Heart's Playlist
Panoramic sky motions mirror lucid
imagination creates placid mental pictures
serene incubation within the atmospheric bubble
Love in a mist of budding baby blue eyes
hearing only the electric buzz
of the cicadas remote hum
Suburbs bathed in dream-
….?) * * * like shades
: : : : *: : : : : : : : *: : : :
surreal azure indigo haze
wild diamond stallions
the light sends forth
its stable fleet
shimmering stillness
shaken by
the halcyon trot
of silent hooves
moment set free
from time
Time with all its florid offerings
canvassing petals of prismatic paint
welding torch of all the years
forward forging life force
well worked and accomplished
never ceasing (and yet)
always at peace
Celestial semen impregnates
the moist skyline of dawn
Clouds descend and spread themselves out
across sleeping suburban rooftops
Particles of dream resume their daily patterns
Brush of wind flowing through the leaves of backyard trees,
mimicking sounds of smooth crashing waves,
whispering the regenerate self contained secret of the soul.
Morning dew sipped from the evening primrose,
sun flowering crown of yellow flame,
lonesome reminders, letters of lost love,
outside light cast upon dusty window sills,
fragrant pores of the earth quell carnal thirst,
everything cool breeze, calm within my glassy gaze
each passing face flavored individual unique,
each equal in appeal, communicating indelible
delights to my eyes.
keeping happy thoughts, humming hopeful tunes,
for as long as your body is able,
heart beating, healthy breathing,
always without repose,
forever keep on singing.
fill to to the fullest the heart's play-list
with spontaneous love and life lyrics
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Fill Heart-Playlist with Spontaneous Life Lyrics
panoramic sky cloud motions
placid mental pictures create
lucid pure imagination
dreams of ethereal escape
heroes and heartbreak
harmony and horror
humility and so much hurt
serpents and doves
venomous fangs
skyward fluttering wings
adrenaline highs abysmal lows
passion pleasure pain
depression despondency dependency
deepening inner disdain
moving beyond
reality acceptance
realization bridges
gaps sympathetic
forging forever forward
repentance forgiveness
last chances broken vows
new beginnings final goodbyes
regrets and lies
sadness in a pretty girls voice or child's eyes
sadness amounting from any living being
from these happenings I cannot turn away my eyes
all paying dues
sure as the sun rises
above the morning dew
each day life continues
a fresh chance to start anew
observing with fond ease
everything cool breeze
within the calm gaze
of my glassy eye
each passing face
flavored individual unique
each equal in appealing
incommunicable delights
traveling to my senses
keeping happy thoughts
humming hopeful tunes
for as long as your body is able
healthy and breathing
always without repose
always forever keep on singing
fill to to the fullest
the heart's play-list
with spontaneous life lyrics
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Wondrous Budding Ever Loving Garden
The day's circular saw compact
welding torch of all the years
forward forging life force
cosmic mineral earth
the grains of pure charity
golden wheat of a clear light horizon
pastoral winds whisper the regenerate
self contained
secret of the soul
great water crest womb of time's garden
sprouting seeds sown
serene incubation
within the atmospheric bubble
well worked and accomplished
our dirt
living under the firm handed
fingernail sheild belonging
to the breathless
gentle touch soft stroke
creator
never ceasing (and yet)
always at peace
element's vast eternal sleep
O! such a wonderous and hungry
garden
(wonder not which garden)
our garden always
this garden of ever budding love
let us tend to the roots with spring's
mothering evergreen
well spring essence of
Eden's eternity
fresh winds of aware open air
and our common hands of earthen compassion
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Surreal Light of Halcyon Dawn
Trembling,
squinting out
into the night
silence awaits
fresh air
peace of mind
the forgotten hour
I step out
taking my first
forward stride
too preoccupied
with the next
I nearly trip -
reaching the hand rail
to regain my balance
Ah exultant release
feel it in the blood
resonating from the
deep chambers
of the lungs
Freedom to breathe
out 'neath the stars
Street lamps
smile
electric
ear to ear
overhead eye
newschannel
chopperblades
stir the silence
whurring
through the northern skies
swimming pools of
summer air tranquility
sable wings perch dive
fluttering fearlessly
silverfish aquarium frozen
liquid mirrors of the night
surfacing god's glassy ocean
pen lullaby by
lunar night light
oil spill foliage
obscuring margin
and line
cant see a word
I write
pure nocturnal
instinct
unintelligible
in the the broad
light of day
Suburbs bathed in dream-
….?)
