To pen you down
I do not know how
to pen you down
in this few characters on paper
and to try and draw you here and now
with golden eyes cutting through me
by them selves
and lie like suns on the horizon,
with a faith in the Lord
that is straight like pink hollyhocks
or an exclamation sign
and a heart that is softer
than a human
should have
and I do not know
how to burn your image in here,
you with your halo
which only a holy one could have.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Preparatory Meditations - First Series: 6.
(Canticles 2:1. The Lily of the Valleys)
Am I Thy gold? Or purse, Lord, for Thy wealth;
Whether in mine or mint refined for Thee?
I'm counted so, but count me o'er Thyself,
Lest gold-washed face, and brass in heart I be.
I fear my touchstone touches when I try
Me, and my counted gold too overly.
Am I new-minted by Thy stamp indeed?
Mine eyes are dim; I cannot clearly see.
Be Thou my spectacles that I may read
Thine image do upon me stand,
I am a golden angel in Thy hand.
Lord, make my soul Thy plate: Thine image bright
Within the circle of the same enfoil.
And on its brims in golden letters write
Thy superscription in an holy style.
Then I shall be Thy money, Thou my hoard:
Let me Thy angel be, be Thou my Lord.
poem by Edward Taylor
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Holy Is The Lord
Holy is your name, in all the earth I worship you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I come to you
Holy is your name, in all the earth I sing to you
Holy, Holy, Holy is your name
Holy are you Lord, I come before your throne and bow
Holy are you Lord, I come into your presence now
Holy are you Lord I listen to the angels sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Holy are you Lord, my heart it leaps within my chest
Holy are you Lord, Its in your arms I find my rest
Holy are you Lord, the saints around the world they sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
Now listen to the saints, they sing Holy are you Lord
Now listen to them cry to you, Holy are you Lord
There is a cry around the world, they lift their voice and sing
Holy, Holy, Holy are you Lord
I come before your throne to sing, Holy is your name
I come before your throne to sing, I'll never be the same
Pour our out your fire of love on me, this is what I sing
Holy, Holy, to the risen King
poem by Frank McEleny
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Open The Eyes Of My Heart
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
To see you high and lifted up,
Shining in the light of your glory.
Lord, Pour out your power and love,
As we sing holy, holy, holy.
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
To see you high and lifted up,
Shining in the light of your glory.
Lord, Pour out your power and love,
As we sing holy, holy, holy.
Holy, holy, holy
(You are)
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
I want to see you.
Holy, holy, holy
(You are)
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
I want to see you.
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see you, I want to see you.
I want to see you.
I want to see you...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Open The Eyes Of My Heart
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
Open the eyes of my heart, Lord
Open the eyes of my heart
I want to see You
I want to see You
To see You high and lifted up
Shinin' in the light of Your glory
Pour out Your power and love
As we sing holy, holy, holy
(Repeat two more times)
Holy, holy, holy
We cry holy, holy, holy
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to see you
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
You are holy, holy, holy
I want to see you
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy,
I want to see you
(Repeat five more times)
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Golden Blue
Moonlight shimmering,
Glass of reflection
Lies reflecting on the pane,
Into our very eyes.
Her blue eyes shining with the pain of one thousand years,
Her golden hair ragged, from years of ware.
Mirrors reflect the image of our world.
Windows see through our blank expressions.
If that Golden Blue can't find you,
Wrench your heart,
The tears of suffering and torture,
The blue eyes of a cracked life,
Of loss, suffering, and depression,
A life that is lost.
If you can blankly stare at the face of death,
And feel no emotion,
If you can watch pain and laugh,
and still, feel no emotion.
You are anything but human. A person.. not worthy of a title.
A world's dying gasp, a human's pulse gone.
Mass murder, Genocide, is there nothing we can't do?
Just to please ourselves, and find love through hate.
Eyes of blue, shimmering with a thousand years of pain,
Golden hair faded from ware,
Star of David, hanging from her sunburned neck,
Dangling there, as a sign of:
Dignity, Bravery, Hope, and Severity.
What sign, is there better, to represent young Golden Blue?
~ Holocaust Remembrance Week~
The Image
Written by: richard marx & fee waybill
Hope you dont believe a word
Of all the things I know youve heard about me
Really just a pack of ies
You see the truth before your eyes around me
Hard to keep it straight
The real from the ruse
Probably way too late
What can I do, but its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Would it be too much to ask
That you could just gvie me the chance to prove it
Or would it only be a waste of time
To try to make you change your mind and use it
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
song performed by by Richard Marx
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A wold made of pink
It's just a new obsession
A color which makes me go insane
Pink is not any kind of fiction
Pink always helps me gain
Faith, confidence and everything I need
Trust, joy and a bit of laughter
This color helps me succeed
Pink is the color of my eyes
Only when I look at you
Pink makes me an angel in disguise
It's the color which brings joy to me and my crew
Pink is a color so mighty, so great
Pink is the color my face
Turns when I'm late
Pink is the color which nothing can replace
It's the color which I can't stop thinking of
Neither day nor night
Pink symbolizes my love
Pink is the color of the light
Which shines in my heart for you
It's the color of a wonderland
This color shouldn't be withdrew
It's the color of my imaginary sand
Pink is the color my cat wants to be
Pink is the color of the sun which shines
Pink is the color the world can see
Pink is the color which gives me signs
poem by Mia Peterson
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PINK and GOLD Ribbons
These are the thoughts as my eyes see
Pink and gold ribbons calling me.
