 っ て い る ・ ・
－ ど こ に 住 ん で い る の ？
－ 森 が 私 の 眠 る 場 所 ・ ・
－ 一 人 ぼ っ ち で 住 ん で い て 怖 く な い ？
-失 礼 で す が お じ さ ん 、 わ た し は 一 人 ぼ っ ち で は あ り ま せ ん 。
あ の 木 は 私 の 一 番 の 仲 良 し
そ し て あ の 他 の 木 は 、 私 を 養 っ て く れ て い る 。
両 親 の よ う に
い い え 、 私 は 孤 独 で は あ り ま せ ん 、
そ し て 木 々 た ち も ・ ・
君 は 何 か 欲 し い か い ？
そ れ と も 誰 か が ‘大 切 な 人 ‘に な っ
一 つ 願 い を 私 に 話 し て ご ら ん
喜 ん で そ れ を 叶 え よ う
約 束 す る よ ！
ま あ 、 お じ さ ん 、 も し 本 当 に 本 当 に そ う な ら
ど う か ど う か
私 を 桜 の 木 に し て く だ さ い
そ し て お じ さ ん 、 ど う か お 許 し を ：
私 と 家 族 を
人 々 が 私 た ち 桜 の 木 を よ く 世 話 し て く れ 、
最 も 愛 し て く れ る 土 地 に
置 い て く だ さ い ま す か ？ ！
そ れ は 日 本 と 日 本 人
お わ か り で し ょ う ？ ・ ・
poem by Elena Sandu
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Hard Working Man (English ~Japanese version)
Work work work work!
Work work work work!
Work to accumulate!
Work to achieve!
Can you dare to live?
Far Far Far Far
Far Far Far Far
Far from a wife
Far from the kids
What a nightmare dream!
Dream! Dream Dream Dream
Dream! Dream Dream Dream
Stop stop dreaming
Start start living
Drag self out of dream!
Speak speak speak speak
Speak speak speak speak!
Open your mouth, open your heart
Could it be that hard? !
ハ ー ド ウ ォ ー キ ン グ マ ン
仕 事 仕 事 仕 事 仕 事 ！
仕 事 仕 事 仕 事 仕 事 ！
貯 め る た め に 働 け ！
成 し 遂 げ る た め に 働 け ！
あ な た は そ う や っ て 生 き て い く の か ？
遠 く 遠 く 遠 く 遠 く
遠 く 遠 く 遠 く 遠 く
妻 か ら 遠 く
子 ど も た ち か ら も 遠 く
な ん て 悪 夢 ！
夢 ！ 夢 夢 夢
夢 ！ 夢 夢 夢
夢 見 る こ と を 止 め る の を 夢 み る
生 き 始 め る の を 夢 み る
自 ら を 夢 か ら 引 き ず り 出 せ ！
話 す 話 す 話 す 話 す
話 す 話 す 話 す 話 す ！
口 を 開 け て 、 心 を 開 い て
そ ん な に 難 し い こ と だ ろ う か ？ ！
Translation by the kindness of a friend, Miyuki Kuroda, lots of thanks!
poem by Elena Sandu
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Choose Your Color
I will paint the walls blue
Blue is calm, blue is power
Blue is the color of tranquility
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the ceiling green
Green is healthy, green is peace
Green makes time move faster
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the floor red
Red is fire, red is danger
Red is the symbol of passion
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the sky purple
Purple is sad, purple is gloomy
Purple is the color of romance
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the tree black
Black is fear, black is death
Black is the symbol of grief
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the street yellow
Yellow is happy, yellow is fresh
Yellow is the color of sunshine
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint the fence orange
orange is wisdom, orange is wealth
Orange is the color of success
Do you see my colors yet?
I will paint everything white
White is good, white is pure
White is the color of faith
Have you seen my colors yet?
(August 16th,2006)
poem by Christopher G. Turner
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Colores Secundarios: Verde
cucumbers, the grinch, frogs,
leprechauns, limes, peas, the insides
of a kiwi, jade, charlize theron’s
yeux magnifiques, the almighty $,
cacti, disgusting barley-based smoothies,
pythons, trees that are forever this color,
calyptomena viridis, 'の お 茶 , green
bell peppers, the jolly green giant,
kermit, the hulk, gumbie, aliens (when
depicted as such) , essie sew psyched
nail polish, oscar the grouch, green
envy manic panic, jerome russell’s
1402, heath’s locks as the joker, the
green m&m, charlie d. as green man,
granny smith apples, cabbage, los
ojos color avellana encantador de rihanna,
asperagus, mt. dew, absynthe, grass.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Du Mu: Ode to E Fang Palace
Ode to E Fang Palace
By Du Mu
Translated by Laijon Liu 20100701
Six kings were dethroned, four seas were united.
