Almost
the beginning of light
wrapped in the warm wet darkness,
before time, or the concept
of being...
in each word we almost speak,
in each thought we almost form,
in each feeling we almost allow...
do you know me?
i danced the day you were born,
pulling stillness out of the falling rain.
my name is written in the
deepest cavern of your soul...
i sweep the steps of your temple
while you pray and offer sacrifices
from my body to yours!
from your body to the children!
in each word we almost speak,
in each thought we almost form,
in each feeling we almost allow...
now time waits for the fire
beneath the window...
waiting to devour and remove
the last vestige of having been...
and the liquor of our loving shimmers
in the beginning of light...
in the radiance of the fallen.
in each word we almost speak,
in every thought we almost form.
in every feeling we almost allow.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Speak The Word
Unsettled hearts
Promise what they cant deliver
Bring me the wine
And the cold night air to clear my head
Gray matter memory house
Master of this trembling flesh
Steady still my doubts
Let me speak the word that precedes bliss
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
These weakened knees
Have not touched ground or pew in ages
I havent bowed my head
I offer thanks to any God or to ask for favors
But watch me now
Im falling down
Praying
To speak the word that precedes bliss
To speak the word
To speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Love love love love love love love love
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
Let me speak the word
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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In the Beginning
In the beginning was the Word…
what’s a beginning, then?
a beginning, perhaps, not in time;
a beginning, perhaps, with time itself;
in our time, the recognition’s all;
beginning known within our being;
being that is beyond beginning;
and so, always being; always beginning..
so, in the beginning – is - the Word..
the Word, a sound? yet heard before the ear;
a speaking and a listening,
waiting to be heard…
the Word, finding for itself a time;
finding for itself a place;
a wakening; a becoming;
for this, we know:
a beginning; a becoming;
the word becomes, as things become;
every word is a becoming;
that, the yogis hear;
that, poets listen for;
that spurs all philosophers;
every becoming is the Word;
every word is a becoming.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Speak
Theyve given me a mission
I dont really know the game yet
Im bent on submission
Religion is to blame
Im the new messiah
Death angel with a gun
Dangerous in my silence
Deadly to my cause
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Ive given my life to become what I am
To preach the new beginning
To make you understand
To reach some point of order
Utopia in mind, youve got to learn
To sacrifice, to leave whats now behind
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Seven years of power
The corporation claw
The rich control the government, the media the law
To make some kind of difference
Then everyone must know
Eradicate the fascists, revolution will grow
The system we learn says were equal under law
But the streets are reality, the weak and poor will fall
Lets tip the power balance and tear down their crown
Educate the masses, well burn the white house down
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak!!!
song performed by by Queensryche
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Silentium
Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal
the way you dream, the things you feel.
Deep in your spirit let them rise
akin to stars in crystal skies
that set before the night is blurred:
delight in them and speak no word.
How can a heart expression find?
How should another know your mind?
Will he discern what quickens you?
A thought once uttered is untrue.
Dimmed is the fountainhead when stirred:
drink at the source and speak no word.
Live in your inner self alone
within your soul a world has grown,
the magic of veiled thoughts that might
be blinded by the outer light,
drowned in the noise of day, unheard...
take in their song and speak no word.
poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Open Speech
Good friend of mine, you feel with me—
Your blood grows hot by sympathy
With something that I say or do;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Let not the silence wrap you round
While you are living over-ground.
They say that earthly years are few;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Perhaps I pass you in the street,
And when our eyes a moment meet,
I wonder are you wishing too;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Are you, too, longing for a sign,
Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine?
What other am I writing to?
Then speak—I want a word from you.
Some way our thoughts together run,
Since both lift brow toward the sun
Beneath the self-same vault of blue;
Then speak—I want a word from you.
poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Beginning To See The Light
(reed)
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again
Playing the fool again.
Here we go again
Acting hard again.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Im beginning to see the light.
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Hey Im beginning to see the light.
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
Im beginning to see the light.
Here comes two of you,
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue.
Dont look just what to do.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well Im beginning to see the light.