In the early morning rising I run to my window
And peer toward the far horizon
To see ribbons in the sky delighting my eye,
Bands of pink outlining oak and evergreen
This is the prettiest sight I've ever seen.
The pink precedes golden ribbons now appearing
Stretching wider into bands of color nearing
The onset of the sun so big, bright and beautiful
In daily praise and thanksgiving I am dutiful.
On a cloud-filled morning, no sun adorning
I know far above the gray and stormy cloud
Are angels in joyful chorus aloud
Waiting for me to join in their singing
And my own soul finds itself winging
Through the clouds, through pink ribbons
Through golden bands toward the Son
When my earthly life is done
My soul He has won.
Such are the thoughts as my eyes see
Pink and gold ribbons calling me.
© Mel Patterson,1-2-08
poem by Mel Patterson
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Holy, Holy, Holy
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee;
Holy, holy, holy, merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
Holy, holy, holy! All the saints adore Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea;
Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee,
Who was, and is, and evermore shall be.
Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee,
Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may not see;
Only Thou art holy; there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love, and purity.
Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty!
All Thy works shall praise Thy Name, in earth, and sky, and sea;
Holy, holy, holy; merciful and mighty!
God in three Persons, blessed Trinity!
song performed by by Amy Grant
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How Long O' Lord
How Long O’ Lord
How Long O’ Lord?
How long o lord
How long did you steal your eyes towards the sunrise
waiting to glimpse your sons shadow on the horizon.
How long o lord
How long will you love the hypocrites and the rapists, the sadist and the satanist
How long will you love this prodigal people who deal in excess of everything especially their exodus,
From you
How long will you strain your gaze as the suns rays fail and fall behind you
So instead of letting another day die with your dream of reconciliation
You hold the son high in the sky above you
Making it burn bright as a beacon for all of those who Love you
The beacon that before the world began you spoke life into
How long before
you no longer long for
This violent people both broken and beaten
This volatile person
Spiritually marred beyond recognition.
How Long O’ Lord?
I am Desperate
I am alone
But Lord, this description does not fit
As tissue cleaves from rendered bone
My true description filled with shit
My only excuse as mangled as my brain
The tan wall has a soft pink stain
Im done with striving im done with strife
Im done with sighing im don’t with life
The metal cool against my face
The run is hard
How long the race?
How cold the river?
How wide the ford?
How cool the trigger?
How long O’ Lord?
6 hours
Hanging on a tree
Whispers of forgiveness
screaming your love for me
I’m here, here I am
Look that lion is this lamb
I’m here, I’m here, look and see
That when you felt alone
I came down
I was raised on this cross
so we could be-
together
poem by Onoma Eirene
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2010/07/08 Opalescent
I like covering my notebooks with interesting paper
now I know why – because I want it to resemble my
idea of a positive aura, my clothes have the same
function, this is why I cried when Linah destroyed
my purple top
Today I found the perfect paper to create my aura, I
am not pure enough for a clear golden light, but purple
with pink and silver and yellow and white, with patterns
of butterflies, is just the right combination to entice me
to a special aura
If I could sew I would have created these covers from
shimmering fabrics to make them long-lasting, I would
have made bohemian dresses in purple, dark blue and
white with silver sparkles - I went to the craft shop to
stare at shiny ribbons
To decide on the perfect aura, I am in a purple-and-pink-
shining highlights phase, always finished with silver sparkles
to create the effect of iridescent reflection, I love clarity and
golden sunbeams, snowdrops with an opalescent sheen - I
wish I could dress according to my
Auric dreams – but wings would do just fine, I am sure the
halo around heads is the nimbus represented in
old-fashioned portraits of saints…
poem by Margaret Alice
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Grey
You always say
That your life's been thrown away
That's why you turn to a man upstairs
And pray he'll save you everyday
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Long years go by
As you still sit to wonder why
Your voice can't scream out loud
And your mind's been trapped inside
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Burn yourself down
Bring yourself down
Burn yourself down
Bring yourself down
You know I'm drowning in myself
Drowning in myself
You know I'm drowning in myself
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Don't come around no more
Save your soul in the eyes of the lord
Burn yourself down
Bring yourself down
Burn yourself down
Bring yourself down
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
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Three Words
There wasn’t anything left, except a ray of hope
That ray of hope was so strong that it took control of me.
So strong that my eyes would not see.
Hope is the foundation of the human race
Hope is the foundation that can never be replaced.
Hope can be as strong as love, for it is given to us from above.
I found out something which I always knew
That where there is hope, faith follows too.