The mountain of Shu was chopped off,
and then E Fang Palace was built.
It covered three hundred li, isolated the sky and the sun.
From Li Mountain of north they constructed
toward west till they reached capital Xian Yang.
Two broad rivers slowly flowing into the wall of palace.
Five step a chamber, ten pace a pavilion;
The corridors like snakes creeping and circling,
eaves and brim like bird bills highly raised;
every carved stone held its unique pose,
hooking each other’s heart or charging with their horns.
Convolving and encircling, like hives and whorls,
And highly the houses stood many thousands.
Long bridges flying above the waves and ripples;
Oh, the clouds did not gather, how come the dragons appeared?
The overbridges hanging in midair;
The sky was still dim, but why the rainbows shining?
Among the high and low structures,
One would be lost and couldn’t point out west or north.
Singing platforms, warm melodies,
Spring scenery, all in harmony;
Dancing halls, breeze of sleeves,
Winds and rains, sadness and misery.
On the same day, in this palace,
The weather were all different.
Concubines, mistress, bedmaids, and sex slaves,
Princes and sons, and grand children of kings,
They all farewell their country and house
And drove here to serve the Emperor Qin.
They chanted their morning songs,
Plucked their musical strings at night,
Hailed the emperor all the days
To fulfill their duty in this palace.
Bright stars were glimmering,
Those were their makeup mirrors;
Dark clouds swinging and floating,
They washing their hair at morn.
The river Wei flowing like oil,
Their face cream dumped into it;
The smoke rose into the sky,
Their incense burning hour.
Suddenly thunders stroke,
The emperor’s chariot past.
The echoing sound remained,
Yet one knew not where it was.
Every inch skin, every fair face,
Perfect condition, gorgeously beautiful,
They kindly leaned and stood long time,
to the distant place they had looked,
hoping for the favor of the emperor.
Some had never seen him for thirty six years.
The collection of State Yan and Zhao,
The work of state Han and Wei,
The talents of state Qi and Chu,
So many years and so many generations,
All were plundered and carried away,
Piled up here like countless hills.
Once they could not possess their treasure,
Then all delivered here.
Caldrons and bells, jade and stones,
Gold bricks and pearl gravels,
Were cast off on the floor,
Even the citizen of Qin saw the scene
felt that was appropriate.
Ah, one man’s feeling, connected to all men’s heart.
The Qin Emperor lusted for luxury and extravagance,
And common people loved and cared their houses.
Even he could extort people to nothing,
But why he wastefully treated them like dust? !
The pillars stood in the palace
Were more than the farmers in field;
Rafters and girders were many,
More than sewing maids by the machine;
Screws and nails too much,
More than millet and grain in storehouse;
Massive covering roof tiles
More than people’s coat;
Handrails vertical and horizontal,
More than the city walls;
Noisy instrument music
Flooded the people’s voice;
And all people in the world
Dared not to complain, but dared to rise up mad!
Arbitrary dictatorship filled his heart,
Day by day he became proud.
So people cried out, warriors broke in,
A torch was lit up, the palace burnt and ravaged!
Welladay! Who conquered six states?
Not Qin Emperor, but themselves.
who destroyed Qin empire?
Qin emperor himself, not people.
If all six states loved and trusted each other,
Then together they could resist Qin army;
If Qin loved all its conquering states,
Then the empire would last its reign,
Who would want to overthrow it?
The Qin rulers did not have a chance
to pity and recollect themselves,
Only the later generations shall do,
Yet if we only sigh but do not reflect,
Then our children will shed tears for us.
