Morphed Illusions
what are we to do
about shadows in the mirror
pray tell before they rise -
filling in memories
of film noir and poetry
dark or brooding
states of alienation
blaring piano forte
of shadowy symphonics:
inimitable contrivances.
poem by Frederick Kesner
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poem by Nicolas Grenier
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977: I Had A Mirror; The Mirror Of Memories!
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I breathed with and I relished.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
The sun is shinning and the breeze swaying!
I could see the flight of a paradise flycatcher;
And, the incessant flow of the milky stream.
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I just lived and I cherished.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
The ravishing beauty of her angelic face!
I could see the cheer of thousand butterflies;
And, the shimmer from her lotus eyes!
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I endured with and I danced.
I saw in the mirror, and I could just see;
Those vulnerable thoughts of my futile crush!
I could see the disgrace of my sightless chase;
And, the utmost depth of my lamenting eyes!
I had a mirror, the mirror of my memories
Memories that I survived and now bemoan!
I saw in the mirror, and I could see;
Those sorrowful contours of her maturing face!
I could see her wail amongst a thousand skint; *
And, I was there……… Yet, she was lonely!
poem by Catastrophe KING
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The Fragments Of My Poetry
The fragments of my poetry
Mirror the tempests green
The billows black and frothing
In my breast.
The fragments of my poetry
Are chromosomes littered randomly
But from them the body of poetry
Can rise.
The fragments of my poetry
Are like the broken mirror:
That I broke silently -
My heart is broken.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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I think the original Matrix was really incredible. It was so original and it did so many innovative things with film. It was a much bigger film. Bound was just a smaller film. It was kind of like an old noir film.
quote by Gina Gershon
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Mirror of Lies
My Mirror Of Lies...
There is no where I can hide...
No one for me to confide...
I look at my life...
The Shadows following close behind me
The Dark that engulfs my sight
Fight or Flight?
It has always been flight
I see my twin in the mirror,
the mirror of lies
Tears flowing out of my eyes...
The mirror putting an artificial smile
With relief I sigh...
You see what I want you too
Fooled, Tricked, Dicieved
The one you see is not me
I raise my clenched fist
Shatter the mirror of lies
The broken shards which fly
Glimmering lies... My nasty web
When the mirror is gone...
When someone I'm not is gone...
The demon arrives...
Reality is on which I can close my eyes...
But not the memories...
poem by Lisa Martin
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Beasts Within The Dark
the shadows wash over me
as the sun set behind the hills
leaving me adrift in the dark
wondering if they come for me
i hear them growling and snarling
within the dark, promising pain
and hurts yet to start
what are these things within the dark
waiting to tear me apart
filling my mind with fear
these shadows inside the dark
just bracing themselves to leap
and making me weep
these beasts within the dark
just waiting to attack.
poem by Graham Russell
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If someone plays a brooding actor in a film, people think they're brooding all the time.
Within The Shadows Of My Mind
There are lots of memories locked away
within the shadows of my mind.
Memories of childhood years gone by
and they are located in the dark recesses
awaiting one day to escape from
within the shadows of my mind.
We tend to hide away
the sad things in our lives,
locking them away
never to see again the light of day.
We wish not to resurrect
all their sadness and pain.
Therefore, we store them away
within the shadows of our mind.
In the shadows, hold many tragedies
of which we do not want to relive.
The pain grows constantly
just thinking of them again.
So as I close each chapter
of my life as it unfolds
the memories that bring
the most pain are locked away
within the shadows of my mind.
