This Fog will Enter...
This fog will enter, dim soul's declaration, in your castle
All whispers, also hopes, one-dimensionally effaced
As if whiffs of supple, distinctive streams mist's subtle
caressing touch, envious, dominant, memory erased
A shadow was whatever you have always loved, thus
non-answered, of drought one-word surmised screams
this time arrived for internal beings, behave, surpass
wounds! Asternal formal kind words, rubbed-out wicks
You expected of this fire to be extinguished, matter of wilt
A whiff! For every entity of yours to whir! A senses' drift
Your time-falsity of a buckling grine. Of my bugle blare
As if a buffoon external spirit killed my eyes in your stare
This fog will enter in your soul's castle from everywhere
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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God Of All Creation
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Let me feel the love you show,
So that I your kindness know,
Help me please to learn and grow,
Making my spirit whole.
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Let me feel your presence near,
So that I will have no fear,
And your name to so revere,
Make my spirit your goal.
God of all creation,
Enter into my soul.
Lift me up when I am down,
Take away my solemn frown,
Wrap me in a holy gown,
My spirit to thus console.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Overbird
O = Once upon the midnight enter hurry
V = Verily the hurry worry enter scurry
E = Eerily or early bird of enter Poe
R = Raven is only one huge enter Crow
B = Better to see them from the
distance of the hour glasses with
thick lenses enter Tommy use your eye
I = Intense discussion rules get broken
enter time to turn the worm over
enter into the night
R = Roman Judges rule nothing enter Rome
not one stone standing of the Jewish enter
temple now
D = Describe the Vulture in the Temple its
got wings of darkness its got red eye
with long black enter nose this time
this poem enter perfect prose
poem by Charles Hice
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Insight
My internal perimeter,
Are my external surroundings.
For if what is inside is beauty.
Then what is outside is also beauty.
If what is inside is darkness.
Then what is outside is also darkness.
The sunshine will warm your body.
Like a kind word will warm your soul.
Those that know not of true love.
Are blinded by the ways of the world.
Those that become true love.
Have vision of life eternal.
What is felt, so often is never seen.
What is seen, is almost always felt.
The eyes are the gateway to the soul.
It offers vision and insight.
For the spirit lies within.
It is only once you have gone within,
That you will never have to go without again.
These words are the promise.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Conept of the Birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.
The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn
The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.
The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.
The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.
The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.
The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The concept of the birth
What is birth? Why is it? Who causes it?
The birth is the fusion of matter and force
That came into being by accident
And since then evolves like planets revolve.
As the wind blows and the water flows
In accordance with the external force
The living things grow and reproduce
In accordance with the external force.
The fire is to burn; the life is to burn.
The burning is growth, which both of them do.
Both must feed the matter to live and grow.
Both must get the fevour of wind to burn
The conversion of matter into life
Is the action of the internal force.
The conversion of life into matter
Is the action of the external force.
The external force is the Supreme
And the internal is the soul, you may say.
They are not separate nor opposite.
The soul is the outcome of the Supreme.
The life is like water in rivers.
The body is like banks in rivers.
The water extends the river course
The banks regulate the river force.
The air fans the flame and put it out.
The God flames the life and put it out.
What happens to the flame when it is shut
That happens to the life when put to death.
The living kingdom is just like a tree
The growth of each bud is the growth of the shoot.
It grows aided by the external force
And dies thwarted by the same force.
09.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Role of Soul and Body
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Both are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is the God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Impetus of sinners
My eyes were not able to stare, actions delayed or seized
a kissed bit of neck, a response's lift, a caress long missed
Almost of a perjurer of my prime, odd self, a painter's easel,
a cross birth of desires - a fence of abandonment, a drizzle
of sea foam or tears! Of even moments, my senses surround
you, the same void remains, not to fulfill, a fortress abound...
Sea gulls weighing their flights above, lift high, a move on
and then become of air, uprising of senses, far of horizon...
Dusk! Kind of a glassy gray, the sky! Your breathing nimble,
all of another way subtle. Silences, adorned, at times feeble.
settled, tangible! All your internal spirits, one even touch...
You hushed! Was it a domain of yours? Or more to match?
Watching up high, as if you were an airy, rare adornment
or conquered in a sovereign domus of odd abandonment
of altered dimensions, a whiff of the eight winds, a probation
for accessible worlds, an even, caressed, grasped dimension.
You grasped the rock, edge of a shore, your eyes a libation,
flight of a not evident orbit, a compass' pathos, a liberation;
a cross, golden around your neck, a bless, of amable weavers
entangled! Bugles of soul, no logic of sorts, impetus of sinners.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The role of soul and body.
