Who are you?
Who are you?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
I often wonder as people pass me in the street,
fly above me in planes,
and out deep in space,
I steady my own pace,
And stop to stare at the stars,
Not only mine but ours,
Who are you?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
As I lay down and stare straight up,
The dark doesn't frighten me,
But the cold bites,
The stars twinkle,
As my face begins to wrinkle,
I'm a million in thought years,
And newly born in light,
Who are you?
Where are you going?
Where have you been?
Where have you been all my life?
Plain in sight?
I forgot I was blind,
But blind only means I see with my mind,
The stupid must've intercepted the cosmic wavelengths,
Damn the pathetic,
Praise the poetic,
I thought I knew you in a glance
The odds against me I don't, but could, give me the chance.
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Unreal
Separate your mind
Overcome in time
Im taking what is mine
Tenemos que pelear
Nothing is all, I thought I was there
Im finding myself going nowhere
Is this a mistake?
I cannot relate to what is fake
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
I dont want to shine; light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
Ill try to break you!
What would it take to not look away?
To open my eyes and stare in the face
To learn from whats real
Im trying to deal, but its worthless
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
I dont want to shine; light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
Pushing and grinding is twisting my mind frame
El tempo que pesa nos tumba la mesa
Y ahora que es nuestro, mi vida te apuesto,
Bet my life!
I dont want to shine; light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
I dont want to feel!
I dont want to shine!
I dont want to feel!
Light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
song performed by by Ill NiO
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Unreal
Separate your mind
Overcome in time
Im taking what is mine
Tenemos que pelear
Nothing is all, I thought I was there
Im finding myself going nowhere
Is this a mistake?
I cannot relate to what is fake
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
I dont want to shine; light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
Ill try to break you!
What would it take to not look away?
To open my eyes and stare in the face
To learn from whats real
Im trying to deal, but its worthless
Is this what I get for learning to speak?
For opening eyes and digging in deep?
Is this what I get for being reborn from the norm?
I dont want to shine; light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
Pushing and grinding is twisting my mind frame
El tempo que pesa nos tumba la mesa
Y ahora que es nuestro, mi vida te apuesto,
Bet my life!
I dont want to shine; light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
What have I become, born under the sun?
Planets will converge for you
I dont want to feel!
I dont want to shine!
I dont want to feel!
Light will make us blind
I dont want to feel unreal
song performed by by Ill NiO
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Please Don't Pass Me By (A Disgrace)
I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of
me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight,
I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind, but you can
see - I've been blinded totally - Please don't pass me by." I was walking
along 7th Avenue, when I came to 14th Street I saw on the corner curious
mutilations of the human form; it was a school for handicapped people. And
there were cripples, and people in wheelchairs and crutches and it was snowing,
and I got this sense that the whole city was singing this:
Oh please don't pass me by,
oh please don't pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
yes, I've been blinded totally,
oh please don't pass me by.
And you know as I was walking I thought it was them who were singing it, I
thought it was they who were singing it, I thought it was the other who was
singing it, I thought it was someone else. But as I moved along I knew it was
me, and that I was singing it to myself. It went:
Please don't pass me by,
oh please don't pass me by,
for I am blind, but you can see,
well, I've been blinded totally,
oh please don't pass me by.
Oh please don't pass me by.
Now I know that you're sitting there deep in your velvet seats and you're
thinking "Uh, he's up there saying something that he thinks about, but I'll
never have to sing that song." But I promise you friends, that you're going
to be singing this song: it may not be tonight, it may not be tomorrow, but
one day you'll be on your knees and I want you to know the words when the
time comes. Because you're going to have to sing it to yourself, or to
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Nothing Can Shake Me (From Your Love)
(from your love)
In this room
With the light of the sun in my eyes
I am blind
Can't recall
Where i am or what i did last night
Though i try and i try
*nothing can shake me from your love
It's true
No one can make me feel the things you do
Oh no, oh no*
In the street
In the street i can feel people stare,
Stare me down
I'm lookin' back
Just to see if i lost you somewhere
But you're nowhere around
(*repeat)
Turnin' over the city,
Just searchin for you
Ravin like a mad man
Is there anybody left,
In this whole damn town
To take pity on a sad man
Lord help me through this
Yeah, help me through this
I just can't make it this way
Please help me find her
Yeah help me find her
Somewhere, somehow, someway
In the night
With the moon and the stars high above
I can see
It's so strange
Though there's no rhyme or reason for love
Still it makes you its slave
( * repeat)
Oh no. ... ( repeat and fade)
song performed by by Survivor
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Nothing Can Shake Me
(from your love)
In this room
With the light of the sun in my eyes
I am blind
Cant recall
Where I am or what I did last night
Though I try and I try
*nothing can shake me from your love
Its true
No one can make me feel the things you do
Oh no, oh no*
In the street
In the street I can feel people stare,
Stare me down
Im lookin back
Just to see if I lost you somewhere
But youre nowhere around
(*repeat)
Turnin over the city,
Just searchin for you
Ravin like a mad man
Is there anybody left,
In this whole damn town
To take pity on a sad man
Lord help me through this
Yeah, help me through this
I just cant make it this way
Please help me find her
Yeah help me find her
Somewhere, somehow, someway
In the night
With the moon and the stars high above
I can see
Its so strange
Though theres no rhyme or reason for love
Still it makes you its slave
( * repeat)
Oh no. ... ( repeat and fade)
song performed by by Survivor
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You Cant Stop The Music
And so norman decides to stop living
Out his fantasy of being a rock star and
Accept reality. this is the end for
Norman but not for us because there
Will always be someone ready to take
His place -- after all, euerybodys a
Star!
