Guitar's Gravitational Groove
For Stefan and Kyle
Old acoustics that whimper and moan,
harmonics in tune with the ghosts of
homesick hounds, up all night
haunting the locomotive's nocturnal cargo.
Phantom voyagers at high tide,
singing Atlantis' lost treasures
and untold epics of the sea.
The starry horizon's lacquered eyes
crying dry twangy tears
over the harbor at midnight
the jungle's liquid thunder voodooo
channeled in amazonian currents
flowing through the blood
electric hands pass lightning streaks
'cross smooth wired neck
emitting warped metallic supernova soundwaves:
gelatinous flames melting the fabric of space
quicksilver ripples passing in the mellifluous
wind of each chords wake
mad military machine gun
free spirit finger tapping
silence's inert bubble pierced
by the swift chrome of the bullet's
fierce tongue
every eardrum quantum key
chain linked.
all bodies in hypnotic synch,
lost in the orbit of the
guitar's gravitational groove
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Scattered Notes / Shifting Scenes
Re-piecing scattered notes as the music
rises and floats, riding off toward the unseen
horizon
old soul acoustics that whimper and moan
lacquered eyes of a lost hound crying dry
twangy tears over the harbor at sunrise
pruning weeds, planting seeds
fruit ripening, petals blossoming
tending the process of growth
reaping rewards of the harvest
Just a dog riding along
passenger side with his head
out the window, tongue flapping
in the wind, trying to follow the passing world
passing second hand shops smelling of
worn leather and pass me down denim
delicate lingerie flowering like lace lilac bouquets,
sweet maidens of strawberry lane,
hips sway, feminine charms
charged with erogenous energies
grey squirrels chatter, hopping
barren brown branches
screen doors squeak
car engines ignite
frozen tether-ball pole
inert teeter totter
that neither teets nor tots
thinking...
sometimes I over obsess myself,
coming up with answers to my own riddles,
never leaving my mind a moment to enjoy
its own peace
I rest in a gulf of silence and warmth
drowned in the absoluteness of it all
I stretch, I sigh, scratch my beard and
ponder
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Gulls
When the mist drives past and the wind blows high,
And the harbour lights are dim--
See where they circle, and dip and fly,
The grey free-lances of wind and sky,
To the water's distant rim!
Like spirits possessed of a fierce delight,
A courage that cannot fail,
They face the breakers--they face the night--
The mad storm-horses are silvery white,
They ride through the bitter gale!
They seem like the souls of the long, long lost,
Who breasted the ocean-main--
Vikings whose vessels were tempest-tossed,
Voyagers who sailed, whatever the cost,
And never came home again.
Or stranger and wilder fancy--it seems
As I hear their wind-torn cry,
No birds fly there through the sun's last gleams,
But the wraiths of hopes--the ghosts of dreams
That the old sea-gods saw die.
When the mist drives past and the wind blows high,
And the harbour lights are dim--
See where they circle, and dip and fly,
The grey free-lances of wind and sky,
To the far horizon's rim.
poem by Virna Sheard
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Love Screams
love screams!
our eyes meet,
are lost in the code
of warriors tired
deep into the fray....
you dont have to talk....
i hear the whisper
of your neck,
the humming of your hands,
feel the warmness
of your spirit passing...
we have loved and lost
each other a thousand times!
i know things about you
that you dont know...
and you about me!
the pagan fires bum,
the hypnotic beat of the drums
sucks the darkness
from my last vestige of light...
you dropp your keys,
i bend down and pick them up,
hands softly brush... worlds ignite!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dead Man's Morrice
There came a crowder to the Mermaid Inn,
One dark May night,
Fiddling a tune that quelled our motley din,
With quaint delight,
It haunts me yet, as old lost airs will do,
A phantom strain:
_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,
And look in vain._
In that old wood, where ghosts of lovers walk,
At fall of day,
Gleaning such fragments of their ancient talk
As poor ghosts may,
From leaves that brushed their faces, wet with dew,
Or tears, or rain,...