Chinese:
阿 房 宫 赋
杜 牧
六 王 毕 ， 四 海 一 。 蜀 山 兀 ， 阿 房 出 。 覆 压 三 百 余 里 ， 隔 离 天 日 。 骊 （ Lí） 山 北 构 而 西 折 ， 直 走 咸 阳 。 二 川 溶 溶 ， 流 入 宫 墙 。 五 步 一 楼 ， 十 步 一 阁 ； 廊 腰 缦 回 ， 檐 牙 高 啄 ； 各 抱 地 势 ， 钩 心 斗 角 。 盘 盘 焉 ， 囷 囷 （ qū n） 焉 ， 蜂 房 水 涡 ， 矗 （ chù） 不 知 其 几 千 万 落 。 长 桥 卧 波 ， 未 云 何 龙 ？ 复 道 行 空 ， 不 霁 （ jì） 何 虹 ？ 高 低 冥 迷 ， 不 知 西 东 。 歌 台 暖 响 ， 春 光 融 融 ； 舞 殿 冷 袖 ， 风 雨 凄 凄 。 一 日 之 内 ， 一 宫 之 间 ， 而 气 候 不 齐 。
妃 嫔 [pín]媵 （ yìng） 嫱 ， 王 子 皇 孙 ， 辞 楼 下 殿 ， 辇 （ niǎ n） 来 于 秦 。 朝 歌 夜 弦 （ xián） ， 为 秦 宫 人 。 明 星 荧 荧 ， 开 妆 镜 也 ； 绿 云 扰 扰 ， 梳 晓 鬟 （ huán） 也 ； 渭 流 涨 腻 ， 弃 脂 水 也 ； 烟 斜 雾 横 ， 焚 椒 兰 也 。 雷 霆 乍 惊 ， 宫 车 过 也 ； 辘 辘 （ lù） 远 听 ， 杳 （ yǎ o） 不 知 其 所 之 也 。 一 肌 一 容 ， 尽 态 极 妍 ， 缦 立 远 视 ， 而 望 幸 焉 。 有 不 见 者 ， 三 十 六 年 。 燕 赵 之 收 藏 ， 韩 魏 之 经 营 ， 齐 楚 之 精 英 ， 几 世 几 年 ， 剽 （ piā o） 掠 其 人 ， 倚 叠 如 山 。 一 旦 不 能 有 ， 输 来 其 间 。 鼎 铛 （ chē ng） 玉 石 ， 金 块 珠 砾 ， 弃 掷 逦 （ lǐ ） 迤 （ yǐ ） ， 秦 人 视 之 ， 亦 不 甚 惜 。
嗟 乎 ！ 一 人 之 心 ， 千 万 人 之 心 也 。 秦 爱 纷 奢 ， 人 亦 念 其 家 。 奈 何 取 之 尽 锱 （ zī ） 铢 （ zhū ） ， 用 之 如 泥 沙 ？ 使 负 栋 之 柱 ， 多 于 南 亩 之 农 夫 ； 架 梁 之 椽 （ chuán） ， 多 于 机 上 之 工 女 ； 钉 头 磷 磷 ， 多 于 在 庾 （ yǔ ） 之 粟 (sù) 粒 ； 瓦 缝 参 差 （ cē n cī ） ， 多 于 周 身 之 帛 缕 ； 直 栏 横 槛 （ jiàn） ， 多 于 九 土 之 城 郭 ； 管 弦 呕 哑 （ ō uyā ） ， 多 于 市 人 之 言 语 。 使 天 下 之 人 ， 不 敢 言 而 敢 怒 。 独 夫 之 心 ， 日 益 骄 固 。 戍 （ shù） 卒 叫 ， 函 谷 举 ， 楚 人 一 炬 ， 可 怜 焦 土 ！
呜 呼 ！ 灭 六 国 者 六 国 也 ， 非 秦 也 ； 族 秦 者 秦 也 ， 非 天 下 也 。 嗟 夫 ！ 使 六 国 各 爱 其 人 ， 则 足 以 拒 秦 ； 使 秦 复 爱 六 国 之 人 ， 则 递 三 世 可 至 万 世 而 为 君 ， 谁 得 而 族 灭 也 ？ 秦 人 不 暇 自 哀 ， 而 后 人 哀 之 ； 后 人 哀 之 而 不 鉴 之 ， 亦 使 后 人 而 复 哀 后 人 也 。
poem by Laijon Liu
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What is the color of love?
What is the color of love?
I'll paint it with RED.
Do you ask me why? Because.....
Red roses are the symbol of love,
Red sunrises are the symbol of life.
What is the color of love?
I think I'll paint it with ORANGE.
I'll give it to you by the segments.
It looks so naive but....
You have to believe.
What is the color of love?
And now I'll paint it with YELLOW.
It's the sunshine of the bright day.
It's the color of flowers in spring.
What is the color of love?
I'll better paint it with GREEN.
'Green grass of home...',
Green leaves, green piece...