You cant stop the music
Lets all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And theyre never seen again,
But the music just keeps playing on.
They cant stop the music,
They cant stop the music,
They cant stop the music playing on.
Ive been half a million places,
Ive seen half a million people who stare,
Ive been a star and down and out,
Ive been put on, sat on, punched and spat on,
Theyve called me a faggot, a spiv and a fake,
They can knock me down and tread on my face,
They cant stop the music playing on.
Lets all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And theyre never seen again,
But they cant stop the music playing on.
song performed by by Kinks
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Evening Sky
I walked beneath the evening sky
and felt the chill of night
But the cold that chilled me as I walked
was not as cold as the sight
of the stars in the sky that stared at me
as if to say 'What's wrong? '
How could I answer those stars up there?
Could I hum them a lonely song?
They were there to brighten my stare
and take the chill away
But no stars could ever accomplish that
unless you walked my way
For you are the light that comforts
and warms the heart of me
You are the one bright star in my life,
not the stars in the sky I see
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Thoughts about a child that does not exist
I. Newly born after the first scream
Newly born after the first scream,
you gaze at the world
already do not want anything to pass you
as a child born early in the new age
but your eyes burn with intensity like that of a lion
that can claw anything,
you look at me where I stand with you in my arms
and outside on the grass a starling is pecking
totally unaware of you
but I am bonded to you
at this specific hour,
where I see how women take and kiss you
with tenderness experiencing motherly instincts
and to us there is a life full of adventure lying ahead.
II. Outside innumerable stars twinkle
Outside innumerable stars twinkle through the windows,
when you come into the world,
astounding me with a blonde lock of hair
and it’s a world full of sparkling lights on the outside
while you are in my arms with the smell of anise rusks,
miniature fingers wants to take and hold and I am stupid with you
see my own face disguised in yours
and in the early morning the birds are whistling cheerfully
busy going on with their lives,
while my world is changing,
with you suddenly a part of it,
where I stand with you in my arms
you twist and turn in joy like a small salamander
and we are bonded with an unbreakable bond.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Radiance Of Pure Being
In the light of another sun
much brighter than this one
there no darkness is ever seen
as the mind of thought is clean.
When the ladder is climbed to that domain
what any go there with except love is vain.
Everything else may or can exist below
which is only what this light does show.
There is the Radiance of Pure Being
the like of which few are ever seeing.
A very rare experience by actual sight is had
as the mind is bewildered but the soul is glad.
Intellect and reason have been left behind
as all else except to that light one is blind.
Intuition or direct perception is the means
whereby the mind at its own source gleans.
Any limitations and divisions there don’t exist
only the effulgence of True Light does persist.
Though we receive light and warmth from the stars, moon and sun
all the light in the universe put together can’t ever equal That One.
Could it be That from which all of existence flows
as time and space by mind’s true reflection shows
and whatever seen here is the becoming of That which forever is;
in tangible finite shape or form a manifestation of The Infinite is?
The Radiance of Pure Being is also the essence of everyone’s soul
and so is seen after self effort and grace have performed their role.
To live through all of our days in life and be ignorant of That Light
isn’t what any of us have been born for in this world or given sight.
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Note:
This poem relates to an experience vouchsafed to me while staying in the ashram of Swami Muktananda Paramahansa back in 1978. It was almost 20 years after that time the words or inspiration came to write about it.
poem by George Krokos
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I Saw The Light
(hank williams)
I wandered so aimless, life filled with sin
I wouldnt let my dear savior in
Then jesus came like a stranger in the night
Praise the lord, I saw the light.