_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,
And look in vain._
Have we not seen them--pale forgotten shades
That do return,
Groping for those dim paths, those fragrant glades,
Those nooks of fern,
Only to find that, of the may they knew,
No wraiths remain;
_Yet they still look, as I should look for you,
And look in vain._
They see those happier ghosts that waned away--
Whither, who knows?--
Ghosts that come back with music and the may,
And Spring's first rose,
Lover and lass, to sing the old burden through,
Stave and refrain:
_Look for me once, lest I should look for you,
And look in vain._
So, after death, if in that starless deep,
I lose your eyes,
I'll haunt familiar places. I'll not keep
Tryst in the skies.
I'll haunt the whispering elms that found us true,
The old grass-grown lane.
_Look for me there, lest I should look for you,
And look in vain._
There, as of old, under the dreaming moon,
A phantom throng
Floats through the fern, to a ghostly morrice tune,
A thin sweet song,
Hands link with hands, eyes drown in eyes anew,
Lips meet again....
_Look for me, once, lest I should look for you,
And look in vain._
poem by Alfred Noyes
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To a friend, on being asked for some verses
I thought the Soul of Song had made
This heart of mine her sepulchre;
For all her golden dreams had fled,
And I could win no note from her.
But when for thee thou bid'st her sing,
That spell dissolves her icy chain;
She slowly plumes her drooping wing,
And strikes her shattered chords again.
For more than lifeless would she be,
If thou shouldst bid her wake in vain;
And lost her chords, if still for thee
She could not wake one living strain.
For thee -- that hours of deep distress,
And days of gloom with kindness lit,
Till half I blessed the bitterness
That gave me thee to sweeten it.
For thee -- that when, despairing long,
I said, "No friend has earth for me,"
Didst bid the tones die on my tongue,
And I could utter, "only thee."
For thee -- that when my mother earth
Shall call me to her sheltering breast,
Of all I know wilt weep alone
Above my nameless place of rest.
But see! her wings refuse to fly;
Her chords are harsh from silence long;
Alas! thy gentle sorcery
Hath summoned but the ghost of Song.
She hovers o'er her living tomb,
She seeks once more her grave and chain,
As spectres haunt the midnight gloom:
Sweet friend, awake her not again.
If o'er the wind harp's gentle strings
The threatening tempest rudely flies,
It does not wake more thrilling strains --
The chords are rent, the music dies.
Thus is my harp, thus is my song --
I woo in vain its sweetness fled,
The storms have swept the chords too long,
The music of my soul is dead.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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In Memory...
No one told me the way I should feel
You left an aching heart
Lost and lonely, the feeling goes on
You were the one friend I had
You gave me so much love
Now the tears remind me youre gone
It still haunts me theres a silence
Where you used to be
It still haunts me
Just an empty space in history
It still haunts me
But life must go on, on and on
Its still haunting me
Its still haunting me
Haunting me
Haunting me
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Thunder And Lightning
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING I thought it was love
That hurt so bad,
But all of this time I was a fool being had.
Now it's the last stop for you, baby,
On my gravy train.
Well, I don't understand
How I could be so short of memory,
How I could just leave my pride in the rain.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
You played with my mind,
Baby, much too long.
You played with my head
Until all feelin' was gone.
Now I'm out of patience and money,
And my heart is numb.
You kept me in the dark,
But now I finally see some daylight.
I've got a chance.
I'm gonna run, baby, run.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
Nobody's gonna pull this thing back together.
It's too far out of hand.
If you wanna give it one more try,
Try it with another man.
[Guitar Interlude]
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobody's gonna wrap me 'round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Ain't gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
[Repeat Chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Dying is mot much of a living when your young
The prescription pills, they comfort me
Telling me not cry,
no-one says a prayer for me as it’s
Midnight I now close my eyes,
But the nights air is out here with me
Reminding me of ghost from early graves,
Singing whisky blues with gritted teeth as my
Guitar sits crying the lost soul serenade
Dying aint much of a living and
Crying is not much more of a better disguise
But when your living on the run, its too late for forgiveness
So I embrace the steel of my gun with god as my final witness
My minds unraveling constantly
The ties of haunting imagery have become undone
Concentration on the barrel,
Dying is mot much of a living when your young
poem by Daniel Richards
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Wakes The Blood
Walking alone in
the dishevelled inner space
I find peace in my failure,
an innocent patch of a silent hurt.
The futility of hollow beliefs
crawls like a spent thunder.
Truth remains unborn.
I cross a bridge where eterniry begins.
The freaks chase the shadow for a while,
the idea so excruciating
they melt in conspiracy of silence.
