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...Of Dream And Drama (Midnight Ride)

You've no mother to feed you
or to lick your so deep wounds
nor Earth where to lay your timid crown
You've suffered by your father
and even the Moon lies to you
When she shines...

The seduction of an altar
Is a weakness in her movements of Death
It is a mere vanity of Woman
to delay her midnight ride
Suicide... Midnight ride...

Beautiful dagger you may now leave your case
Wild red tears at the lady's hand
Kissed were her breasts with your sharpened face
Given is now what Love had taken
death and Love

song performed by by Moonspell from Wolfheart
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Midnight Ride

Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
Gonna get you while you sleep
Give you a dream you can keep
To yourself little mama gonna make you feel better
Im your mystery man in a gold lincoln
Aint no reason to do any second thinkin
About it child
Midnight ride Im gonna shake ya
Midnight ride Im gonna break ya
Midnight ride Im gonna take you on a
Midnight ride
Meet you little girl back at my hotel
Between you and me were really gonna give em hell
I got something mighty special up my sleeve
All you got to do is just say please
Midnight ride Im gonna shake ya
Midnight ride Im gonna break ya
Midnight ride Im gonna take you on a
Midnight ride

song performed by by Styx
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Wild Strawberries

If I had a dollar, if I had a cent
I would play most anywhere if it would pay my rent
Id be livin on the downside in my old apartment
For the rest of my days
People always ask why the world is on the run
People like you and like me
Is it really true you can really never win
Movin to the upside, tell me when does the fun begin
Deep as the see and as wild as the weather
We will go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin on our own, in a cabin in a meadow
Or meanderin alone, we can face the world forever or well
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
People often ask me just the way it must feel
To be standing up here with you down there
Let it now be known that throughout all of these years
I have been wearing polka dot underwear
Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather
We will go just you and me to gather crabapples together
And be wandering along toward a cabin in the meadow
Or meandering alone, we can face the world together or well
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
People always ask why the world is on the slide
People like you and like me
Is it really true there will be no peace left to hide
Turning to the upside, when does the fun begin
Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather
We might go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin on our own in a cabin in a meadow
And the cows will come home
They can face the world forever and well
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Death relates

unrelated
but death relates

she lies there
like she is asleep

death - where
the first and last
experiences come
face to face spilling
a bag of grief both ways

somehow this
seventy something
still rediates life
that draws one's
endearment

a small Chinese woman
in the mortuary
waiting to be washed
in that neat posture,
soft expression and delicate
features of a caring person

she must have loved children
you can see it
in her death manner
if there is any manner lesson
to be taken this is one

that last best wish
for her grandchildren probably -
shines through her

the years of caring
for the young ones
so much love must have
flowed from her that even
at her last, she laid out
herself elegantly to express her best wish

the world could not but stop
to give her some grateful thoughts

and i did

and i know too soon
there will be sobs, tears
and the same wish since
first death struck
- that she will be back
and of course,
the midnight tear choking dreams

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Her Bliss

Death is in the flower's heart –
Why to cry for life of any petal?

Death in purple ink of weary pens
Betrays the written yearnings
On her scented paper.

Death is laughing in her cry;
Her broken heart forlorn upon the sleeve.

Death ignores the plight of any purity –
He doesn’t care or seem to be aware of
What her dewy eye desires,
For Death beckoned:

'Embrace the jar! '
And yes, she did –
For Death, of course.

After all, no other man would
Open up her hand and bid her with a kiss,
So Death became her bliss.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Ride Cowboy Ride

Ride cowboy ride
Through the backdoor of Heaven
To the other side
I wanna know the danger of the kiss
At midnight

Ride cowboy ride
Yeah I learned my lessons
Here's a story to tell
So I make my confessions
In this sleazy motel
I could be a romantic
I could try my best lines
But I ain't got the money
And we ain't got the time

Ride cowboy ride
Through the backdoor of Heaven
To the other side
I wanna know the danger of a kiss
At midnight
I wanna be a big shot
Ride ride ride

Ride cowboy ride
Through the backdoor of Heaven
To the other side
I wanna know the danger of the kiss
At midnight

song performed by by Bon Jovi from New Jersey
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Cowboys Of The Sea

