My luck was going first
My luck was going first
Your face is a token of impiety for heavens' realms
And your form, a drosometer, counts my open arms
Ccorpus of the other worlds a false-key, to paradisos
decline of up-streams instinctive priorities to abyssos
An deep inhale of perfume, inspired my auto-aesthesy
it was a God to expire me upon your spirit's ecstasy.
Non bearing my uppish stand, forever strange of you
Supercilious, albeit absurd, expedite my morning dew
My souls convection transmits on winds' caressing
languages of strange forms, expire years of sensing
Excursions of my altered souls, latent worlds inside
Unequal destinies of, I refused, describing of Hades
Knight of gallantry remains on stand, there to abide
Prime promises adjoin of souls, impetus on your side
[Which was that name of yours, I never thought to ask
My luck was going first, on your land's soil to collapse]
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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There is a small glen in the clouds
There is a small glen in the clouds
where cumulus receive nice forms,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Up there the Sun his golden crowns,
faithful rises to brighten morns,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Strong currents sing solitude's sounds,
on glen souls bare of painful thorns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
The winds affray in gray surrounds;
air streams repeat some lyric calls,
there is a small glen in the clouds.
Beholden soul on glen, astounds,
a dream is remnant while it mourns,
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
Souls rise on glen to feast in bounds,
air callithumps atop the knolls,
there is a small glen in the clouds;
enthralled souls fly, on heavens grounds.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Celebrate The News
Hello
My luck was so bad
I thought I used up all the luck I had
Everytime I thought I'd get it on
Someone put me on
There's been a change
Beautiful and strange
My life's gone through a change
Somehow I know (somehow I know)
Bad luck's in the past
All good things here at last
So now we'll grow
There's been a change
Mmmmm
Bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
I got news for you
There ain't no blues
I got news for you
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
I got news for you
There ain't no blues
I got news for you
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
I got news for you
There ain't no blues
I got news for you
No bad luck (no more)
No bad luck (no more)
Listen to the boys loud and clear
Come on folks withstand you fears
Sail away the choice is yours you choose
Celebrate the news
There ain't no blues
Come on, come on, come on
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Heart Open To The Distant
in my heart in the darkness of all our souls in the looks of the eyes of those that cannot see anythign far or near in the sky up in old and distant worlds from far and away in the sweetest on the darkest night the brightest stars shine with an open heart you see everything bravery truth honor and freedom the beautiful sites that are open tonight on the farthest worlds u go to travel onward and upward forever and farther and on and on with an open heart u r beautiful ur sweet everyone likes you they adore you all this and that is true even admire you i do not but anyfiner soul deserves such other then you in all the heavens the angels sing your name into eternity ur name will forever be called with an open heart that will always be full of grace and goodness of you
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Christmas Eve: 1872
Peace in the snowy breast,
O cloud from storm at rest!
Peace in the winds that sleep
Upon the deep.
Peace in the starry height:
Peace infinite,
Through all the worlds that move
Within His love.
O! all sad hearts, that be
On land or on the sea,
God’s peace with you rest light
This Christmas night!
And with the souls that stand
In that dear land
Where pain and all tears cease,
Most perfect peace!
poem by Ina D. Coolbrith
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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When 2 Souls Touch
It's a natural feeling
And it always comes easy
Like a gentle summer breeze
Blowing softly through my mind
When I feel the sensation
It's not a one night temptation
With an imprint of your love
That will linger for all times
Now your touching secret places
No ones touched before
And I wanna feel you deep inside
Forever mi amour
Baby when 2 souls touch (when our souls touch)
There's no way that you can escape from the rush (the rush)
I'm under your power just like a flower (I'm ready baby)
Who's ready to open up
When 2 souls touch
ooohhhhhhhh
haaaaaaaaa
For your love that i'm living
All the joy that your giving
The new light in my life
Prayed for you so many nights
There's no words to express it
So i'd rather not dress it
Like the shadows on the wall
Speak they eliquence of love
Now your touching secret places
No ones touched before
And I wanna feel you deep inside
Forever mi amour
Baby when 2 souls touch (Baby...The way you touch me yea)
There's no way that you can escape from the rush (No way there's no way boo)
I'm under your power just like a flower (Under your power)
Who's ready to open up
When 2 souls touch
Loving you constantly
Seems to be all i need
My only thought
My one desire
When your loves deep inside
Feels so good i could cry
Tears of joy
Like raindrops from the sky
From my eyes
song performed by by Olivia
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What’s Luck?