In oneness and suchness
the harmony drips
from infinite pores.
The seed has a history.
Lost in resonance of outer space,
now wakes the blood,
distorting the ripples.
poem by Satish Verma
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Evening With Maria.
Silence in total warfare,
Crying profusely in depth waters,
Asking where death in silence of nature was,
Refusing of compromise,
Hands of unlimited doings,
Evening with maria was.
Silence in total warfare,
Fighting over powers,
Fighting over nature,
Lost in battle field,
Crying profusely in depth waters,
Hands of in jealousy,
Evening with maria was.
Silence in total warfare whoosh,
Tried play,
Tried reasoning,
Lost in battle field,
Lost whole-fully in circled,
Hands up in conspiracy for laurel,
Evening with maria was.
Silence in total warfare,
Many told of untold sexual night,
many secret of twos,
Hands eventuality in destiny call,
Evening with maria.
Silence in total warfare,
Speaks and heard not,
Tried but queues on the ladder pole,
Loved but not in total surrender,
Hands in Death for a laurel,
Evening with maria was.
Silence in total warfare,
Must say Beautiful,
must say Beautiful!
Hands in destiny call,
Tried but lost whole-fully,
An Endless evening with Maria....
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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The Spirit Of Christmas
The star of Bethlehem was shining
Across a Palestinian sky
The Church of the Nativity was crying
And we looked on, who can tell me why?
Where are the wise men when they're wanted?
Nowhere to be seen, like thieves in the night
The desert is drifting every closer
The world won't sleep well tonight
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
The shepherds are in the fields sleeping
Waiting for a sign to light up the sky
Heaven is moving ever closer
The promise of a child born on high
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
Looking for an answer that escapes me (Love set me free!)
If there is a reason let me know (Whoa!)
Drifting slow through time and space not knowing where we are
How did we ever get this far?
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
Lost in the desert or covered in snow
Where did the spirit of Christmas go?
If you can find it, please let me know
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Fabric Of Life
the bullet rips through the night
like a needle trailing a thread of blood
mending together the fabric of my life,
but the rain is falling and drowning me in self-guilt,
as i rape the pain with angel tears shed by the dealer of design,
wondering who created this fabric of life,
my life,
torn by the hands of depression,
mended
by bullets and blood
needles and thread
as i fall into a euphoria
of tears
Copyright 2007
poem by Slam Metalpuppets
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Don't maroon yourself in sorrow
Please stop shedding tears,
for simple things such as
average scores obtained,
dejection in life, rejection of love,
selection not made for posts high
and loss of pelf or yourself.
If I open the floodgates
of my blood-curdling tales of fright,
the floods in Ganges and Sindh
will dwindle away to nothing,
and all the harrowing seas will be dwarfed
by my boundless sorrow ebbing and flowing.
If the bays of tears stored
at the bottom of my eyes,
swell and overflow,
nobody in this world with all his magic
could console me with his words of talents
or heal my wounds hurt deep at heart.
Don’t write epics for the things lost.
There are people more experienced,
with untold suffering buried
in their hearts engulfed with grief
yet beam smiles of nonchalance;
the real actors surpassing those of the films.
---
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Man and his Makers
1.
I am one of the wind's stories,
I am a fancy of the rain,-
A memory of the high noon's glories,
The hint the sunset had of pain.
2.
They dreamed me as they dreamed all other;
Hawthorn and I, I and the grass,
With sister shade and phantom brother
Across their slumber glide and pass.
3.
Twilight is in my blood, my being
Mingles with trees and ferns and stones;
Thunder and stars my lips are freeing,
And there is sea-rack in my bones.
4.
Those that have dreamed me shall out-wake me,
But I go hence with flowers and weeds;
I am no more to those who make me
Than other drifting fruit and seeds.
5.
And though I love them -mourn to leave them-
Sea, earth and sunset, stars and streams,
My tears, my passing do not grieve them . . .
Other dreams have they, other dreams.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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The Wet Lyre
Acoustics naturally set, the breeze drones on.
The wind gatheres the clouds upon
To check the thunder's pitch in tune.
The performance to be applauded high in tone.
Wind hissing to winnowing to blowing
The concert starts storming andthundering
With lightening effects the open auditorium darkening
To get drenched in heavenly drizzling.