What is the color of love?
I think I'll paint it with BLUE.
It's the color of the sky,
It's the color of freedom,
It's the color of seas and oceans
It's the color of the devotions.
What is the color of love?
It is sometimes dark blue
When the ocean is angry
When someone's love is not true.
What is the color of love?
May be it is VIOLETTE?
Don't try to guess
As I'd like here to confess:
It's a RAINBOW!
Larisa R(Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Black+White=My Life
Black-
The color of my soul
White-
The color of my spirit
Together Black and White combined
It all equals my life
The 2 only colors
That are not really colors at all
The story of my life
I am alone
I die slowly and painfully
Not a care in the world
Where I would end up
If only I would survive...
Black-
The color of my Heart
White-
The color of my Hopes and Dreams
Together again Black and White reunite as one
As you can tell
The 2 only colors of my life are Black and White
As if you care
You rather see me suffer in vain
You keep heaeing me say I am alone
Well now you know its true
poem by Makayla Straight
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Colors
There was a black man
There was a blue man
They hated each other
For the color of the skin
They both believed the other
To be the offspring of some great sin...
One dark day
They got into a helluva fight
Each believing to be in the right
They beat upon each other
Through and through
They beat each other black and blue,
Until finally
They both did come to see
How much alike
They'd come to be.
Now there is a black man
There is a blue man
Together they stand
Once divided by the color of the skin
Never more shall they
Be blinded that way again...
Black or white
Yellow or red
The color of the skin
Is truly all inside the head,
And the colors in the head
Come out in the words
That are said,
And the words
That are said
Can leave the heart so alive,
Or, utterly dead.
It's a choice to make:
Either for the image of the soul
Or, for the color of the skins sake;
The darkness of night
Or, the beauty from
The colors of the
Light.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Life I Live
It has been said that blue is the color of the sky although others may say
Blue is an emotion when someone is close to tears-
Sad, melancholy and disheartened-
I look upwards toward the sky on a sunny day when
I don’t feel sad and blue.
Green is the color of the leaves upon the trees, although
I have heard others say they are jealous- green or envious-
I enjoy the trees, especially in the summertime,
Blown about in a gentle and cooling breeze-
The same leaves turn yellow, gold and orange in the autumn and
Fire blazes a bright red in color-
It is the fire of my spirit that burns
When anger plagues my troubled mind-
Rain falls and puts out the fires but
The rage inside of me is a shade of red that will not be tamed.
I look upward towards the sky on a sunny day,
As the leaves upon the trees rustle in the wind-
I pray for the rain to fall to quench the fury that burns my soul-
I don’t feel melancholy blue or jealous-green-
I have days when I enjoy the colors of the autumn foliage-
But the color red of rage defines the life I live.
Today I glance upward toward the blue sky and the leaves upon the trees-
Today I feel sad and blue and close to tears because
Of the pain that the fire inside of me that is always burning-
If the sun and the trees could laugh and send me good vibrations perhaps
They would cheer me and I could capture the colors blue, green, orange and yellow-
And perhaps even red as being bold and beautiful-
And with these colors I could paint a rainbow upon my horizon and
There would be no reason for anger to smolder my heart again-
I could laugh with the sun at the splendor of the rainbow against the sky of cobalt blue- And glad to say that raging fire of resentment
Is behind me now and I never feel sad and blue because
I have repainted my world with colors of joy, happiness and eagerness
To live my new life beneath that rainbow of contentment.-
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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In Our Black And White World...
in our black and
white world
play me a song
of the rainbow
strum me your
guitar
and let me live
on multicolored
notes
i too shall sing
the colors of
my own world
and you may listen
both of us
shall paint
this black and white world
with the shades
of our hopes
pastel blue
light green
bright red
shining gold.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paint
Don't paint me red,
Red is for bold women that use cheap scent
Don't paint me blue
Blue is for sadness and regret
Don't paint me green
Green is for envy and not to be seen
Don't paint me black
black is for the night and I love the light
Don't paint me white
White is for virgins and me, I love a flirtin'
Don't paint me orange
Orange is vile and I have some style
Don't paint me brown or grey or cream
these colours are boring and really not me.
