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You Are The Gravity

you are the gravity
of my own soul
searching for itself...

the stars in a
black expanse
that point the way...

the sharpened blade
in the woodcarver's hand,
i am only the log....

the prow of the ship
bursting thru the waves,
the compass, and

the final destination!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Woodcarver

the Woodcarver works
in the morning stillness,
with chisel and blade
and an eye for intimate detail...

sunlight sifts through the windows,
time caught, a butterfly in the hand
that's careful not to close...
no extravagant movements...

nothing left undone...
life, a bare bulb, almost
too hot to touch...
the hands of the spirit tell all...

with a gentle blade,
sharp as death, yet allowing...
He unveils your heart
in the stillness of an empty room.

the Woodcarver works...

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Broken

I'm A Lonely Road Of
Broken Dreams

Its A Boulevard That
I'm Searching For

These Stars Are All
So Dull

Its The Moon That I'm
Searching For

Happiness Is So Angry
At Me

Its Life That I'm
Searching For

There Is A Crowd
Around Me At All Times

Its a Friend That I'm
Searching For

My Life Is Just Like
Path

Its A Destination That
I'm Searching For

Don't Know What Is It
That I've Lost

May Be Its 'ME' That
I'm Searching For! !

poem by Vizard Dhawan
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Final destination

Final destination
I guess we all have a few
Whether it coming to pivotal point
In life or finally deciding what to do
Some call heaven or hell
Our final destination
I guess, that a partial truth
I believe when one gets to heaven there
Joy yet work to do
Therefore no one knows the extent of travel
One would have to do
Now, there's hell, and there
You can't be through
For all of eternity,
the deep hold of darkness
Rules and mutilates you
There's no rest
Neither departure
So how can you be through?
For your mind will travel yet
Reminding you of all you use to do.
Final destination
Now there's a new scope
One thing for sure
The outcome of it all
Is strictly up to you!

poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Final destination

an angel’s spirit lives within the spirit of
man's heart, guide and lead every soul to
the boundless path of life everlasting

broken as we are, the spirit of the thy Lord
made it purified again, worthy to see the
magnificent rays of eternal light of life

done and made every immortal soul to the
highway of our destiny the road it takes will
always be the road to way back home to our
final destination to the Father's hand

all has to come to the feast of life, where
each one will be judged in accordance to what
you receive and to what each gives

life is full in the spirit of witnessing of giving
of what has been received for the kingdom is
nothing at all but, a life of sharing without taking
of what you receive

It’s a final rejuvenation of each soul, and all are
invited to the feast of giving our life to the
Father in heaven, a final destination of every
Life.....

poem by Antonio Liao
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Space-Ship

A ship in the stars is roaming around,
Opening work for the very brave.
We shoot those in the stars with stars,
Like a bullet at a heart.
Our hearts are heated by the Sun,
As we dwindle under the same Sun,
Families are diminished everyday,
Looking into final matters also.
We need the ship so praiseworthy
To transport us through Space.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Warrior's Cry

Hand me a sharpened blade, brother,
Lend me your golden shield.
Follow me now into the fight,
Our fate is not yet sealed!

Stand! Stand by my side, brother,
This day as warriors true.
Stand! Back to back my brother,
We fight, us lucky few!

We shall not die today, brother,
We shall not lose this fight.
Our battle cries, like lions' roars,
Shout courage over might!

Hand me a sharpened blade, brother,
Lend me your golden shield.
We fight! We fight today, brother!
We take the bloody field!

poem by Charles Wiles
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Searching

I'm searching for something
Something I've already found
But not knowing that I've found it
Not even sure what it is that I've found
I'm not sure it's my soul that can't find it
Or my senses that seem to block my mind
From finding what I'm searching for that
I've already found
Or is it the heart that I can't trust to help me
Find my way to this thing I have found but don't know
I've found it
Is it the barrier we all have to come across?
That we will find but never know that we have found it
Or is it my lonesome imagination
trying to play tricks on me

I guess this is just one more thing
I have to deal with today
I know I'll always be searching
for something I've already found
And it will always be searching
for me but it has already found me
I know this thing I'm searching for
has and will change my life for the better
For I hold it very dear to me but don't know I do
And it holds me dear to it but
dose not know it holds me dear
I will always be within it
It will always be within me

