Recall
`
memories
scaffold sleep's dreams
visions:
dancing with the sun
sensations
meld thought and emotion
remedy
for inevitable amnesiac
deliver
sibilant phrases
splinter
bridge to forgetfulness.
`
poem by Frederick Kesner
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Dancing In My Dreams
(b. russell, m. cawley, k. fleming)
Producer: trevor horn
Album: wildest dreams (96)
Ive been running from the truth
Ive been running since my youth, tired of running
I will stand here till you see
I am you and you are me, tired of running
There really is no difference when you look beneath the skin
Someday I know well go beyond this world were living in
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Dancing in my dreams
Theres no hiding in the dark
From the beating of my heart its getting louder
Just as long as we believe
The truth will set us free, its getting louder
All that really matters is the light in your face
In you I see the longing of the whole human race
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Now when I lay me down to sleep I will be dancing in my dreams
Seeing the way it all should be I will be dancing
Dancing in my dreams
On and on the story goes
Or its the passing of the torch
With one small voice it all begins
Then there are millions more, millions more
song performed by by Tina Turner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
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The Muddled Mind
He had dreams and continous visions,
He thought it was her,
The visions so vivid and strong,
The dreams so rampant and sequential,
Falling was inevitable for him,
Yet a hand, he found none
Was it her? Is it her?
The muddled mind
Love and friendship, facts and mystry,
He wrote her name on the beach,
Not until water waves reach,
His fine art the water could bleach,
He was falling into a ditch
The name went away with the water
He dreamt of her, yet the water took her
Is it her? Or otherwise?
The muddled mind
He found her with another man,
Yet she said dhe fell for him also,
His life, a bag of mixed emotions,
His love, a bag of uncertain certainities,
He loved yet was loved par neglected,
Is it her? Or otherwise
The muddled mind
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Queen Of The Air
There is a dream I used to have
My dream swallowed me whole
There is a bridge where I hate to go
That is where I first saw her
High on the bridge
I seen her red hair shining
There is a girl- I never knew
She was my aunt virginia
They said that she-
She just disappeared
They said I look just like her
High on the bridge I seen her
Dancing, waving to me there
She smiled and raised her head
Then she took to the air
There is a dream I cant escape
My memories come back to me
There is a hell I cant escape
My memories come back to me
I heard the truth about it
Pictures and headlines hidden away
I heard the truth about my real mom
Jumping from the bridge that day
Now I know why ever since
I was 3 years old
Been having the same nightmare
Now I know the truth about virginia
Why she took to the air
song performed by by Everclear
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somnambulistic Sonnet
How strange, when sleep is scarce the dreams increase
with amplified intensity and strength
behind eyes bravely batting at the crease
we fill that space regardless of the length
Forgetting, when fatigue brings in the dawn
our memories and prophecies combine
to conjure up somnambulistic spawn
and motherlodes within the mental mine
The vividness of visions in such states
embeds them in our minds throughout the day
And so we banish logic, which dictates
sleep deprivation's target is dismay
Lest we confuse reality with dreams
can we be sure that all is as it seems?