They ride beneath the waves at 20,000 leagues
On stallions stitched to seaweed strands
So smiling, so smiling
They herd the fishes of the deep
They ride for you and me
They ranch the rich and the sunken soil
At the bottom of the sea
In the dead of night, alive in sleep
I hear them calling me
Them deep sea desperadoes
Them midnight maelstrom freaks
The cowboy of the sea
So on wings of sleep I pierce the deep
And ride like a hurricane
At midnight still I paid my bill
And turned my back on the land
With the help of old paint, that seaweed nag
Its just jesse james and me
We ride the depths and rob the banks
At the bottom of the sea
With a seamans grip on navigation
And some fired, hired hands
We set forth to confront the nation
And lend a cowboys hand
We do the dolphins dance duet
My mermaid babe and me
Then I ride of into the blue sunset
At the bottom of the sea
And with the seamans grip on submarining
And some aqualung outlaws
Our guns are made of solid dreamin
And bullets from a broken cause
And with hand held high to touch the sky
A good texas ranger Ill bebut sometimes I feel like a lone stranger
midst the cowboys of the sea
Oh and men above he cannot make love
Hes got to rape his mother the sea
And because of his greed
Were a vanishing breed
We cowboys of the sea

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Sister Midnight

Pop/bowie/alomar
Calling sister midnight
Youve got me reaching for the moon
Calling sister midnight
Youve got me playing the fool
Calling sister midnight
Calling sister midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me well
Can you hear me at all
Calling sister midnight
Im an idiot for you
Calling sister midnight
Im a breakage inside
Calling sister midnight
Calling sister midnight
You know I had a dream last night
Mother was in my bed
And I made love to her
Father he gunned for me
Hunted me with his six gun
Calling sister midnight
What can I do about my dreams
Listen to me sister midnight
You put a beggar in my heart
Calling sister midnight
Youve got me walking in rags
Hey where are you sister midnight
Can you hear me call
Can you hear me well
Can you hear me at all

song performed by by Iggy Pop
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The Bride

WEAVE me no wreath of orange blossom,
No bridal white shall me adorn;
I wear a red rose in my bosom;
To-morrow I shall wear the thorn.

Bring me no gauds to deck my beauty,
Put by the jewels and the lace;
My love to honour and to duty
Was plighted ere he saw my face.

I hear his impatient charger neighing,
I hear the trumpets blow afar!
His comrades ride, as to a Maying,
Jesting and splendid to the war.

Why is my lady-mother weeping?
Why is my father grievèd sore?
Oh, love, God have you in His keeping,
The day you leave your true-love's door.

Gay is the golden harvest spreading,
The orchard's all in rose and gold;
Who said it was a mournful wedding?
My hand in yours, Love, is not cold.

Go glad and gay to meet the foeman,
I love you to my latest breath;
Oh, love, there is no happier woman.
See, I am smiling! Love-till death!

poem by Katharine Tynan
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Ride The Ride

Take all of the money
Take all of the sweet plum of the pie
Dont say that you love me
Dont say its for me its a lie
Now you got yourself so wrapped up in it
All you gotta do is wait a minute
All you gotta do is ride the ride
Ride the ride, ride the ride
Blowing a smokescreen
Never looking at me in the eye
You make it look easy
For someone afraid of falling to fly
Now you got yourself so wrapped up in it
All you gotta do is wait a minute
All you gotta do is ride the ride
Ride the ride, ride the ride, ride the ride
Take all of the money
Take all you believe is the prize
Just leave me a moment
Just leave a bright piece of the sky
Now you got yourself so wrapped up in it
All you gotta do is wait a minute
All you gotta do is ride the ride
Ride the ride, ride the ride, ride the ride
Ride the ride, ride the ride, ride the ride

song performed by by Bangles
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Intrigue

THOU art my love
And thou art the peace of sundown
When the blue shadows soothe
And the grasses and the leaves sleep
To the song of the little brooks
Woe is me.

Thou art my love,
And thou art a storm
That breaks black in the sky
And, sweeping headlong,
Drenches and cowers each tree
And at the panting end
There is no sound
Save the melancholy cry of a single owl
Woe is me!

Thou art my love
And thou art a tinsel thing
And I in my play
Broke thee easily
And from the little fragments
Arose my long sorrow
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art a weary violet
Drooping from sun-caresses.
Answering mine carelessly
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art the ashes of other men's love
And I bury my face in these ashes
And I love them
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art the beard
On another man's face
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art a temple
And in this temple is an altar
And on this altar is my heart
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art a wretch.
Let these sacred love-lies choke thee
For I am come to where I know your lies as truth
And your truth as lies
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art a priestess
And in thy hand is a bloody dagger
And my doom comes to me surely
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art a skull with ruby eyes
And I love thee
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And I doubt thee
And if peace came with my murder
Then would I murder
Woe is me.