We are part of each other
Pieces of a puzzle
The stars in the map of stars
Two wings of a butterfly
But what could it be that I'm searching for
Dose it think about me
Dose it wonder about who I am
Is it just as confused about me
as I am about it

as we lay on the blanket under the stars silently thinking
you turn on your side put your hand around me
then say so sweetly
so passionately
I'm so glad I found you baby
I've been looking for you for a life time
I love you and always will
for you are the only thing I’ve been
searching for

poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Let Me Give You This Starting Point

the starting point, of course, for a start
is

of course, the way we usually say
we agree, i will try,

a point, of course, a very small dot,
and then you push the dot, it rolls like
a mat
or this blanket, you spread it, of course,

it runs,
the point, turns into a carpet of your room
and you like the design spread
before you
some Arabic flowers, Bedouins with scimitars
carrying a princess on his arms,
riding on his warrior horse
under the moon
and the stars

and then, of course, it used
just to be a point
for a start, turning into a blanket,
then a carpet,
and what next, you have taken
the magic of it all,

you are riding now on the carpet
and then you fly
above the vast expanse of the
black skies
above the desert

you have become
the Aladin of my mind

poem by Antonio Liao
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Blade of fate

The blade of fate lay over my neck forceful and blatant

Cold But withered like a willow tree whistling like a raven

Black and sharpened with the thorn of my heart pierced through my body

Thee knows my quarrels and thee knows my pain that indeed I am hearty

For the fate

of the blade

that lay Hovering over me bares my ever growing load of her rose that is heavy laden.

Oh the blade of fate has wearied me upon the the deathly road I take for nothingness is where I'll lay in.

A field of my fate is where I lay and where I hear the call of the raven.

poem by Daegonius Bonapartea
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The Armenian Grief

The Armenian grief is a shoreless sea,
An enormous abyss of water;
My soul swims mournfully
On this huge and black expanse.
It prances at times – enraged,
And looks for the shore – blue and serene,
Where sometimes, it wearily dives deeply
Looking for fathomless rest;
But it will never reach the bottom of this sea.
It will never reach the shore.

In the Armenian grief – on the black expanse
My soul lives and mourns…

poem by Hovhannes Toumanian
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Final Curtain

Whats left for me to see
In my ship I sailed so far
What can the answer be
Dont know what the questions are.
And after all Ive done
Still I cannot feel the sun
Tell me save me
In the end our lost souls must repent.
I must know it is for certain
Can it be the final curtain
As long as the wind will blow
Ill be searching high and low.
Who knows whats really true
They say the end is so near
Why are we all so cruel
We just fill ourselves with fear.
And heaven and hell will turn
All that we love shall burn
Hear me trust me
In the end our lost souls must repent.
I must know it is for certain
Can it be the final curtain
As long as the wind will blow
Ill be searching high and low.
Final curtain
Final curtain

song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Final Curtain

song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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A Dance For The Night Sky

Let's dance to this song
Just this once, we lose all bonds
Our bodies, cascading
We make the world our dance floor
To this final waltz, we sway like waves
Beneath the envious stars
Hearts bursting like fireworks on New Year's Eve

Every star, we claim as ours
We make our mark
Under the moon we dance
The only spark in the night
That could ever be brighter than the moonlight

I am the burning red, and you lush as gold
We illuminate the night's endless fold
A duet of colors, to light the desolate night sky
Brighter than the moon and stars, you and I

For just one night
Take my hand
My last chance
Lasts in this dance under the night sky
For I swear on my last breath
With you I'll make the moon and stars weep
As we dance the most beautiful waltz
The constellations will ever see

poem by Dan Debello
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Visions of grace

i’m looking for the face i had before the world was made
I was the primordial flaring forth, the gravitational waves,
the whirling galaxies, and the exploding supernovas that would become stars and planets.
I was the steaming planet Earth, the bacteria awash in the sea,
and the early eukaryotes and multicellular animals.
I exploded in the Cambrian explosion, stumbled onto land,
walked with dinosaurs, saw trees and flowers appear, walked upright in Africa, and walked on the moon.
I felt the embrace of gravity. I was one with all that had been and all that was to be.
I experienced subjective mystical communion with the evolutionary, emergent universe. I was the universe.
We know not where the journey leads, nor whether a final destination is even a meaningful concept.
The attraction is the inherent thrill of participating in a grand creative endeavor for which participation is its own reward.

poem by Alexis Karpouzos from Deadline (15 April 2017), translated by Alexis Karpouzos
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Sea-Shells

I gathered shells upon the sand,
Each shell a little perfect thing,
So frail, yet potent to withstand
The mountain-waves' wild buffeting.
Through storms no ship could dare to brave
The little shells float lightly, save
All that they might have lost of fine
Shape and soft colour crystalline.

Yet I amid the world's wild surge
Doubt if my soul can face the strife,
The waves of circumstance that urge
That slight ship on the rocks of life.
O soul, be brave, for He who saves
The frail shell in the giant waves,
Will bring thy puny bark to land
Safe in the hollow of His hand.

poem by Edith Nesbit
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