Ecstasy (As You Sleep)
ecstasy,
sheds the skin,
comes out of the shell....
leaves the firelit cave,
for the darkness,
and shadows' whisper
among the trees....
takes the kiss of wind
over the door well latched....
jumps from the ledge
never knowing how deep
or how cold the water below!
walks the forbidden mile,
fights the battle already lost,
with the conviction of desire....
brushes the nipple with fingers
piano key walking.....
almost kissing with fingertips
well worn and sure....
blows on the rain wet ember
believing in fire....
brushes the hair from your face,
watching, as you sleep!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Angela
Cant eat, cant sleep, cant seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that Ill find her somehow
Chorus:
Angela carries me back to the time
When I knew that her love was still mine
Angelas holding the child in her womb
And I pray that she will be calling soon
Cold moon, dark sky, Im watching my mind disappear
She sits alone, not knowing that I am so near
Why cant she hear my voice as I call out her name
Chorus
Its a silly situation, its just infatuation, no need to be sorry
Cant eat, cant sleep, cant seem to find time anymore
Somewhere she weeps, her hair gently brushes the floor
I know my way, I know that Ill find her somehow
Chorus
Its a silly situation, its just infatuation, no need to be sorry
song performed by by Toto
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Mist Of Desire
Well, here it comes again
That old feelin' so strong
You came into my life
I won your love for a song
And when I see you in my mind baby
Think of the words you will say
And in a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
Girl you take me away
In a mist of desire
And our love's not an ember baby
It's a raging fire
I need to be with you
What else can I say
In a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
I feel the love when we touch
I can see it in your face
I get lost in the shadows of your warm embrace
And you rush into my arms
My emotions run wild
And we're off to a love world
In a mist of desire
Girl you take me away
In a mist of desire
And our love's not an ember baby
It's a raging fire
I need to be with you
What else can I say
In a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
In a mist of desire
Your love takes me away
song performed by by Alabama
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fallen Petals
for one thing i do not know the name
of this sea flower falling from a very lushy
tree whose leaves reach to the sands
as though kissing salt and silence
it is a big flower with pink lines
following the sides
the stamens are long and
scented like a woman with perfume
on her hair
alone in the night she walks
towards a cave
of cascading desire and there
he is waiting naked
the flowers keep on falling
the petals crushed
the night is silent
and well scented
the shadows fuse and then
they were lost in total darkness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Adoration Of The Feminine
In the valley of forbidden dreams,
I see my heart explode
At the feet of a Queen;
My pulse rate increases
At a merciless speed.
I’m more accustomed to shadows
Than lingering in exotic eyes
Where my soul undrapes
Every protective layer of disguise,
But I’m here on bended knees
In adoration for the feminine
Wanting to be the indebted servant
To the perfumed blouse,
To the soft lips of whispered secrets
And the enchanted kiss,
I lay wounded in ecstasy
And will disappear
Into the background of her mirror
As she brushes her shimmering hair.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Beyond
there is life beyond
the salt shaker on the table,
the hand that moves
the curtain, unseen.
the empty bowl, rain walking
through the grasses...
the child, the nipple,
stars appearing in darkness,
moving oceans with silent
commands written in a shell,
left unnoticed on the sands
that have never known footprints...
life beyond the cup,
the fire, and the shadows,
opening the bloom,
as leaves fall and crumble.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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When The Wind Blows
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
In a part of this once-great city
Stands a child crying out in pity.
Gone is hope in the heart of each hungry hour.
Every year in this land of plenty
There are millions of starving children
What will i say if they look my way?
This is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Bow your heads to the lost generation
Scars so deep, bringing god's damnation.
Businessmen sip wine while congress argue.
But for grace we enjoy our pleasures
What we face will be our salvation
Go build your towns, but remember time will not forget
That this is an emergency.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
Think of what the wise men said.
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
In my mind i see,
When the wind blows, many leaves will fall.
This is an emergency.
song performed by by Kinks
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Whispers
Sing to me, sing to me
with strength and sweetness.
As my eyes gaze upon your beauty
Swaying softly in the wind.
It's the sun, it's the water
that makes you breathtaking.
A sweet blessing from God above.
Nothing compares to the softness of a flower,
The captivating smell of a rose.
I escape to your bosom,
While tantalizing winds brushes my nose.
I could get lost in the
complete desire of love.
Laying in the field of soft grass,
Under an oak two centuries old.
And a pebble I threw causes
ripples in the trickling brook below.