And with the faith then comes love
And it fills your heart like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
It pounds in your chest like the waves against the shores.
You feel the goose bumps travel
from your head to your toes.
And that is when those three words show.
Those three special words that are
Imbedded in our hearts and soul.
Those three words can be taken
whichever way you like.
The father, the son, the holy ghost
Hope comes with the father
Faith comes with the son
Love comes with the holy ghost
And all these simply say to
The LORD up above
I LOVE YOU.
So which three do you choose?
And if you don’t choose any, then you lose.
poem by Louis Rams
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Stories Of Hope Series #6 Three Words
There wasn’t anything left, except a ray of hope
That ray of hope was so strong that it took control of me.
So strong that my eyes would not see.
Hope is the foundation of the human race
Hope is the foundation that can never be replaced.
Hope can be as strong as love, for it is given to us from above.
I found out something which I always knew
That where there is hope, faith follows too.
And with the faith then comes love
And it fills your heart like nothing you’ve ever felt before.
It pounds in your chest like the waves against the shores.
You feel the goose bumps travel
from your head to your toes.
And that is when those three words show.
Those three special words that are
Imbedded in our hearts and soul.
Those three words can be taken
whichever way you like.
The father, the son, the holy ghost
Hope comes with the father
Faith comes with the son
Love comes with the holy ghost
And all these simply say to
The LORD up above
I LOVE YOU.
So which three do you choose?
And if you don’t choose any, then you lose.
poem by Louis Rams
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In The Early Morning [2]
In the early morning
dew covers every piece of grass and flower
and I see green sprouts in the soft ground
that appears after the first rain,
some grow luxuriant and others are slender and fine.
Some dew covers every piece of grass and flower,
and new buds appear
on long green stems,
some grow luxuriant and others are slender and fine.
in an aromatic existence.
At dark red roses and pink hollyhocks
on long green stems,
butterflies appear new from there metamorphoses
while the sun spreads its yellow-golden rays,
at dark red roses and pink hollyhocks
bees and butterflies fly to and thro
in the early morning
while the sun spreads its yellow-golden rays
and I see green sprouts in the soft ground.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Why not elevate the appreciation to a higher more delicate and softer shade?
higher than the eagle
softer than the cotton
higher, higher than the cliff
softer, softer than the clouds
higher, higher, higher than the highest mountain
softer, softer, softer than the dust of the galaxies
do you feel it now? do you know where the apex is?
do you hear the sound of that vast empty space?
is that what you are looking for? now tell me if i have to go
back inward, inward, inside my heart, inside the molecular structures
of my blood corpuscle, the intricacies of my nerve endings,
the neurons, the positrons, the smallest particle possible inside us
do you feel it too? what do you see in there? is it not the same emptiness
that you have seen out there? now tell me where to go next? now, miss,
tell me what to do next? and i will always do it for you with all my love
with all my human kindness, with all my innate gladness.
tell me if i am lost, tell me if i have to give up hope, tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Edge Of Night
I stand alone, ashore before
The suns inevitable quench.
My eyes absorb the golden brown
Horizon melting into night.
The teasing tide touches my feet
Like a juvenile game of tag.
My hurried mind futilely fights
The suns descending final dip
That will take with it the beauty
And my reasons for being here.
The darkened clouds in the twilight
Loom like rudderless ships at sea;
And not unlike the seeming ships
I disappear into the night.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Lesson in Perspective #1
Art students learn early on
what perspective means
by dint of practice
ONE POINT PERSPECTIVE
An imaginary vanishing point
on the horizon takes on life
as students draw vertical lines
angling toward a meeting
at some distant point
far off the drawing paper
TWO POINT PERSPECTIVE
Pencil and straight edge
suffice as students put
pencil to paper drawing
cylinders in square boxes
like skeletons in coffins
floating on white sheets
STILL LIFE HOMEWORK
Lesson ends as students
are assigned to draw
a study done in pen
and india ink
of three cylinders
transformed into creamer,
cup and coffee pitcher
nestled together
in a still life
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Halo
Bright light city
Youre her religion
Superstars in their own private movie
Play just like children
Lies that take her
Places shes never seen
The kiss and tell of it all
To her it seems so obscene
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
For their blindness
She sees much further
Like on a wide-screen viewing
Going down on her
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
Halo, halo, halo, halo
Halo, halo, halo, halo
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
For she has a halo
She has a halo
song performed by by Texas
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Halo
Bright light city
Youre her religion
Superstars in their own private movie
Play just like children
Lies that take her
Places shes never seen
The kiss and tell of it all
To her it seems so obscene
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
For their blindness
She sees much further
Like on a wide-screen viewing
Going down on her
Shes so pretty
Her hair is a mess
We all love her
To that we confess
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
Halo, halo, halo, halo
Halo, halo, halo, halo
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She has a halo
We really do adore her
For she has a halo
Can we touch her
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
She believes in everything
She believes in nothing, in everything
For she has a halo
She has a halo
song performed by by Texas
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