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Forces are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ancient Dust Of My Homeland
Spirit of Mystic Aoteaora, enter into me
Land of Long White Cloud, enter into me
Spirit of My Forebears Ancestors, enter into me
Spirit you called Legendary Fairy Folk, enter into me
Spirit of ice capped southern mountains,
rivers forests glaciers, enter into me
Spirit of this old mystic majestic land,
encapsulating my birthright, enter into me
Dark majestic nights descend
upon wild west coast beaches,
Moonlight lapping serene wave tops
sparkling with ephemeral magic
Spirit of multitudinal diverse natures
Blowing in spray blown sea breezes,
Spirit of ancient dust of my homeland
Spirit of ancient Aotearoa, enter into me
Aotearoa (pronounced [aoˌ teaˈ roa]) is the most widely known and accepted Mā ori name for New Zealand.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Intro
Now the time has come
The music's between us
Though the night seems young
Is at an end
Only change will bring
You out of the darkness
In this moment everything is born again
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Now the fireball burns
We go round together
As the planet turns into the light
Something more than dreams to
Watch out for each other
Coz we know what it means to be alive
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day enter your life
Feel the new day
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
Reach up for the sunrise
Put your hands into the big sky
You can touch the sunrise
Feel the new day enter your life
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Castles Burning
The nickels you pick up
On the long dirty road
On your way to that castle in your mind
Won't carry much weight
When the voice in your soul
Becomes louder then you
What if the castle is burning
When you finally get it in sight
Listen to the voices that matter
Don't tell me you've written of yesterday's dreams
Bloodsuckers, liars and thieves
For a paperback novel
Can show you the page
But it'll never get naked
I might as well burn all your letters
I might as well cut off your fingers
Listen to the voices that matter
Your friends in the rain
Been placed in the cage
Awaiting your prostitute smile
You think you'd be able
To scrape off your labels
In a year
You've said that before
They'll tell you it's too late to change
They'll promise you things look better
Listen to the voices that matter
For the nickels you pick up
On the long dirty road
On your way to that castle in your mind
Won't carry much weight
When the voice in your soul
Becomes louder then you
What if the castle is burning
When you finally get it in sight
I might as well burn all your letters
I might as well cut off your fingers
Listen to the voices that matter
song performed by by Nine Days
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Prohibited Heart
My heart belongs to one
and others are prohibited to enter.
You can look
but you cannot touch,
for feelings are relinquished
if you get too close.
My heart has found
a soul mate for - forever.
Others are fee to gaze
but cannot enter.
My heart is a prohibited zone
where only one can enter.
31 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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My dream wonder my wish
the soul witness my desire and the beginning
of my contentment lies down of what my life has
done, the past have already gone and wait for
another time that it will be done
none comes new, but everything goes old, what
makes it so pleasing to see and feel the tenderness
await welcoming the desire of once the heart in
viewed
it is a kind of magic that seems real to touch and the
hearts depart; like castle in the air, building though
its not there, the magic that you can't smile but you
know that you are here
just close and capture the harmony of the past as
it resembled in the heart that wish, to be in reality of
what your ecstasy would be, nay the soul wouldn't
close the journey it showed the wonder of time
that exists in the mind it resists
make your whole self reflects, like your spirit that
rejoice in good tiding it cheers, the wonder of your
dream in your great wish to come true...............
poem by Antonio Liao
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Steel Eyes
I fix my eyes on lives of steel,
Stoning the devils and demons instead;
I fix the pair of ears, after deafness
Obliterates the experience of the soul.
For I pray unto the Lord
Who answers my request if I love.
The eyes of a demon cast their stare
On the wondering faces of fear and fascination.
I do not know the reason why they touch
The loves of a man and woman in matrimony.