Just like a blind man I wandered a long,
Worries and fears I claimed for my own.
Then like the blind man that God gave back my sight
Praise the lord, I saw the light
I was a fool to wander and stray,
Straight is the gate and narrow the way
Now I have traded the wrong for the right
Praise the lord, I saw the light
I saw the light, I saw the light
No more in darkness no more in night
Now Im so happy, no sorrow in sight
Praise the lord, I saw the light
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Long Odds
How many million galaxies there are
Who knows? and each has countless stars in it,
And each rolls through eternities afar
Beneath the threshold of the Infinite.
How is it that will all that space to roam
I should have found this mote that spins and leaps
In what unutterable sunlight, foam
Of what unfathomable starry deeps
Who knows!? And how this thousand million souls
And half a thousand million souls of earth
That swarm, all bound for unimagined goals,
All pioneers of death enrolled at birth,
How were they swept away before my sight,
That I might stand upon the single prick
Of infinite space and time as infinite,
Who knows? Yet here I stand, climacteric,
Having found you. Was it by fall of chance?
Then what a stake against what odds I have won!
Was it determined in God's ordinance?
Then wondrous love and pity for His son!
Or was it part of an eternal law?
Then how ineffably beneficent!
Each thought excites an ecstasy of awe,
A rapture rending the mind's firmament.
Infinity -yet you and I have met.
Eternity -yet hand in hand we run.
All odds that I should lose you or forget,
But, soul and spirit and body, we are one.
Is this the child of Chance, or Law, or Will?
Is None or All or One to thank for this?
It will not matter if thanksgiving fill
The endless empyrean with a kiss.
poem by Aleister Crowley
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A Bad Day In September
People woke up on a September day
Not knowing what price they would pay
The Twin Towers stood so tall
Who ever knew they would fall
Reaching high, up to the sky
People lived and people died
There was smoke, people screaming
What the heck, was I dreaming?
Planes hit the towers
In the early morning dawn
Everyone knew something was wrong
Chaos, confusion, aghast, looks of fright
Running screaming terror in sight
Where were you on the day?
Where you there?
Did you stop and stare?
Stare in shock?
Stare and scream?
People were fighting to get free
Families calling on the phone
Hoping to hear “I’ll be home”
Instead they heard
“I love you and goodbye”
Give my kids a kiss
And tell them they will be missed
Once twin towers
Now ground zero
We’d like to say
“Your our hero”
To all the hero’s
How brave you are
Risking your life
For one for all
We want to say
Thank you god bless!
You’re the best
People woke up on that September day
Not knowing what price they would pay
Our lives are forever changed
But are faith and freedom
Will stay the same
poem by Emmy Huffman
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Two minds in Harmony for Tom Mariani
A myriad stars, bright points of light
are twinkling in the darkling sky
and many more beyond my sight
far from this island galaxy.
Another planet family
may orbit round some distant sun.
Considered mathematically
the odds are that there might be one.
Which is the same or similar
as those orbit our sun.
Perhaps some being sees our star
and sits and meditates upon.
The remote possibility.
a life form of a different sort
in some far distant galaxy.
A being capable of thought.
Is looking skywards wondering
about the stars he cannot see
and seriously pondering.
Upon the probability.
That sapient life is not confined
but wide spread through the universe.
A thought both beings keep in mind
A thought that others think perverse.
I wonder if one day there’ll
be some way we can communicate.
Perhaps by thought telepathy.
Now there’s something to contemplate.
20-Nov-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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I Saw The Light
Words and music by hank williams sr.
I [g] wandered so aimless life filed with sin
I [c] wouldnt let my dear saviour [g] in
Then jesus came like a stranger in the night
Praise the lord [d7] I saw the [g] light.
Chorus
I saw the light I saw the light
[c] no more darkness no more [g] night
Now Im so happy no sorrow in sight
Praise the lord [d7] I saw the [g] light.
Just like a blind man I wandered along
Worries and fears I claimed for my own
Then like the blind man that God gave back his sight
Praise the lord I saw the light.
Chorus
I was a fool to wander and astray
Straight is the gate and narrow the way
Now I have traded the wrong for the right
Praise the lord I saw the light.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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September Twenty - Ninth
September 29
The day this monster in hiding was born
She was a mistake but mom can't admit it
Abort! Abort! Was all her mind said?
I shall name her Marie she said smiling
Satisfied she kept her until September 29
The day this monster in hiding was born
She was a mistake but mom can't admit it
Abort! Abort! Was all her mind said?