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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And since I am but a word for you
You said it
You love me
As a word and nothing more
But just a word
Without a stand
Just a word
Unable to make
Your love come true
In the form of
Body and sweat
In the shape of a kiss
in the substance
of a hug
or an embrace
I admit it
I am just a word
And I am deleting
This word
Myself
You follow
the time is 11: 52 in the evening
and you are not sleeping
like me
us is also a word.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Joining Of Hands
we speak the word 'love' too easily...
love should speak itself!
in tiny doings of the heart,
and small kindnesses shared.
we touch without thought,
and think without feeling...
but the orgasm of the spirit,
is in the joining of hands!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Revelation Definition
'Love' Not one word in the dictionary can be so hollow.
The word itself is fake and we know it
although we try and not show it.
We use this word to express a feeling of compassion
an undying feeling that can last a life time.
But do you really feel that way?
Can you feel that 'love' you say you have?
No! We all know we don't
The word love is a lie.
Say it to your parents do you feel anything?
Say it once to your lover and you feel something.
But keep on saying it
and it loses its value.
That Gold heart known as 'love' will soon be pure silicon
after its first uses.
So why say it, why speak it, why need it, why not lose it...
To express it, to express 'love' is something more than the word.
It is indescribable thing that we feel.
'Love' is a cast off teddy bear.
Let us lose the word but keep the definition
for the expression is the true Diamond heart that
we must keep and should remember.
Remember this, write it down and not say 'love' again.
Written: April 11,2009
poem by Ryan Collins
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Our Only Hope....
nothing is taken from nowhere
as there can be no beginning if there is no end
there can only be conversion from one form to another
everything starts from a substance
an energy form
a disturbance of a stagnant clear pool
a mass of light
that suddenly burst into flames
at the tip of these all
you cannot pinpoint where is the start
and where's the beginning
all shall accept what is given
and all shall give back what was taken
the face of humanity is no one's face
as it is with a dropp of rain to the ocean's body
that is our only hope.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence
The silence gives me a tongue,
That I have not yet learnt to speak with
It suffers the drip drip dripping of the tap
In this dry urban flat
Before the rain has fallen
Silence gives me a tongue
That I have not learnt to speak with
It reaches beyond the language
More sacred than a prayer
More wise than holiness 'itself'
We do not worship it
Or see it's God like form in the 'shook gold of a sun rising'
Much softer than the sweetest kiss
Much older than a year in which we have lived
It knows no grief or sorrow
Only the joy of harmony
Reaching beyond each root beginning
Each form ending
Like eternity in one breath
One life still unfolding
[beneath all we know]
yvette m smith poet of uk
may 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Begining To See The Light
Well, Im beginning to see the light.
Well, Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well, Im beginning to see the light.
I wanna tell all you people, now.
Now, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Hey, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Wine in the mornin, and some breakfast at night.
Well, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again, playing the fool again.
Here we go again, acting hard again.
All right!
Well, Im beginning to see the light!
I wanna tell you, ooh-oh-oh!
Hey, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light!
It comes very softly now.
I wore my teeth in my hands so I could miss the hell of a night.
Hey! well, Im beginning to see the light!
Now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, now, baby,
Im beginning to see the light, now!
It comes softer!
Hey, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
I met myself in a dream, and I just want to tell you,
Everything was alright.
Hey, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here comes two of you.
Which one will you choose?
One is black and one is blue,
Dont know just, what to do.
Alright!
Well, Im beginning to see the light, oh, now, here she comes!
Hey, yeah, baby, Im beginning to see the light!
Oh-ahhhh!
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well, Im begiing to see the light.
Ah, its getting a little softer, maybe, in there.
Now, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Ah, its coming around again,
Hey, now, now, now, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
One more time.
There are problems in these times,
But, woo!, none of them are mine!
Oh, baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel, to be loved?
How does it feel, to be loved?
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Grease
Frankie valli - grease theme song
I solve my problems and I see the light
We got a lovin thing, we gotta feed it right
There aint no danger we can go to far
We start believing now that we can be what we are
Grease is the word
They think our love is just a growing pain
Why dont they understand, its just a crying shame
Their lips are lying only real is real
We stop the fight right now, we got to be what feel
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place, is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionalitly belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now but we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
This is the life of illusion
Wrapped up in trouble, laced with confusion
What are we doing here?