Thou art my love
And thou art death
Aye, thou art death
Black and yet black
But I love thee
I love thee
Woe, welcome woe, to me.

poem by Stephen Crane
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Death Reveals A Woman

In the face without masks
Death is a woman
In the moment you know yourself
Death is a woman
At the end of all questions
Death is a woman
As the well of all answers
Death is a woman
At the end of all regrets
Death is a woman
In the liberation through tears
Death is a woman
As the relief from battle
Death is a woman
In the loving embrace
Death is a woman
In the dreamless sleep
And in the endless peace
Death is a woman.
10-12-2007

poem by Sr. ANTONIO MCKINNEY
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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VIII. -- Gudrun

On King Olaf's bridal night
Shines the moon with tender light,
And across the chamber streams
Its tide of dreams.

At the fatal midnight hour,
When all evil things have power,
In the glimmer of the moon
Stands Gudrun.

Close against her heaving breast
Something in her hand is pressed;
Like an icicle, its sheen
Is cold and keen.

On the cairn are fixed her eyes
Where her murdered father lies,
And a voice remote and drear
She seems to hear.

What a bridal night is this!
Cold will be the dagger's kiss;
Laden with the chill of death
Is its breath.

Like the drifting snow she sweeps
To the couch where Olaf sleeps;
Suddenly he wakes and stirs,
His eyes meet hers.

'What is that,' King Olaf said,
'Gleams so bright above my head?
Wherefore standest thou so white
In pale moonlight?'

''T is the bodkin that I wear
When at night I bind my hair;
It woke me falling on the floor;
'T is nothing more.'

'Forests have ears, and fields have eyes;
Often treachery lurking lies
Underneath the fairest hair!
Gudrun beware!'

Ere the earliest peep of morn
Blew King Olaf's bugle-horn;
And forever sundered ride
Bridegroom and bride!

poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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In the midnight light

In the midnight light lies two loves, one werewolf and the other, a vampire,
In the midnight light lies two loves, that can't ever be together,
In the midnight light lies two loves, seeking a way to be together,
In the midnight light lies two loves, that are bound for death,
In the midnight light lies two loves, that find a way to be together,
In the midnight light lies two loves, that are together forever.

poem by Sarah Bishop
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From the House of Yemanjá

My mother had two faces and a frying pot
where she cooked up her daughters
into girls
before she fixed our dinner.
My mother had two faces
and a broken pot
where she hid out a perfect daughter
who was not me
I am the sun and moon and forever hungry
for her eyes.

I bear two women upon my back
one dark and rich and hidden
in the ivory hungers of the other
mother
pale as a witch
yet steady and familiar
brings me bread and terror
in my sleep
her breasts are huge exciting anchors
in the midnight storm.

All this has been
before
in my mother's bed
time has no sense
I have no brothers
and my sisters are cruel.

Mother I need
mother I need
mother I need your blackness now
as the august earth needs rain.
I am

the sun and moon and forever hungry
the sharpened edge
where day and night shall meet
and not be
one.

poem by Audre Lorde
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Midnight Train

(instrumental intro)
Oh my darling will you come to me
Shaking now just like a willow tree
So tell me whats the story
This track well ride to glory
Coming home
Pretty karla and her russian clothes
Clapboard house and a different nose
Love keeps a candle burning
These steel wheels are turning
Back for home
Come in out of the rain
Come out of the night
Out on the midnight train
Midnight train
Come out of the light
Come out of the rain
Riding the midnight train
Midnight train
Moscow lights, well they dim and glow
The taste is sweeter than its driven snow
So tell me whats the story
This track to ride to glory
Coming home
Come out of the rain, come out of the lights,
Out on the midnight train, midnight train
Come out of the lights, come out in the rain,
Riding the midnight train, midnight train
(instrumental)
Oh my darling will you come to me
Shaking now just like a willow tree
Come out of the lights, come out in the rain,
Riding the midnight train, midnight train
Out of the rain, live again, riding the midnight train, midnight train
Come of the lights, into the rain, riding the midnight train, midnight train
One little strange, come back again
(instrumental fade out)

song performed by by Ufo
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Wall Of Death