Luck is something that comes, not so often;
Luck is an occurrence in life, quite rare;
Luck’s unpredictable phenomenon;
Luck is a devil that is rarely kind!
Luck’s the last thing one should ev’r depend on;
Luck cannot simply come to all always;
Luck can’t work magic without labor hard;
Luck is futile if basic things aren’t done.
Luck is a make-up that needs a good face;
Luck’s a pretty dame with contours and shape;
Luck is an element of great surprise;
Luck is not the usual way, world goes by!
Luck is the decoration on a cake;
Luck’s a factor that clicks for some at times;
Luck isn’t the first thing, we trust any time;
Perseverance is key to success prime.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-23-2009
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Save Our Souls
Black angels laughing in the city streets
Street toys scream in pain and clench their teeth
The moonlight spotlights all the city crime
Got no religion,
Laugh while they fight
Save our souls for the heavens
For a life so good it sure feels bad
Save our souls for the heavens
Save our souls for the promised land
Sweet tarts play the game and shoot to thrill
Runnin free through the trash, dressed to kill
The midnight show-stoppers, its a funny money game
A hundred thousand bleeding hearts, put us in our graves
Save our souls for the heavens
For a life so good it sure feels bad
Save our souls for the heavens
Save our souls for the promised land
Its been the hard road, edge of an overdose
No matter how high youre still too low
Ive been the dancer, the wicked romancer
Its a never-ending nightmare, edge of disaster
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Plus Ultra
Far beyond the sunrise and the sunset rises
Heaven, with worlds on worlds that lighten and respond:
Thought can see not thence the goal of hope's surmises
Far beyond.
Night and day have made an everlasting bond
Each with each to hide in yet more deep disguises
Truth, till souls of men that thirst for truth despond.
All that man in pride of spirit slights or prizes,
All the dreams that make him fearful, fain, or fond,
Fade at forethought's touch of life's unknown surprises
Far beyond.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Rings Of Alloyage
Rings of Alloyage
The sky rains, on plains and souls,
Lady of then, is under the foliage,
gallivants feasts, rings of alloyage
are a betrothal bond, prime extol.
Arcanum noble lady, for me waits,
inside the forest, to adorn my light,
comes in the mizzle drops to write,
an ode sings passing the straights;
(Bright who passed the rocks lays
on sky trajectories, ether's streams;
when light passes thru his dreams;
they say he shines as Helios rays ;)
Up there his radiance vivid projects,
aloof grieved souls feel his affection;
the winds engage in this convection
her beatific glance, virtues reflects.
Skilled air musicians send modes,
when forest foliage moves in Auster;
rain comes in my solitude to foster,
and recite my poems as winter nods.
And there, of angel icons she trails,
gathers responses from years back,
she cares luminous to avidly track,
white horizons, mizzens and sails.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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A feather dances
A feather flies in soft draught to fiddle,
in a smiling trajectory of blue twiddle,
pilots curves of a movement random,
like air traveler to Heavens' stardom.
Moves away earth's blurry apparition,
above roofs, flies on benign cognition
playing along in air-streams of Zephyr,
to flirt with Amadryads odes on lyre.
Splendid glaze, with Spirits turmoiling,
caressing whiffs upon mere earthlings,
where feather is favored by tailwinds,
when women dream in embracing glints.
It streams above Ocean, with Naiads,
to accord a lullaby, and bluish myriads
of waves to maneuver oscillating along,
the ocean where air whistles a song!
An anabatic flow takes it higher, to bevy,
in worlds to stand in raindrops heavy,
where spirits who remained last, bemoan,
a feather flies amid tears of souls gone!