* * * like shades
: : : : *: : : : : : : : *: : : :
surreal azure indigo
haze
wild diamond
stallions
the light
sends forth
its stable fleet
shimmering stillness
shaken by
the halcyon trot
of silent hooves
moment set free
from time's
circular
race track
paddock
Sweet solar bloodshed
sky's secret language
occult owleyed wisdom of dawn
burgeoning tendrils
light of the ever expanding horizon
pervading darkness swallowed bit by bit
When suddenly
from out of the stillness of night's shadows
accumulates the Orange's vast basket of Eternity
(fallen fruits of divinity's forgotten birth right)
Noiseless
imperturbable
quietude
stretching my arms
in attempt to hold
this fleeting tranquility
Hour of vast stillness
with a child's wide eyed
christmas anticipation
stretched out supine
in the moist morning
dew of the lawn
awaiting
the arrival of dawn
raw-meat-drumsticks
my hairy human legs
providing a nice civil
breakfast for the
manically starved
mosquitoes
any moment now that first crack
of new day yolk will come oozing
over the iron blue eastern sky line skillet
Crickets strum
fine fibered fiddles
scratching tunes unseen
lost amongst the inky vegetation
treetop cicadas lone note hum
a single sound stretching
onward and skybound
OH obscure lullaby of this
abandoned hour
II
Time for the test of all TESTS!
The daily test of LIFE!
NO time for studying!
Book and pen down
laptops closed
now arise!
Stand up! Stretch and expand!
Exercise your feet!
Walking through a dream coverlet
so why covet sleep?
No need to force eyelids shut
all close in proper fitting time
But if if gravity be tuggin your blinds
no need to fight it!
Go ahead and dream in the surreal light of dawn
fall asleep out under the oak in the lawn
who cares?
Early rising neighbors concerned with their commute?
Wake up! Wake up!
Everyone complaining and claiming
empty tanks running on road worn tires
I'm tired of these day to day motioning tires!
Behold the Light! The Light!
Wake up to the intricacies of life!
Oh playful tree top light!
Intrinsic beauty in your innocence
child like wonder! Simple roots of truth!
Eternal Energy shines!
Wake up! Wake up!
Open the blinds!
Let it sweep through the attic
clear cobwebs lizards spiders
from the wall!
Let it wash and polish the rust from
them bleary bed sheets eyes!
See the essence!
Feel the dew!
Breath morning fresh air!
Exalt like a rooster
cock-a-doodle-doo!
Here it is that big old wheel 'o cheddar in the sky
meltin' over the iron blue eastern skyline skillet
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Poem to Sleep On
Antique celestial roses reveal
their secrets in the depth of night
revealing to fragile hearts their resilient souls
angels praying in the moonlight
lovers retreating from the cares of the day
silent hour populated with ears eyeballs and poetry
two hemispheres meeting halfway
a cup of black coffee shared on the dark side of the moon
dancing whistlers whirling in the naked wail of a comets tail
orb weavers spinning death's silken dreams beneath the Gothic
architecture of the clouds
love in a mist of budding baby blue eyes
morning dew sipped from the evening primrose
the sun flowering crown of yellow flame
lonesome reminders, letters of lost love
outside light cast upon dusty window sills
prisoner of changing circumstance chasing chemical patterns
always seeking pardon, always seeking a chance to escape
everything encapsulated within the great bubble
of nothingness
all sound emitting from the shared source of silence
all existence sings stirs rattles hums hushes soothes
in the ears of the newborn, angels appear to gods children,
at any age, to teach wisdom lessons throughout life, often and early.
Gears slowing their grind, calm settles in for the night
all is still, the overstimulated day approaches a halt
true meaning of life reveals full naked splendor
the moment time stops, soul mates finding heart
comfort zones in one another, entering a mystic realm
of angels and guides, self created clues signals and signs
to journey is to struggle, is to remember life's purpose
voices offer such soft words of reassurance
long lost dreams from the night before, never to be remembered
the passive charm of the moon and stars, astral electricity cast upon the earth
mystic otherworldly pheromones flowing super fluid glowing light
new moon ballet riveting breeze trance inducing rhythm of the candle
the feminine earth casts such lovely haunting shadows, as Ishtar dances,
illuminated in the glassy dampness, slow close of an eyelash,
moment of cosmic concrescence,
freeing of immortal conscious essence,
swift movement captured in a mirror mocking human history
an enhanced awareness opening upon the brink?
Crest of a cosmic event, a coming singularity?
Creation a complex net of inter-connectivity accelerated by the universes need for novelty?