Paint me in silver, platinum or gold
so I remain precious as I grow old.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Colors Of The Rainbow
Rainbow colors make
me feel so happy
It reminds me of good
things that happened
in the past
The colors of the rainbow
are colors that are
marvelous
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green
Blue, Indigo and Violet
Are the beautiful colors
of the rainbow
These colors are the
good nice colors
The rainbow colors
come into the sky
after it rains
The colors are something
that when I see I
Remember the
Promise that God
did
poem by Noralis Almonte
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We Dream In Color
Dream sequence
(wake up, wake up, wake up, time to dream)
(wake up, time to dream)
We dream, we dream, we dream in color
Wake me up in the middle of the night, tell me what youve seen
Ivory clouds in a sea of blue, fields of endless green
But we lie here and we search for stars
Or big bad letters all the way from mars
The sky is black and the moon is pale, and we cry for this world of ours
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
Chorus:
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
Oh yes we dream
I wake up in the middle of the day, locked within this cell
The sun is weak on the gun gray street, a cold and concrete hell
So I close my eyes and remember the days
Of a blood red sky and a purple haze
The flag was yours and the flag was mine, but we let it fade away
In the dark we still believe (oh you know that we still believe)
In the dark we see
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, but still the dream is not enough
We dream in color
(guitar solo)
This is where it all comes down, this is where the truth is found
Someones gotta keep this dream alive
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - like a rainbow in the night
We dream of peace, we dream of love, we dream of life!
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream, yes we dream
We dream in color - but we live in black and white
We dream in color - and hold on to each other
We dream in color - lover to lover, sister to brother, we hold on
We dream in color
We dream in color - we dream
We dream in color - we dream...
song performed by by Starship
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rainbow......o...rainbow
Rainbow
o rainbow,
so distant.
come down from the horizon
sometimes
within the reach of my dreams.
Holding your arch in my palette
would like to paint
my life's whirlwinds
green.
Rainbow
o rainbow,
so distant.
come down from the horizon
sometimes
within the reach of my dreams.
Mirages of my desert
lie colorless
which pastels wont color,
nor does oils or acrylics.
Rainbow
o Rainbow
lent me some color
or paint them
bright and colorful
with your sheen.
Rainbow
o rainbow,
dont be so angry
dont be so cruel
dont lend me your colours
if you dont want
your just being in the horizon
colours crimson
my life, my soul, my dreams.
rainbow
o rainbow
so distant
come down from the horizon
sometimes
within the reach of my dreams.
-anjali
poem by Anjali Kakati
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White And Black
He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever showed him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.
The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life was a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Black And White
He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever shown him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.
The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life became a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Picture Of Colors
A picture of colors
A purple forest of colors
A balloon of colors
A blue fantasy of colors
This is what our planet should be
A whirlwind of colors
A white world of colors
A resting place of colors
A red hideaway of colors
This is what it should look like
A ‘yes' world of colors
A yellow rainbow of colors
A graced hill of colors
A green meadow of colors
An overflowing basket of colors
An orange bowl of colors
This would be a perfect place
Play with Rainbow
Play with Rainbow, wear the Rainbow
Ride the Rainbow high and low
Spread the color of Rainbow wherever you go
Paint with Rainbow, create a magnificent show
Share Rainbow with neighbor, family and friend
Give the needy a helping hand, reach out and extend
Dance with Rainbow, sing with Rainbow
Let the Rainbow shine through
Rainbow comes from Sun Shine and rain seven colors true
It paints the sky with seven colors and dazzling hue
It bridges the Earth and the beyond for a short moment
Arched, end to end, never changes, same as past and present
I wonder if there is Rainbow in the other world
Where we go when we pass on
Is there day, night or dawn
What is a Rainbow, how it is born
poem by Syed Karim
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Color Blind
Everyday seemed to be rainy,
I just woke up to see the gray clouds on my window,
the birds didn't illuminate my mornings with their beautiful melody anymore,
I couldn't see more colors than black gray and white.
One day I woke up after having a colorful dream,
I could see more than gray,
I realized I was a color blind before,
because I noticed that after that rain and clouds,
there has always been a rainbow for me,
so I was color blind not to notice that colorful rainbow before,
but, they say that you can't see a rainbow without rain
My rain was just a wall not to see that beautiful rainbow,
now it has dissappeared,
I'm not a color blind anymore,
Now standing in front of my window,
I can see a bautiful bird red and blue looking for flowers,
Flowers violet and pink standing on the ground,
the beautiful green of trees and plants,
and the splendid blue of my new sky,
one of them I can't name it,
is so unique so special,
I think I'll call it...
Love....
poem by Ana Lia Zaldivar
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