Whisper to me, Whisper to me,
I haven't died and gone to heaven,
Because I'm lost in the flight of a dove.
poem by Carlene Maddux
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Endless Walk
walking cold to the bone in the rain
wind cuts like a knife in my skin
water drips off my face i look around to see
it's just me walking in the rain, my mind is full of clouds
i start to wonder why does it rain, why am i walking, how long has it been raining, how long have i been walking...
i look at my wrist to see there's no watch
i reach for my pocket to feel there's no pocket
except strings of fibers, fibers are all thats left
from what used to be clothing
my skin looks pale and is full of scars
i fall down on my knees it terrifies me to see the reflection in the puddle of water this is not the face i remember as my own
i stand up only to realise the street is not there
it's just a dark floor
i look around there's a wall on both sides
i look up to scream there's no sound only water that fills my eyes
before i can make sense of it my body starts to move
i'm walking again, where am i going, why can't i stop
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Today is autumn, winter and summer
Today is autumn, winter
and summer
pressed into one day.
The wind tosses leaves
all over the lawn
and brushes against
the windows with it.
Big raindrops fall
from a grey sky
and the cold
grabs at the thin
summer clothes
and the earth
oozes water
of day after day out.
Suddenly the sun
shines again and it gets hotter
and still hotter
while the blue comes through
as if nature cannot really decide
what season it is.
Both cats are out
as if on patrol
after the rain,
combing the grass
for insects
and then climbing trees
trying to hunt
in search of prey.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Philosophy Of This Journey.....
one leaves............takes a journey..............far...........farther away........
alone,
not stopping, longing, looking for more, but not really definite on what to look for,
it searches, passes by every town, takes the road, sees a row of trees,
a line of coasts,
it rains, there is flood in the river, you do not stop.........leaves again,
it shines in one place
sun is good,
clouds are as beautiful as one notices from time to time
by the window
of the bus, of the plane.......
one leaves, takes another journey, one knows what he is searching,
a glimpse, but not really definite still
along this journey
life becomes what it really is,
it is a passing wind that blows your hair
but none is taken away from you
not even a lock of hair, not even the scent in your skin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cold Blows The Wind
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
But when twelve months were come and gone
This young man he arose
What makes you weep down by my grave
I can't take my repose
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips -- one kiss is all i crave
One kiss, one kiss of your lily white lips and return back to your grave
My lips they are as cold as my clay
My breath is heavy and strong
If thou was to kiss my lily white lips
Thy days would not be long
Oh don't you remember the garden grove where we used to walk
Pluck the finest flower of them all, twill wither to a stalk
Go fetch me a nun from the dungeon deep
And water from a stone
And white milk from a maiden's breast,
That babe ere never known
Go dig me a grave both long, wide and deep as quickly as you may
I'll lie down in it and take one sleep for twelve month and one day
Cold blows the wind over my true love
Cold blows the drops of rain
I never had but one true love
And in camville he was slain
I'll do as much for my true love as any young girl may
I'll sit and weep down by his grave for twelve month and one day
song performed by by Ween
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The ki$$ a mwah moment
Does a kiss age
the flavour disintegrate
the aroma fade away
like a song in the memory loses the elation of that specific time frame?
Is it a stage coach ride toward a new destination
or,
do we just grow tired and bored of doing't that way
my lips pays homage to a time i had no one to kiss that way.
Some would count me lucky,
but lack the understanding why they stay
our tongues entwine
and on otherdays we swap spit
she laughs
and i say,
lets do it in a different way,
in public,
infront of a mirror
with our clothes on
in the shower
and if i was an emcee,
our kiss would be the execution of divine lyric
time,
my critic
saying,
our lips would dry out and wither like autumn leaves
which leaves me with a nasty taste on my tongue,
but then,
my senses kicks in
and the song plays
sending text messages to my synapses
reminding me to kiss her again,
my lips brushes her skin
like an artist's brushes his canvas with intimate detail
so
the kiss is an age of enjoyments pleasure and satisfaction's reason why we together.
poem by Rayno Elroy Davids
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While Hair Brushing
Juliette drags the brush
through her hair you have
to brush it at least one
hundred times her mother
had said years ago and say
a prayer each time you get
it through and maybe God
will bless you and as she sits
and brushes her hair she
remembers her mother standing
over her when she was a child
and the hair was as long then
as it is now and oh God she
says how I hated it the knots
and tangles and the number of
times I used to cry each time
she pauses in front of the mirror
the brush held mid air sometimes
when she brushes her hair and
stares in the mirror she sees him
there looking at her as he did back
then watching her every move
his dark eyes greedily drinking
her in and once he placed his
hands around her waist and kissed
her neck how she cringed his spittle
still there her uncle his breath his
hands touching always when she
was alone and once when undressing
he came in and stared and said he
thought she was becoming a beautiful
young girl now she brushes her hair
again the brush stiff and heavy gripped
in her hand and as she stares into the
mirror heavy with times and care she
thinks she sees him still staring still there.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Masterpiece
Within the passion of your kiss I feel your soft sweet lips,
I caress your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I hear your cries of mercy and it stirs my very soul,
Your body is soft putty, a masterpiece for me to mould.
Frantic grasping touches mixed with loving longing sounds,
Strokes of wanton desire wrapped in passion that surrounds.