What changes await tomorrow?
- Good night...
my love
sweet dreams
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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How The World Once Stopped...
Time with all its florid offerings
indelible petals of prismatic paint
frozen blankets
horizon snowy canvass
vines of resurrection still
clinging to stamen of withered
asphyxia
night spills its
chocolate
affection
mouths flow sweet
with the mellifluous
golden syrup fondue
of a melting pot sun
particles of reoccuring
dream resume their
patterns of apolitical
democratic anarchy
the gown of phosphoric blood
binds the metropolitan skyline
burns of celestial semen
highlighting the ageless boundaries
of the impregnated angels bodice
the moist knife of dawn
hijacking the clovery eyelids
of the streamlet resting fawn
Nature forever
unapologetic
in its calamitous
uproar
Trauma and tantrum
echoing the walls next door
the shell shocked vagrant
hoists
a palm full of rabid bees to
the hive of storm clouds buzzing
in the sky above his window
proffering swollen hands of blisters
to the street peddling priests on parade
upon the city random theory of social scandal
is unleashed
people gawking, mouths agape
scenes of the sidewalk shape shifting
traffic signals reversing in significance
amnesiac tourists throwing
suitcases of documented
homeland security
from the holy papal perches
of hotel balconies
crooked cab drivers back alley short cuts paid for in pocket
vendors striking in aid of world hunger
...my eyes breathe in the light of the
candelabra
jeweled eidolon
diadem essence
flame flush with the gypsy spirits
of ancient royal mystic dancers
the fairies fiery flask of
opalescent intoxication
searing conscious portals
of expansion
surrounding corners of the room
roundly smooth themselves out
a perfect circle forms in my peripheral
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Baby Blue
Lie alone in bed at night
Feel the pull of a lonely day
Thoughts like music start to play
I wonder where you were today
(baby blue)
Baby baby blue
Baby blue eyes I dream of you
Late at night
When the whole worlds sleeping
I dream of you
Close to you I feel your sweet heart beating
I dream of you
Late at night late at night
Honey late at night I dream of you
I dream of you
Baby baby blue
Baby blue eyes I love you new
I hold you in my dreams tonight
Hold you til morning light
(baby)
Baby baby blue
(baby blue)
Baby blue eyes I dream of you
(baby)
Baby baby blue
(baby blue)
Baby blue eye I dream of you
(baby)
Baby baby blue
song performed by by Beach Boys
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An October Dream
Awaking from an October dream
To watch clouds roll over rooftops
While my love lays sleeping beside me
The quiet stillness of the morning air
The whisper of birdsong beyond the window
A scene set to be remembered
Damp cotton wool clouds faintly grey
A whistle of a bird singing somewhere
Still, still she sleeps safely dreaming
A soft light across her face
The awaking passion of a heart
Set free into a morning sky
How fair, how beautiful this feeling
To warm the soul with little ease
Who cares for the dream awoken from
When a day begins like this
A morning picture remembered
When waking from an October dream
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Morning Time
Wind was blowing through the trees
I could hear the rustling of their leaves
The morning sun sneaking through the clouds
Birds singing morning sounds
For i love this time i say
Morning of a new day
I wonder what the day has in store
In the distance i hear the waves crashing the shore
For it is morning time and all is a buzz
From the depths of the oceans
To the skies above
Good morning morning i always say
My your a beautiful day
Maybe you might rain today
Your still beautiful anyway
The sombre breeze that blows around
The birds singing
As i spread my blanket on the ground
So i lay here looking into the sky
Motionless waiting and watching the world pass me by
A few drops of rain speckle my face
I would not give up being here for any place
Sudden Waves of Shore-side Satori
The brush of wind flowing through the leaves of backyard trees
mimicking sounds of smooth crashing waves.
Tidal rush,
momentary shift in consciousness,
finding myself shore-side,
even smelling the crisp, sandy littoral air,
brought in with the squaw of the seagulls
Subtle moment of crystal-water-wind borne clarity -
Under the full noon sun,
hearing only the electric buzz
of the cicadas remote hum,
no machinery whatsoever
heard going off/on.
What peace!
What bliss!
The various undulation of any certain great lake,
always manages to slake the hoarse voice caught the throat of my athirst soul,
offering a dark empyrean chalice: a deep lustral glass
of pure pine-green wine,
served stirred with a crash of fresh foam on the rocks.
I quaff and quickly am drunk.
Cleansed of my desires,
watching ships of
fame, power, influence,
image prestige and wealth, fade in the horizon.