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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Valentine Dreams
Valentine Dreams
~Tick, tock~~~~~~~~
Is it the clock or the beat~~~~
Of my heart, measuring our~~~~
Lives in old memories? Flickering
Lights or visions of past delights as
The candle light glow, paints our old
Dreams with flames? You and I,
Lacy valentines, Cupid and~~~
Arrows, late dinners and~~~~
Wine. Dancing and~~~~~~
Romancing, fragile, ~~~~
Fragrant Bouquets. ~~~
Dear, Happy~~~~~~
Valentine’s ~~~
Day! ~~
poem by Mary Naylor
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Shickered
Writing is good when
the eyes are swirling,
the swills are a burning
and my visions a whirling,
what's good is that
when I wake up
is that you're still a being,
just a reminder that I
was not a dreaming,
thank you for remembering,
another glass would
keep me tumbling but
keeping it a knowing,
it's not a bad memory
but it sticks like a good beating
Behind a dancing pillar
toppling with the leaves
the squally wind brought
fanning the sibilant embers,
we conquered the undulating
tongues of a shickered odyssey
and with every words
etched or spoken
in the reticent flyleaf
we reckon the gray gradient
of the shabby heaven
we abjure in this bitter
and fastidious living -
tonight
and many a more
we drift with the winds
crimson as our dreams
saliently beckoning
poem by Norman Santos
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Beautify Flight Souls
beware beautify seeds
canonize flight souls
dancing in mansions
of imagination minds
dancing back core psyches
Garden of Eden memories
dancing purity entry cosmos
paradise embodiment songs
dream visions
swiftly heal earth screams
beautiful wings
born in chrysalis rebirths
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lonely Street
(carl belew/w.s. stevenson/kenny sowder)
Im looking for that lonely street
Ive got a sad sad tale to tell
I need a place to go and weep
Wheres this place called lonely street
A place where theres just loneliness
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and memories meet
Wheres this place called lonely street
Perhaps upon that lonely street
Theres someone such as i
Who came to bury broken dreams
And watch an old love die
A place where theres just loneliness
Where dim lights bring forgetfulness
Where broken dreams and memories meet
Wheres this place called lonely street
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In mother’s lap
In mother’s lap,
A baby finds the world
A world that puts her to sleep of peace & love
And makes her all dreams sweet
The night dancing
Over the little bay happily,
The wind is passing by
Touching her chubby and sweet cheeks,
And gives her the best kiss
So she won’t find any horrible risk,
And all she can have is her sound sleep,
She is not dreaming of a big world,
But a world full of love,
And the mother singing a lullaby
To her
So she won’t have any bad thought
In her mind
And she can have not a sleep only
But the good thought
To make her sleep sweeter
poem by Pushkar Bisht
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Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
poem by Hart Crane
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Forgetfulness
Forgetfulness is like a song
That, freed from beat and measure, wanders.
Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled,
Outspread and motionless, --
A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly.
Forgetfulness is rain at night,
Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child.
Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree,
And it may stun the sybil into prophecy,
Or bury the Gods.
I can remember much forgetfulness.
poem by Harold Hart Crane
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Ode to Romantic Norse Language
The Romantic Norse Language
When my Norse sweetheart
Gazes into my eyes
Utters sweet Viking phrases
With soft sibilant sighs
As when she murmurs
“Swen, you’re my
only strukanoodlefleerten
Ah, such endearing phrases
Make my spirits rise
Milky complexion
and silken blonde hair
Occasion many admirers
To stop and stare
Melting my heart With a purr like a cat
Says sweetly, “Swen,
do these lederhosen
Make my kanordeyshtuckens look fat? ”
Of all languages that exist
One has to love the Nordic beauty
As in this final phrase of farewell
May your marterpfleeger be verschtookinooty
poem by David Whalen
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Visions
Chorus:
Visions - Can't you see my friend
Visions - Here is my wonderland
Visions - Come and take my hand
Visions - I know you understand
Vers 1:
Come into my world, come and take your destiny
- Here is your discovery
Imagine places, where your dreams can come alive
- Knowing you will soon arrive
Bridge 1:
What you see is not a dream
And not another mystic moovie scene
Your senses scream, a love supreme
Sounds and colours reveal in steam - like
Vers 2:
Envision my world, where there is no war or hate
- We will never loose our faith
If you believe then you don't have to justify
- Sometimes there is no wrong or right
Bridge 2:
So can't you see, what I see
And everybody use your fantasy
A place for you, a place for me
Today we gonna live in harmony - like
Rap:
I tell you what you see is not a dream
And not another mystic moovie scene
Your senses scream, a love supreme
Sounds and colours reveal in steam
song performed by by DJ Bobo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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As I Lie