We take the pressure and we throw away
Conventionality belongs to yesterday
There is a chance that we can make it so far
We start believing now that we can be who we are
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Its got groove its got meaning
Grease is the time, is the place is the motion
Grease is the way we are feeling
Grease is the word
Is the word
Is the word
Is the word
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Beginning and The End
The beginning and the end
Every moment the beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
Every thought the beginning end the end
Every feeling the beginning and the end
Every choice the beginning and the end
Every action he beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end
Always together the beginning and the end
Nothing separates the beginning and the end
It is all one the beginning and the end
poem by Maria Manias
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The Bridal Chamber of Thought
From where do the words of poetry come?
Where, in the bridal chamber of the brain,
Is poetic thought concieved?
We do not know.
Could it be that concept is impregnated
Through a positive attitude of reception by a 'word, '
Thus, resulting in a creative impression;
Then, a unit of meaning, becoming recognizable
In its emergent form?
We do not know.
Where, in the belly of the mind,
Is the dilatable expanse for thematic gestation?
We do not know that, either.
What are the propelling elements that add
To the progressive embryonic change;
That prefetal product of conception,
From the beginning of implantation,
Through the rudimentry of imagery,
Unto the weeks and months of developemnt?
That, perhaps, we do know.
Sentiment, truth, love, grace, power, tragedies,
All manifold struggles, aspirations, and passons
Of modern life, become the thought-fetus,
Shaping a viable structure into a body of language,
Carried, and born through the author's labor pains
Of creativity.
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poem by Lynn W. Petty
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The Word Became Flesh
Man on Earth will one day perish, but not so for The Word we cherish.
The Word of God that many treasure will indeed friend, go on forever.
In the beginning was The Word, this is a verse that many have heard,
And God was with The Word, this is what the Apostle John conferred.
And The Word indeed was God; and clearly said with a definitive nod.
The Word is Christ my friend, who had no beginning and has no end.
Christ is The Living Eternal Word, as many prophets have concurred.
The Word became flesh indeed, coming to earth as the promised seed.
Through Him all things were made as the heavens and earth were laid.
And in Him was life, my friend, and that life was the light of men.
Christ is the true Light of the world, this is the message to herald.
He came to give light to all men, but this they would not understand.
And though He created all things, the world did not recognize Him.
And John was sent to testify, that Christ was The Lord from on High.
Christ’s own people wouldn’t believe and Christ they did not receive.
He came to the darkness of men, but Light they could not comprehend.
Christ came as The Light of all men, but men liked darkness instead,
Not wanting The Light to reveal, that their many deeds were so evil.
But these men are much like the grass and their glory will not last,
But let The Light be your endeavor and like Him you will live forever.
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Freedom Of Speech (Testify)
every word written,
spoken and shared,
to be used against me...
then, so be it.
testify!
the lie will always
be the lie,
and truth, always
the truth.
the sins of mankind fester,
and stink beneath their cover.
money does not justify,
privilege does not ordain.
the masks of prejudice,
apathy, and hatred,
have fallen in the storm.
false gods crumble,
and are swept to the side.
a new day is coming.
the spirit redeems the flesh.
you can chain the body,
but you can no longer
imprison the soul!
speak, write, communicate!
stand up like a man.
the cost of liberty is honesty,
beginning right here, right now!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let The Body Speak
do you know
that this ancient body
longs to speak
devoid of niceties
bereft of metaphors
the only language it knows-
the language of
agony and ecstasy
when desire strikes with
the intensity of a boomerang
hurled eons ago when
we roamed the earth?
…it’s the same
unsettling feeling
then and now too...
and when the body
begins to speak
scrawling its unique alphabet
without guilt
without frills
there arises one single
moan of ecstasy
in its pristine form
paralyzing yet vibrating
through the entwined
limbs and nerves
it strikes the frozen darkness
till then lying fossiled within
the inner walls with the
sublimity and alacrity of
a lightning…
for once
for one fleeting moment
though within the other’s grasp
your body and mine
go beyond us as
each nuance tickles us in
an ecstatic joy…
09oct2009
14.42hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The feeling of commiseration is the feeling of humanity; the feeling of shame and dislike is the beginning of righteousness; the feeling of deference and compliance is the beginning of propriety; and the feeling of right and wrong is the beginning of wisdom. Men have these Four Beginnings just as they have their four limbs.