5 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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From My Room
From my room I hear
The wind blow
Strings from icy harp
Filling the dark
Now outside
The morning comes with night
And leaves with night
My heart is in dark
Like flickering light
Pounding on and on
Through to dreams gone
In the dark clouded sky
With beams of low sun flight
Time slowly passes by
With shadows left to right
From my room I hear
Where I now dwell
The dark voices near
Of iciness and its cartel
Strings from icy harp
Filling the dark
Now outside
*Federico García Lorca once wrote:
“From my room I hear
The water jet
A finger of grapevine…”
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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A hand mirror
lightning
thunder
the storm
the calm
the chill
a hand mirror
my eyes
my nose
mouth
hair
face
a hand mirror
anguish
fear
pain
joy
happi ness
a hand mirror
spring
summer
autumn
winter
a hand mirror
childhood
teenager years
adulthood
old age
a hand mirror
poetry runs
outside
written by the gods
in multi-dimensions
a hand mirror
poetry runs inside
that all the outside
portrays so correctly
- i cry
a hand mirror
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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But it wasn't just a technical approach towards the piano, studying the music for this film was also a way of approaching the soul of the film, because the film is really about the soul of Schubert and the soul of Bach.
quote by Isabelle Huppert
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Tearful Eyes
The mirror laughed; it gleaned my thoughts
And saw me cry my want:
Synthetic views - pathetic clues
To how I tick - and now you taunt,
You bleeding mirror, jibe another!
Just because I dream…
To be the mighty hero wise!
And perch atop the sodden hill
Of blood and pungent death,
To lead our race from sure demise.
Let's regain, collect, and rest
Before the battle slams
Our dauntless nerve. And now to rise!
Come follow me - we'll slay the foe!
See my cloak unfurl.
Through screams and wails, he fails and dies.
Look! he falls across his minions'
Path. I laugh aloud.
My warriors hold me to the skies.
Overhead the clouds recede,
Thinning out the black.
And then I fade in pallid lies.
Returning back to conscious state,
I let the mirror slate me:
Fathoming my remote disguise,
Reflecting back my hopeless lot.
Oh to smash the thing!
If I could see through tearful eyes.
Copyright © Mark Raymond Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Film music should have the same relationship to the film drama that somebody's piano playing in my living room has on the book I am reading.
quote by Igor Stravinsky
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An act of poetry
Ruin is what we need –
Despair is what we feed
Upon in poetry
A shock resets the nerves –
Helps remould the curves
Of written art
Catharsis helps portray –
Acting out a play
On expurgation
Tears or hidden fears
Release the bottled years
To ink a page:
The pen be our salvation.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Every Need In Me
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From shadows,
And dark places.
I've got to move...
From despairing melodies,
That keep me in such solitude...
And,
Deep dark gloomy moods!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
To open all closed windows.
And,
I've got to move...
More than two steps away from doors.
Closed within I've been.
And I've got to...
Leave behind memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me!
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me.
I've got to move.
I've got to move.
I've got to move...
From memories,
Haunting...
Every need in me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Smash The Mirror
As performed in the musical tommy
Written by pete townsend
You dont answer my call
With even a nod or a twitch
But you gaze at your own reflection!
You dont seem to see me
But I think you can see yourself
How can the mirror affect you?
Can you hear me?
Or do I surmise
That you fear me
Can you feel my temper
Rise, rise, rise, rise, rise...
Do you hear or fear or do I smash the mirror?
Do you hear or fear or do I smash the mirror?
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Partings Sorrow
Parting is a sorrow
Of which I pray we never know
For your company, your grace
Is one I wish to know forever
I’d enjoy your laughter
Filling the halls of my memories
And your smile a portrait
In the gallery of my life
No, I would not wish we part
To lose this love, forget it
I want for years to pass
And that we remain oblivious
Of partings sorrow
That which I pray we never know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Memories Won't Go Away
The music,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
Running,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
Playing piano,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
Cutting,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
Telling someone about them,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
Killing you,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
Even dying,
Won't drown,
Those memories.
And I wonder,
Why.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Mirror Mirror
Mirror mirror
You tell lies
Who put crows feet
Round my eyes?
Mirror mirror
Hanging there
Who put that grey
In my hair?
Mirror mirror
Is that me
Is that really
Me I see?
Mirror Mirror
Stop your fun
That's not me
That is my mum
Mirror mirror
Don't stare back
For it's bad luck
If you should crack
Mirror mirror
On days like these
When what I see
Doesn't please
Mirror mirror
My mood this day
Will ask you turn
The other way!
poem by Stevie Taite
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