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Weird
Isnt it weird. isnt it strange.
Even though were just two strangers on this runaway train
Were both trying to find a place in the sun
Weve lived in the shadows, but doesnt everyone
Isnt it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes
Isnt it hard. standing in the rain.
Youre on the verge of going crazy and your hearts in pain
No one can hear though youre screaming so loud
You feel all alone in a faceless crowd
Isnt it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
Sitting on the side. waiting for a sign. hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So you dont stand out. and you dont fit in. weird.
Sitting on the side. waiting for a sign. hoping that my luck will change.
Reaching for a hand that can understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world if youre different you cant win.
So you dont stand out and you dont fit in. weird.
Isnt it strange how we all feel a little bit weird
Strange, how we all get a little bit.
Strange, cause were all just a little bit weird sometimes.
song performed by by Hanson
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Kiss My Soul
If that morning would be my ideal incredible realness,
In a forgotten time of the telluric and most desirable land
Your certain love would come to utter my vivid happiness
Kissing closed eyelids, caressing them with your tender hand.
We would wait for the mercy of our dearest Lord Christ Jesus
Who quintessentially has freed us from our sins by his blood
Purifying incessantly our souls by our obedience to the truth
Greeting one another so deeply with the kiss of our love
I would still be sleepy and I would be like a squatting deer,
Twilight unequivocal zone would be in its dim lighting resilience,
Always tossing in between these two worlds of virtual and real
And His love would fulfill fascinatingly our benevolent radiance.
Your soul would penetrate totally my soul with your embrace
The intangible feelings would turn into tangible unequivocal shivers,
The old world changing, to the new world of whispers yielding place
Being enlightened by our eternity that these two worlds dissevers
Waking up with our ideas as enclosed beneath souls entwined,
Metamorphosing both of us, melting our inexpressible sorrow,
We would awake for forgiveness, our glittering souls being absolved,
I would know how deep is your love, I would have hope for tomorrow.
When our shining sunbird into the horizon would fly and disappear
And the sun would rise by reflecting a thousand colors in the water
Pervading a realm of space from our empyrean dreams, drying the tear
Understanding that if you're no longer alive, it does not matter.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Luck Of The Irish
Ok, one, two, three, one two, three
If you had the luck of the irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.
You should have the luck of the irish,
And you'd wish you was english instead.
A thousand years of torture and hunger,
Drove the people away from their land.
A land full of beauty and wonder
Was raped by the british brigands!
Goddamned!
Goddamned!
If you could keep voices like flowers,
There's be shamrock all over the world.
If you could drink dreams like irish streams,
Then the world would be as high as the mountain of morn.
In the 'pool they told us the story
How the english divided the land.
Of the pain and the death and the glory
And the poets of auld eireland.
If we could make chains with the morning dew,
The world would be like galway bay.
Let's walk over rainbows like leprechauns,
The world would be one big blarney stone.
Why the hell are the english there anyway?
As they kill with god on their side!
Blame it all on the kids and the i.r.a.
As the bastards commit genocide!
Aye! aye!
Genocide!
Okay!
You should have the luck of the irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.
You should have the luck of the irish,
And you'd wish you was english instead.
One more time!
You should have the luck of the irish,
You'd be sorry and wish you were dead.
You should have the luck of the irish,
And you'd wish you was english instead,
Hey, yes, you'd wish you were english instead.
- "thank you!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Worlds Greatest
I am a mountain.
I am a tall tree.
Oh I am a swif wind sweeping the country.
I am river down in the valley.
Oh I am a vision, I can see clearly.
If any one asks you who I am just stand up tall look them in the face and say..
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest*m
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it, mm
Im the worlds greatest.
I am a giant.
I am a egale.
Oh I am a lion down in the jungle
I am a marching band
I am the people
I am heavin head
I am a hero
If any one asks you who I am just stand up tall look them in the face and say..
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
Ohh
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Is It Luck?
My socks and shoes always match
Is it luck?
Theres a foot at the end of each of my legs
Is it luck? I can play my bass for you
Is it luck? some gals like to kiss my face
Is it luck? is it luck?