I walk, I sit,
I run without chase,
I do what I please,
my time no longer occupied toiling
with samsara's one-sided games.
My voice refreshed and anew,
my soul trills in high operatic octaves,
eclipsing the wings of summer sojourning seabirds
No matter how far inland in
the state of Michigan,
If You listen close, if the moment's just right,
you'll hear the call of the lakes.
Michigan belongs to the lakes; the people, the wildlife, the vegetation
The essence of the waves transcends the water to
blanket and soothe the entire state
like a warm, ethereal mother.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Rainbow
I live at one of those Grey Clouds
Not really know that I am lifeless
I heard people talking about rainbow,
They’d met each other, always in a happy occasion
I wish I met the rainbow myself
Then perhaps I would know,
What the people say is not true
That there is no thing such rainbow,
That could make people’s eyes glittering
In Blue color of the sky
In Green color of the valley
In Red color of the blood
In Yellow color of the sun
I am belongs to the Grey Clouds
I Love Grey, as it is all the color I have in life
Then one day, at the ticking time of my ordinary Grey-day
I see something really bright,
With the scent of a precious flower I’d lost in the mist
For a moment I’m overwhelmed
Then I took a step further…
Away from something so beautiful, that wasn’t Grey
But the figure reveal and I stranded there
I Never learn that there are many color one’s could posses
Day goes by,
The Grey Cloud is the latest place I’d like to be
It was the rainbow…
Holding me and warm me
With a lot of bunch of dream in my empty mind
Dream I never knew
Dream I never dare to explore
The forbidden dream for my Grey outfit
I’m content with joys,
The first time I ever feel grand to face my life
My heart reflecting the color of rainbow
Blue for the peace soul
Green for the new beginning
Red for the faith
Yellow for a bright hope
Not very long
The thunder strikes,
The lightning burned my rainbow
All was Grey again
The rainbow gone away
Prefer to have a quite-smooth journey with all its color
While the thunder sent me here
Back to the Grey Clouds
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Light's all around
From dawn to dusk
From twilight to sunshine again
A ray of hope, A beam of life
The light's all around
Amusing every soul
Cheering every heart
Enlightenment - the soul's blossom
The power of elite, subdues the ultimatum
Knowledge and brilliance - the light of callosum
Eyes that dare to dream - manifest & redeem,
Eyes for a long sight, Vision that's light
The light and its velocity, travelling evermore
The light and its nuance, the light that is science
The light for its purity, the light is divinity
The lighter side of life, the light meant for sharing
Smile - the upturn curve, the light causing delight
Peace, love & unity, the shades of light in harmony
Reaching out with flying colours,
the prismatic light of the day
Creating a spectacular environ,
the illuminated light of the night
Enlivening joyful emotions,
the light of celebrations
poem by Sudarkodi Nagarethinam
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A Silent Sonnet on a Mid Day Afternoon by Silent fingers
With the sun dancing in her heart-colored hair, a dream flowing in her honey-tinted eyes and a turquoise-hued gem prostrating her ears – she sits in her garden with sleeping white angels and smiling wise gnomes, a calm and numinous place where every bird has a song to sing, where every flower has a life to live, and every wall a story to tell.
Oh, I have never felt a feeling more blessed than her mystical presence.
For a while my breath stood still, and with me, the breeze too. Yes, we stood face to face, while time played a silent sonnet on a mid day afternoon.
With a sugary spell she had cast over her light-filled shadow, she lets her henna-dyed feet float among perfumed pink ‘kaneerumaa’ praising the round yellow one, among marred pieces of colored glass resurrected as bright jovial mirrors, among dangling little dream catchers humming sweet soft lullabies and painted vivid hand-prints gently pressing onto white rugged walls.
Oh, I have never heard a poem more eloquent than her whimsical world.
For a while I stood still, and with me, the world too. Yes, there I stood, face to face with her, while fate played a silent sonnet on a mid day afternoon.
With the marriage of a fiyaathoshi wall to a nookula door, she paints her castle yellow, sometimes violet, and sometimes white. With a flucid stroke of her magic-bound hand she creates cyan-colored beings and olive-colored poetry. Words fly out of her mouth like freed birds, while she swings her soul to-and-fro, and commands the sunny-rays-gone-astray to obey and kneel at her feet, to kiss her hands, caress her cheeks and rest in her eyes.
Oh, I have never seen a queen more refined in her placid manners.
For a while my heart stood still, and with it, my life too. Yes, There I stood face to face with her, while life played a silent sonnet on a mid day afternoon.