Trembling with desire that flows through us feeding on our lust,
Content within our being, we embrace the one we trust.
Pressure from my hands as now I begin to play,
Tremours of desire rip right through us as we lay.
Your breath it is suspended as my tongue now travels far,
It gives such a sweet sensation and you shine now like a star.
We are lost within the moment as our bodies do compress,
An electrifying sensation, your skin pressing on my chest.
The wetness of your tongue feels the prescence of my heat,
Our bodies are on fire as the two of us do meet.
There is a desperate hunger that is fueling both our needs,
As two lovers come together both now desperate to feed.
Taking all my passion, wanting, feeling only me,
The joy it is transcended, we become what we can be.
I hear your longing whimpers, the smiling face of you I see,
Watching as you writhe below, you lock your gaze on me.
Clutching fingers tightly there's heat and passion in this room,
Your eyes can see right through me, in you I long to be comsumed.
Pounding hearts beat faster, beads of sweat begin to drop,
Lost within a moment that neither one of us can to stop.
I bite your lips as we kiss and pull upon your hair,
Our bodies move in rythm in the steamy humid air.
The moment is upon us cries of passion grip us now,
As within each thrusting motion we release not knowing how.
As we lay within each other we remember what has been,
We lay looking in each others eyes, the dream it was so keen.
Within the passion of your kiss, I felt your soft sweet lips,
I caressed your skin so gently with my loving fingertips.
I heard your cries of mercy and it stirred my very soul,
Your body was soft putty a masterpiece that I did mould...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Wendell Gee
Thats when wendell gee takes a tug
Upon the string that held the line of trees
Behind the house he lived in
He was reared to give respect
But somewhere down the line he chose
To whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
He had a dream one night
That the tree had lost its middle
So he built a trunk of chicken wire
To try to hold it up
But the wire, the wire turned to lizard skin
And when he climbed inside
There wasnt even time to say
Goodbye to wendell gee
So whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows, with me
If the wind were colors
And if the air could speak
Then whistle as the wind blows
Whistle as the wind blows
song performed by by REM
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The Darkness Comes Quick
The darkness comes quick this time of year
while the sieving rain draws near
and almost lost
at times in the twilight it feels queer
In the woods there’s a cold wind that blows
under mountains white capped by snow
tossing leaves, stirring through trees
and I walk on a path that I know
The path meanders while nature goes to sleep
and to its track I try to keep
while in the bushes there’s something that’s awake
and I can feel glowing eyes that at me peep
poem by Gert Strydom
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Looking At The Rain
Looking at the rain
Feeling the pain
Of love lost running though
My brain
Looking at the wind
Watching it spin
The leaves along the street
You win
Waiting for a line to fall
Telling you its all a big mistake
Looking at a face
So out of place
Inside that picture frame
Of lace
Looking at the wall
Wishing youd call
And tell me youre ok
Thats all
Wishing this was all a dream
And Id find you sleeping when I wake
Looking at the trees
So ill at ease
From sleep that will not come
Thats me
Looking at the dawn
Knowing its wrong
Still thinking of your love
Thats gone
Wishing this was all a dream
And Id find you sleeping when I wake
Looking at the rain
Feeling the pain
Of love lost running though
My brain
Looking at the wind
Watching it spin
The leaves along the street
You win
Waiting for a line to fall
Telling you its all a big mistake
But the words wont come
I know Id feel the same
Looking at the rain
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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As the cold wind blows
As the cold wind blows
I smile and laugh
As the cold wind blows
Im warm and safe
As the cold wind blows
The fire inside is hot
As the cold wind blows
My love is not for naught
As the cold wind blows
My love keeps me warm
As the cold wind blows
I feel only this love
Warming me making me
The man I am today
As the cold wind blows
I know soon this cold wind will blow away.
poem by Troy Nichols
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God, I Am Weary
tired...
and frustrated,
walking through
endless sands...
no path ahead,
and the wind removes
all traces behind.
god, i am weary...
this body is worn,
these eyes fade.
and the songs i sing
in the desert night,
haunt the distance with sadness.
Lover, where are you?
i've forgotten your face!
even the smell of your perfume,
fades in the darkness.
the trees are weeping,
even the moon sheds a tear.
as the small fire i built
fades down to embers!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Couldn’t Be More Happy Than If I Was Dead!
You kiss my hair
& my hair is happy.
You kiss my skin
& my skin is happy.
You kiss
even the littlest bit
of me
& I
am
happy.
You kiss
my fingertips
and my little toe
is at once
envious
says: “Quick...quick
kiss me too! ! ! ”
You kiss my little toe
and my fingertips are instantly jealous.
“Quickly! Quickly! ”
they say
“Kiss us again! ”
You kiss
my lips
and my heart
is happiness.
My soul
swoons.
I couldn’t be
more happy
than if i was dead
and in Heaven
itself!
poem by Dee Wright
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