The living stare casts a shadow of thought
On the bliss of these two carers,
The couple of delicious doves,
A wonderful pair of prodigies in the inner
Soul, the soul that inhabited the heart
Since time immense.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Spirit Of Freedom
(realising the new world)
I know instinctively
When something is right
With no one there to save me
You came into my life
The words you whispered
Still echo in my mind
Forget about tomorrow
Forget about time
So good to be alive and touch
The spirit of freedom - in your soul
So good to breathe the air and
Feel that life is worth living
Theres no time to waste in this life
Theres no time at all
So good to see the truth and touch
The spirit of freedom
I never thought that
I could ever feel this way
To see the warmest sunlight
On a cold and rainy day
Dawn wakes the silence
And I know that I cant wait
To hear the words
I wanna say again and again
So good to be alive and touch
The spirit of freedom - in your soul
So good to breathe the air and
Feel that life is worth living
Theres no time to waste in this life
Theres no time at all
Theres no time to waste in this life
Theres no time at all
So good to be alive and touch
The spirit of freedom - in your soul
So good to breathe the air and
Feel that life is worth living
Theres no time to waste in this life
Theres no time at all
So good to be alive and touch
The spirit of freedom - in your soul
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Tela
The sky is burning in this lonely man
And I kneel by the river and I feel the sand and the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
And she comes to me in this lonely land
And looks down from the multi-beast on which she rides like the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela was born in a vulgar crooked hut
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Venomous scorn from a life of bitter toil
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Glory esteem fueled by her hatred it grew
Swelling to the point where it would
Burst at the seems there was nothing she could do
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
And I look into her eyes and my frozen heart begins to thaw
And burns, til layer after layer melts away into a pool
A sky blue mirror of her eyes
And my soul is made of marble but in her gaze I crumble into dust
And drift away on the wind
The wind from beyond the mountain
The wind from beyond the mountain
Tela grew strong from her struggle to endure
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Time touched her wounds and shelter proved the cure
In the shadow of wilsons castle
Each passing day seemed to feed the brazen serpent locked inside
And liberate the spirit shed concealed for so long
There was no place left to hide
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
Tela tela jewel of wilsons foul domain
A lullaby the breezes whisper
Tela reached out her hand and helped forbin on to the back of the multi- beast, and together they rode off into the forest.
As they rode, tela explained to him about wilson and the helping friendly book. she told the colonel that she was part of a revolution to overthrow the evil king. the leader of the revolution was a lizard named errand wolfe who was out to avenge the death of his son roger. roger, she said, had been executed by wilson at the age of fourteen on suspicion of treason. he had been abducted from his home and hung in the public square.
The two rode on in silence, deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest until they came to the outskirts of a small community. tela explained to forbin that they had reached the base of the revolutionaries. the colonel looked up and there in the center of the clearing stood errand wolfe. he was a small man but his presence was overpowering. he seemed to emit a kind of violent energy that sent chills down the colonels spine. and as the multi-beast moved towards him, he raised his fist in anger, and his voice filled the forest.
song performed by by Phish
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Our Limited Nature
our limited nature is obvious
our hands only wish for the sky
they cannot touch them short of length as they are
and so our eyes too
they cannot pierce what is behind the mist and the frost
just like our feet
that stamp only some footprints on the grass
and leave some anger behind a path
our hearts can only love what they see
our skin for what it feels
i wish to tell you
that we can go somewhere in the world of imagination
even enter the doors of fantasy
where all our senses ride on the wings of infinity
there are no limits there is no time
too much bliss that we soon forget
about us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lamp Lit Darkness In shadow Night
solo singer sang her soul songs
she sang opera upon life stage
all spell cast audience sat silently
listened silently sitting settled in chairs
listened to words in notes voice rapture
after success show was song sung over
an audience rose left slowly silent still
living echo of vibrant voice words enthrill
heard rosaceae heart opened bloomed
like life bloom song of vital rich red rose
later only I watched petal bloom free soul
after singer had cast off her formal shoes
to run barefoot in soft mist falling rain
to run through fresh puddles soft forming
in lamp lit mist darkness in shadow night
your soul free you ran bliss like a young girl
you ran vision race my heart also shared
could not contain in bound clay soul feeling
light shadow light shadow race you run
through night through many nights memory
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Vines Collide
Looking out my castle window and what do I see,
bright green vines growing up a tree.
Vines are now climbing up my screens,
they form a web to protect me.
From the Troll that lurks outside,
He lives under a bridge is where he does resides.
Now Troll was forbidden to enter the castle once again,
He did not keep his word so he lost his princess friend,
Princess Melodie who does stay inside,
looking out her window where all vines collide,
Collide into each other so they will hide,
the princess’s magic castle where you will find.
Find all sorts of magic books that she has written,
Troll wants to be in one, for he is smitten.
Yes, troll you will know,
that soon it will be sold,
the Story of how the vines did grow,
to keep you out with your Big Stubby toe.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 9,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Enter a new
Enter in to a new
It is time for you.
Weapons no use
Water no use
Wind no use
Fire no use
Even your shirt
Worn out
And no use.
Enter in to a new
It is time for you.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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