Richard Thompson)
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
Let me ride on the wall of death one more time
You can waste your time on the other rides
but this is the nearest to being alive
Let me take my chances on the Wall of Death
You can go with the crazy people in the crooked house
You can fly away on the rocket or spin in the mouse
The tunnel of love might amuse you
And Noah's Ark might confuse you but
Let me take my chances on the Wall of Death
On the Wall of Death
All the World is far from me
On the Wall of Death
It's the nearest to being free
Well you're going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong, but what's the use of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy
Beware of the bearded lady
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall of Death
You are going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong, but what's the use of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy
Beware of the bearded lady
Let me take my chances
Let me take my chances
Let me take my chances

song performed by by REM
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Ride The Wild Wind

Ride the wild wind
(push the envelope dont sit on the fence)
Ride the wild wind
(live life on the razors edge)
Gonna ride the whirlwind
It aint dangerous - enough for me
Get your head down baby - were gonna ride tonight
Your angel eyes are shining bright
I wanna take your hand - lead you from this place
Gonna leave it all behind
Check out of this rat race -
Ride the wild wind
Ride the wild wind
Gonna ride the whirlwind -
It aint dangerous - enough for me
Tie your hair back baby -
Were gonna ride tonight
We got freaks to the left - we got jerks to the right
Sometimes I get so low - I just have to ride
Let me take your hand
Let me be your guide
Ride the wild wind
(dont sit on the fence)
Ride the wild wind
(live life on the razors edge)
Gonna ride the whirlwind
It aint dangerous - enough for me
Ride the wild wind

song performed by by Queen
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Ride The Wind

Hearts of fire
Streets of stone
Modern warriors
Saddle iron horses of chrome
Taste the wild
Lick the wind
Like something they never saw before
Their jaws dropping to the floor
Steel made of soul and sin
Rebels born without a care
And the day he listens
Only to fly where eagles dare
And the night she whispers
Chorus:
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Ride the wind
Never coming back again
Ride the wind
Never coming back until I touch the midnight sun
Painted flesh
Loyalty
Humble pride
Just as far as the eye can see
Stories told
Two old friends
Of battle scars and lonely bars
And nights the rain wouldnt end
Heres to withered eyes wearing gypsy smiles
And the day he listens
Heres to lovely ladies and a million miles
And the night she whispers
Chorus
Ride the wind
Im still the bravest soul in sin,
Burning till the night is done.
Solo
Of all the truths and lies
And stories of riders in the sky
They say only the bravest try
Where eagles and angels dare to fly
Chorus

song performed by by Poison
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The Sea

THE SEA! the sea! the open sea!
The blue, the fresh, the ever free!
Without a mark, without a bound,
It runneth the earth’s wide regions round;
It plays with the clouds; it mocks the skies;
Or like a cradled creature lies.

I ’m on the sea! I ’m on the sea!
I am where I would ever be;
With the blue above, and the blue below,
And silence wheresoe’er I go;
If a storm should come and awake the deep,
What matter? I shall ride and sleep.

I love, O, how I love to ride
On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide,
When every mad wave drowns the moon
Or whistles aloft his tempest tune,
And tells how goeth the world below,
And why the sou’west blasts do blow.

I never was on the dull, tame shore,
But I lov’d the great sea more and more,
And backwards flew to her billowy breast,
Like a bird that seeketh its mother’s nest;
And a mother she was, and is, to me;
For I was born on the open sea!
The waves were white, and red the morn,

In the noisy hour when I was born;
And the whale it whistled, the porpoise roll’d,
And the dolphins bared their backs of gold;
And never was heard such an outcry wild
As welcom’d to life the ocean-child!

I ’ve liv’d since then, in calm and strife,
Full fifty summers, a sailor’s life,
With wealth to spend and a power to range,
But never have sought nor sighed for change;
And Death, whenever he comes to me,
Shall come on the wild, unbounded sea!

poem by Barry Cornwall
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Beautiful Madness

Beautiful madness is mine.
When promises bathed in red wine
Are born again
As the fruit of our vine.
Words that in water were written
As fate hissed
We kissed
And were bitten.
Now motionless
I sit in a chair
Potionless
Craving magic to share.
While my love moves through
The christmas fair
With beautiful madness I stare.
Was it all just a pocket of dreams?
Insanity and silent screams.
As words of love
Are now resigned
To greeting cards in dusty drawer
My boken heart you will find
Lies in shards upon her floor.
Now as I hang on my cross
Blood is starting to seep.
Like a sniper
That viper of death
Is planning to put me asleep.
That love born in a sunrise
Has died in her cold eyes.
But beautiful madness
Has booked me a ride
As I board a grey train
To a slow suicide.

poem by Kevin East
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