The wind flags on and on and
The hydraulic drops get stringed
To pour into thick strands from up.
The wet lyre is fully tuned up
To sing and dance, God as the conductor,
Synchronising with wind, thunder
And ablazed lightning, stamina in full swing.
Though wet with variable pitch ongoing
Bliss the rainy lyre is so poetical
The finale makes the audience silent a while
But cheers is 'Come again another day'.
poem by Indira Renganathan
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She Gave It Away
She gave away all her love
No reason to keep it
Shed saved it for only one
But he didnt need it
And downtown the midnight circus
Hypnotised like a spinning top
Offering dreams, like the gloss magazines
She had so much to give so she gave it away
And all of the loves youve known
There must have been someone
Who gave you that starry night
And whose gonna point the finger
Only those who never known
She lost and she cried, the tears run dry
She had so much to give so she gave it away
Mary was like you and i
She remembers how she lay with him
But to the world shes just a drunken cheap trick
Red light side kick, an angel downtown
The priest calls her wednesdays
And shows her a wooden cross
He tells of the love hes found
She thinks of the one she lost
And downtown the midnight circus
Hypnotised like a spinning top
So easy to choose when theres nothing to lose
She had so much to give so she gave it away
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Homesick
(Buddy Bue, J.R. Cobb)
Guitars ring in the dead of night, sing so blue, sound so right
It makes you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man, narive sone of a foreign land
The boy's homesick
He's homesick, for days bygone
Homesick, for home sweet home
Where were you in '69, smokin' dope, drinkin' wine
Just an outlaw
Distant drums beats an old refrain, shakes your feet, pounds your brain
Like a buzzsaw
In the darkness down the hall, black-light posters on the wall
Jimi Hendrix
Someone's lost in yesterday, hazy dreams of Monterey
And Woodstock, all right
Repeat Chorus
Guitars ring in the dead of night, sing so blue, sound so right
It makes you homesick
Listen close to the guitar man, narive sone of a foreign land
The boy's homesick
He's homesick, for days bygone
Homesick, Lord, for home sweet home The boy's homesick
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Lost In You
Lost in your silence's loud beats,
I celebrate your many acheived feats.
Lost in the smile of your heart,
I yearn for your body-filled art.
Lost in the sound of your name,
I wonder when you will feel the same.
Lost in your fond friendly friendship,
I begin to fixate our courtship.
Lost in your unconditional trust,
I save your bubble from every bust.
Lost in your intimate closeness,
I worship your pure holiness.
Lost in your soul's spiritual presence,
I marvel in your every ounce's essence.
Lost in your everlasting love,
I fly with your spirit's every dove.
Lost in you I am wherever,
I vow to be lost forever.
poem by Suraj Samtani
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Thunder & Lightning
I thought it was love
That hurt so bad,
But all of this time I was a fool being had.
Now its the last stop for you, baby,
On my gravy train.
Well, I dont understand
How I could be so short of memory,
How I could just leave my pride in the rain.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobodys gonna wrap me round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Aint gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
You played with my mind,
Baby, much too long.
You played with my head
Until all feelin was gone.
Now Im out of patience and money,
And my heart is numb.
You kept me in the dark,
But now I finally see some daylight.
Ive got a chance.
Im gonna run, baby, run.
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobodys gonna wrap me round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Aint gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
Nobodys gonna pull this thing back together.
Its too far out of hand.
If you wanna give it one more try,
Try it with another man.
[guitar interlude]
No more thunder and lightning.
Nobodys gonna wrap me round their finger.
No more thunder and lightning.
Aint gonna let you treat me like a prisoner.
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Stillness Of The Night
Midnight on the hill I heard the thunder fill
The stillness of the night
It hit me like a slap, youre never comin back
From the stillness of the night
It was never black or white, neither wrong or right
Like the shadow of a full moons light
I knew wed lost the track, when I heard the lightning crack
The stillness of the night
Chorus
In the stillness of the night
Thats when well make it right
We can stop the thunder till the light
In the stillness of the night
I know you think you hear, those voices in your ear
In the stillness of the night
But Ive tried to make it clear theres nothing left to fear
Just the stillness of the night
And if you listen hard you might find the reason for your fright
Just the wind is high tonight
And the danger we must face is the anger of this race
In the stillness of the night
Chorus
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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