… and then she asks, “Have we met before? ”
… and I thought, “Yes, perhaps eight hundred years ago! ”
poem by Silent Fingers
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A Dream Lover
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Dream Lover...
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Blue Jade Heaven
now the arrow pointed to the northern star, as the sun
watch along with the clouds in the sky, comes the
eyes of the moon, waiting the beginning of the glows
of rays, splendidly ride in the Dragon of every
sprouted blooms of the Cherry trees
be the way of lovely Daffodils, floats in the early moist
of cool fog, as it lingers your day with the wisdom of
the beautiful Lilies in the wild and capture the freezing,
silent of the night, oh! the humid of the breeze gallops
my dearest heart to wake up in the middle of my
sweeten sleep
why should i close my eyes when i feel the trembling
lips of waiting; open it again for you to come again in
my motionless feeling of love, take my tongue and be
the moment of wish of my mortal kiss
forward those looks and take the precious jewels of
journey of today, the golden fog, crystallized each drops
of dew, like color of your dream in the harmony of time
with me, decent those tears and traverse the rail on the
path of success with you, the high noon never dropp to
low
ring the Bell now and watch the river flow as the birds
bring the smooth perfume of dream in your midst of the
day, the light have come to witness that throne; and vow
to serve you forever dear, in the no where to find, yet!
only in my arm, i love you
it is not a blind goodbye that my heart depart, for
yesterday is forever lost, a history to pass bye and
tomorrow is just a mystery to believe in and today is the
gift of loving you forever; my dear blue jade of heaven,
my darling forever I will wait for you
you're the presence of mine..........
“this poem is dedicated to all widows and widowers “
……….someday you will find a new sweet beginning of
Memory to live ………
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Did Not Die (Butterfly Vision)
I drempt I was a butterfly
In a hurricane;
The world was the storm,
I just wanted to fly...
The wind controlled
But could not contain me
For I would not quit -
Trees and mountains moved
All was tattered and torn
From the earth's core
To the surface of the moon...
Still I would not quit,
My desire to live, too deep
My heart too sure, too strong...
For years the savage storm raged
On and on...
My wings bent and nearly broken
The suns light gave out, ceasing to shine
Black smoke hid the sky
In that tremulous passing time...
And yet, I refused to die.
Houses crashed
Hearts broke
Indeed, life itself did churn and choke,
All so very lost,
For those who count such cost...
But, not I; No,
I refused to die!
My spirit too strong
My dear dream drempt for so long,
I would not stop
My hope I could not drop
I flew steadily on,
My goal the Western horizon
Where the sun sets bright
And the winds find calm
In the night... and now,
The storm has gone
The dusk so clear
The stars of vision draw ever near
Beckon hope's true dawn,
Sunrise is assured.
Dreams finally realized,
I kept my dream
I would not let it go,
I did not die.
Now, forever freely
May I fly...
I am the air
The wind
The sky!
On my wings shines the sun,
Says it to me: ' Welcome home
Little butterfly, well done.
You never sold your dream, so now
Freedom and lasting love
Are forever yours,
Never again
Will your wings be broken or torn,
By any storm. '
From thus dream
I did there awake,
With a feeling light as air
That nothing has been able to shake.
Now when things around get crazy
And my mind, like my heart
Feels so hurt, its purpose rather hazy,
I close my eyes... and let my soul go
To that far, inner place, where once again,
I am the butterfly
Whom shall never ever die.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Dance Electric
Good morning children
Take a look out your window
Our world is falling
It's almost time 2 go
(Dance)
Dance the Dance Electric
The rhythm is love and love is blind
Love your enemies
There isn't much time, there isn't much time
Look - our world is falling
A rhythm-less house of blinded prophecy
Hear our Master calling
This isn't what He wanted us 2 be
We got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
Don't - it don't make U happy
2 give another someone your own smile
Dance the dance electric
Never mind your hatred, try a brand new style
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
We... love... all... enemies
Look - U're livin' in Babylon
Makin', but not feelin' love at all
When your youth is gone, when it comes 2 dawn
A light of truth will shine and U will fall
That's why U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
U got 2 dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
See the light inside of us
U're stuck in living, livin' life as bad
Whatever U do, don't U let your life go without my love
It's the only life that U will ever have
Why don't U (dance) dance the Dance Electric?
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Why don't U dance the Dance Electric?