There was food inside your mouth today
Is it luck? your barber cuts your hair just so
Is it luck? when the taste of sex is on your lips
Is it luck? is it luck?
Cyanide works oh so fast
Is it luck? polyester makes you sweat
Is it luck? if a graham cracker gets you off
Is it luck
Love. love?
Is it luck? is it luck?
(additional lines: she said she wanted my body not my mind so i
Showed her my dictionary to show the words that I know and how
Loquacious I can be when I set my mind down to it, and she wasnt
Impressed. she wasnt impressed at all.
song performed by by Primus
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And his poems have other poems
And his poems have other poems
Hidden, camouflaged inside them, as through the holocaust
Men hid within other men's homes, and workplaces,
And women within other women's closets, and dressing rooms
As a woman would hide her babe
First within her womb, and then inside her very heart
So his heart-poems reside and procreate in darkness, in hiding,
Spin their souls together to weave the spiders tale, and into
The famished strings of singing wormholes, which orbit
The always living, and the once-quickened dead;
From whence one day the spirit shall stride out; spin out
At his soft call, to take the percolating universe
By latent storm of surprise, and do a souls-token worth of battle
Only in silken strings of love's long-suffering silence.
poem by Patti Masterman
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The Kiss I Left
i love you.....
words seem hollow
after so much time...
time lived together,
two souls wrapped in one spirit...
two hearts that cannot beat
without the other...
train wrecks, stars collide,
and yet the light remains...
and the dust of worlds destroyed
forms the beginning again and again...
who are you without me?
who am i without you?
night cannot be without day....
this fire returns from ashes....
the simple brush of hands,
eyes meeting whisper
the secrets of cosmos......
wind softly blowing the shutter closed,
yet the window is always open!
the kiss i left on your eyelids
as you slept.... the smile
your dreaming left on my longing....
small indentions in the pillow....
the first fire in the ancient cave
that remains after time has gone!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Angels
The further you get, the better you see
Ooh yeah, it all goes on and on, infinitely
The closer you are, the better you see
Oh, within, within, there is infinity
worlds within worlds within worlds within worlds
Let your soul take you higher
There are no bounds
Let your soul take you higher
(chase your fire)
(out of love, with empty souls)
Oh look back from the stars and see we are dust
It all goes on and on and we are the dust
So why don't we laugh, and why-
why don't we sing...
in endless chords and harmonies
We're angels, dancing 'round
(repeat chorus to fade)
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Victims Of Circumstance
They stand bewildered by all that goes around them,
living within their own little worlds,
which we cannot even understand.
These victims of circumstance stand.
We all look on and bow our heads,
when they bury victims of war,
but turn away whenever we see
these poor lost souls.
Some are there because of defects at birth,
others the aftermath of disease,
while others involved in accidents,
and left to suffer humiliation.
The brain is a wonderful thing,
when it functions properly,
functioning wrong its host
is charged with insanity.
There are those who are violent,
and in institutions are the only life they will ever see.
Others have strange ways, and act in a childlike manner be.
While others need constant attention, because of hardly any brain activity.
All are victims of circumstance,
beyond anyone’s control.
They would live a normal life,
if they had a choice to be.
They are victims shunned by society,
who say they are a blight, on our lives,
and locked away out of sight,
every one of them should be.
No one wants to associate with them;
their only friends are of their own kind.
They look out with pleading eyes,
for someone who may be kind.
The names they are called are hurtful,
yet they do not understand.
These poor lost souls
only ask for a helping hand.
Those who have worked with the mentally ill,
will tell you, not all of them are stupid.
They can feel just like us, love, hurt and pain.
Some can do what we call menial tasks
and others look after themselves.
Sadly, some do need to be institutionalized
because they are dangers to themselves or others,
and some have to be there for the constant attention that they need.
Yet others because they look somewhat strange,
and do childish things at times.
They are all labelled under an umbrella,
and simply called insane.
But, for the grace of God,
we might have walked with them there,
these victims,
victims of circumstance.
18 - 19 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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