As I lie
And snap my fingers,
Remembering a thought
That still lingers,
While tossing and turning
In my bed,
I feel like then
An un-restless dead,
Trying to sleep
Then trying to awake,
With streams of dreams
I hopefully try to break,
I then see a vision
I then hear a thought,
That not long ago
I had caught,
It is now filling me
With silly rhymes,
From a different moment
And also a different time,
Why do I lie
Why don't I cry,
Why don't I sleep
And then softly die,
But then as I stare
And I see a book,
The visions not here
As I take another look,
So on my back
I will then roll,
To look at my ceiling
And then my soul,
And as I lie
And then I snap my fingers
Now that thought with me,
It now no longer lingers.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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New Sensations
I dont like guilt be it stoned or stupid
Drunk and disorderly I aint no cupid
Two years ago today I was arrested on christmas eve
I dont want pain, I want to walk not be carried
I dont want to give it up, I want to stay married
I aint no dog tied to a parked car
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
I want the principles of a timeless muse
I want to eradicate my negative views
And get rid of those people who are always on a down
Its easy enough to tell what is wrong
But thats not what I want to hear all night long
Some people are like human toulinols
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout some new sensations
Talkin a new sensations
I took my gpz out for a ride
The engine felt good between my thighs
The air felt cool, its was forty degrees outside
I rode to pennsylvania near the delaware gap
Sometimes I got lost and had to check the map
I stopped at a roadside diner for a burger and a coke
There were some country folk and some hunters inside
Somebody got themselves married and somebody died
I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
They was arguing about football as I waved and went outside
And I headed for the mountains feeling warm inside
I love that gpz so much, you know that I could kiss her
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, ooohhh, new sensations
Talkin bout your new sensations
Talkin new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
Ooohhh, new sensations
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Memories
My forgetfulness as good as my memories
So I always forget to keep memories away
They crowd in rushing when I am alone
But when I am among crowd they fly away.
I take every time firm resolution to forget you
But my memories as weak as my forgetfulness
So I keep continue to remember your sweet face
But I forget, you are the cause of my sadness
Sadness can give you pleasure as happiness
I am very pleasant in that of my sweet sadness
My life is a pleasure like that of slow dying
Still I drink poison in your memories and living
Forgetting in this life is as painful as dying
So I remember you all time though it is painful.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Angel
Cant go to sleep without you
Starring in my dreams
I cant get you out of my head
I close my eyes, youre always there
I lock the door
But youre comin up the stairs
Cant stay awake
I know I have to try
What will it take to stop you
Walking in my sleep
How can I break
The hold you have on me
Angel will you never
Ever set me free
Oh angel, I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
How come youre givin me
These technicolour dreams
How can I get you out of my head
I close my eyes, youre always there
How can I get you out of my bed
I lie awake, all I see is you
Im going crazy, what can I do
Switch off the light
Then you start to call
I lock the door
Now youre coming through the wall
Angel, I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Sweet angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
I cant stay awake much longer
This feelings getting stronger
You must be an angel
cause I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
Sweet angel, I cant stop you
Dancing on my bed
Youre an angel and
I cant get you out of my head
Angel, I cant stop you
Walking in my sleep
Youre an angel and I cant
Stop you starring in my dreams
Sweet little angel eyes
Youre angle, angel
Sweet little angel ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Recollection of Dreams
Many people can’t recall
their dreams when they awake.
But I remember everything,
and this I used to hate.
As a child I was frightened
by my sleep fantasies,
and thought they were visions
of future realities.
When I became used to them
I took them for what they were.
A release for mental creativity
at a time of deep slumber.
I can also recall all my dreams,
and you may think this a curse,
but seeing nightmares when I’m awake,
is really so much worse.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Dreamers (acrostic)
Dream dust gathers in our minds
Rewinding sweet & sometimes bittersweet images from our daily lives
Everlasting & intriguing sights like a movie scene being played
Arresting our souls
Mirroring memories that are real & sometimes unreal
Enjoyable daydreams too once in awhile
Remembering those unique visions that are given to us in our sleep
Silently I sleep tonight per chance to dream.... hopefully sweet dreams without any nightmares
Ravensong
Sept.22-09
poem by Jean Dament
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