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go (almost time 2)
Dance the Dance Electric
Listen 2 the rhythm of your soul
Come on and dance the Dance Electric
We better love each other, it's almost time 2 go
song performed by by Prince
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Endless Sea
By the sea she dreams in quiet longing
Sea gulls fly free, clouds drift with out care
Waves swell and playfully role
I see her from a far, the beach is ours
Blue skies shine on golden sand
The season for love has finally arrived
Her hair falls down in the morning sun
Her soft eyes look far into the distant sea
I can't keep from watching her
Foot prints in the sand, sea weed, shells
Feel the sensual sun warm the salty air
The universe is alive, sea gulls glide free
The sea is a great comfort to her
Flowing waves bring a sense of calm
She smiles and slowly walks on the sand
Is love a sea where the soul feels hope?
Drift wood washes a shore
Mystery, enchantment, romance,
She puts her feet into the cool water
Tides roll and splash her body
Renewal, revival, mystical gentle asylum
Blue green waves shimmer with light
ever changing boundless energy
Myth, pirates, discovery, mermaids
Shall I approach you? Who are you?
I sit in silent delight in awe
Are you a poem I like but do not understand?
Strangers in the sunlight and soft wind
Wondering about life, love and meaning
The great mystic sea unites us
The shoreline seems endless
Ships in the distance seem small
The sea is our friend, a lovely dream
Eternity in moments by the sea fill her eyes
Ancient visions visit open hearts and minds
We are quiet lovers listening to the ebbing tide
We are drawn to the sea to learn of love
We drink from Neptune's great cup
Serene wisdom teaches us peace
Shadows grow, the wind is starting to blow
Day turns to dusk and it is time to go
I will see you again my dear by the endless sea
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Everything that Goes.....
looks the flower wait the butterfly to touch down the
sweet petals that it can offer, see the fish swim in the
water flows in the riding waves of forever stream of
the sea, as the birds zooming fly in the hovering of the
wind in the high sky
see the eyes have wizardly blinks the crystallized
ball of morning dew, the moist wet the smooth surface
of your wonder eyes; listen my dear heart the harmony
of whispering humid echo in a distance song of the
Crickets, as the lunar light window the coming night to
stay, till dawn of your midnight sleep and the sky has
offer to close its morning return
show my emptiness of the longing, you’re everything
that i always adores and captures my hope, as the lone
past hold me to sanctify the wishing heart to remember
that you’re the answer of what i am living for, many of
years i believe, finding the most in you the real you, i
do wait
you have thought me of what i felt, think the moment
of knowing me alone of what is the truth and real my
dear one, stand my hour and everything goes fine, for
the timeless moment of myself, love's you and always
stay with you my lasting wish of mystery
day is night before i sleep, thinking of loving you and
never i have change my will to love you, let then be
the stream of every streams of willing stay, and i still
love YOU....... i will
poem by Antonio Liao
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Morning Song Of Senlin
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
When the light drips through the shutters like the dew,
I arise, I face the sunrise,
And do the things my fathers learned to do.
Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops
Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die,
And I myself on a swiftly tilting planet
Stand before a glass and tie my tie.
Vine leaves tap my window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chips in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
It is morning. I stand by the mirror
And tie my tie once more.
While waves far off in a pale rose twilight
Crash on a white sand shore.
I stand by a mirror and comb my hair:
How small and white my face!—
The green earth tilts through a sphere of air
And bathes in a flame of space.
There are houses hanging above the stars
And stars hung under a sea. . .
And a sun far off in a shell of silence
Dapples my walls for me. . .
It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning
Should I not pause in the light to remember God?
Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable,
He is immense and lonely as a cloud.
I will dedicate this moment before my mirror
To him alone, and for him I will comb my hair.
Accept these humble offerings, cloud of silence!
I will think of you as I descend the stair.
Vine leaves tap my window,
The snail-track shines on the stones,
Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree
Repeating two clear tones.
It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence,
Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep.
The walls are about me still as in the evening,
I am the same, and the same name still I keep.
The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion,
The stars pale silently in a coral sky.
In a whistling void I stand before my mirror,
Unconcerned, I tie my tie.
There are horses neighing on far-off hills
Tossing their long white manes,
And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk,
Their shoulders black with rains. . .
It is morning. I stand by the mirror
And surprise my soul once more;
The blue air rushes above my ceiling,
There are suns beneath my floor. . .
. . . It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness
And depart on the winds of space for I know not where,
My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket,
And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair.
There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven,
And a god among the stars; and I will go
Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak
And humming a tune I know. . .
Vine-leaves tap at the window,
Dew-drops sing to the garden stones,
The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree
Repeating three clear tones.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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