I shall name her Marie she said smiling
Satisfied she kept her until she turned eleven
She thought she was an angel but I guess looks
Can fool you
She was like the blood rushing down your spine
You can feel it but it isn't visible
Her whole life she was judged after she learned to walk
She's so unpleasant, disturbing, weird, depressed, nasty, and ugly
Please give her that corner to cry in
She destroys people's lives emotionally
She was raped but she just told people she had sex to stop the pity
Now people call her Marie the slovenly teenager
When she walks down the street and people stare
Her body begins to numb
She's paranoid just let her be! ! !
She doesn’t want attention LEAVE HER BE
She can't seem to have enough self-respect
For herself
Forgive her she is only a teen
Before she cares about anyone she must care
For herself right?
Insult her to make her cut herself
Because she likes to dwell on her pain
She's a monster a disgrace to her fellow citizens
She makes a an prostitute seem innocent
And she's hasn’t even turned eighteen
Just give her some weed and she's out for the night
Never will a change ever hit her soul
She will always be a stupid, useless, selfish, and ugly
Loser, crybaby slovenly girl
The monster will die in the name of Satan
September 29 shall be the day
She's non-existent so people will never know
How will people make the change?
So when you here the name Marie
And she tells you she was born September 29
Run for your precious innocent soul for she
Will poison you and control you forever
poem by Marie Jones
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Chaos makes sense
Deaf and disturbed
Passing through an arch in the middle of nowhere
Inspired to do something stupid
Stupid as the presence of you in my dreams
Mind running almost in the speed of light
I saw at a glance Madness running through the sands
She is prettier than I thought
Maybe is the electric light
Or just the smoke of the campfire on the ceiling
Comme D'habitude the moon upon thousands of clouds
Make a wish upon a firefly,
Stars are too far to hear us
Be carefull when I leave, after the sea there is a waterfall
Stars will never understand us
I wish it wasn't surrealist
At least your existence
poem by Leall Gimiel
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Gray Rain
Gray rain
but the trees
are teaching the stars how to break into leaves.
Good rain on the good earth.
Autumn's a long passage.
Spring is full of thresholds.
Rainbow bridges in the distance
over urgent streams.
Everything's in a rush to become something.
I thought I knew once
who I was supposed to be
but more and more it eludes me
like a future that's already behind me.
I leave it to the world
to finish what I began
and include myself in the mystery
and try to carry on like a man
who looks at a star he won't follow
through the branches of the burgeoning trees
as the history of who I am
now that I'm not anymore.
The less I am the more there is to be.
And one eye doesn't get in the way of the other as much.
There is just this as it is
and what am I beholding
if I'm not looking upon myself as I am
in common with everything
that's changing all around me
like a mind that can't contain itself
in any fixed mode of being
anymore than the eye
can decide what it's seeing.
Everything is burning with life in the rain
and change is the dangerous bliss
we feel when we cease to exist.
The trees might have fingerprints
graven into their bark
and you might accord them
an identity in the dark
and approve of their names
and let them pass as if you knew who they were
but that doesn't make them
any less of a stranger than you are
or the clouds carry passports.
Praise be to the abundance of oblivion
and the cornucopias of blackholes
in the hearts of the galaxies
that keep wounding themselves into life
by falling on their own swords
like a knife that heals.
By day the light gives.
But at night
it steals.
And the mirror lives
and pours water over the eyes of the blind
and suddenly the stars can see again.
And the grape hyacinth is drunk on blue wine.
And I'm walking on water on the moon
even as the moon walks on my tears
without knowing which ones
flowed from the bells of my sorrows
and which overwhelmed me
like birds in the fountains of joy.
First I am a man.
And then I am a boy.
Spring takes itself for granted.
And autumn comes on with regrets.
But they both know
this is as good as it gets
and nothing's missing
in the mind's lost and found.
It's just the way things get around
when you throw the world back in the water
like a life of your own
you gave up years ago
to be who you are now.
Praise be to the stars
that stop by the gate this late
to chat about gardens
and how to keep
the roots of the roses alive
when the ground hardens.
Even if you're a demon in steep descent
or an angel rising from hell
life has the power of a flower
and the genius of a universe
to turn falling into a calling
like planets and Canada geese.
You can walk out alone
into a wide open field at night like I do
and stand there under the stars
that have been staring at you since childhood
like someone they should keep an eye on
and say: This is me. This is who I am as I am
to the whole twinkling lot of them in self-defence
to uphold the savage dignity of the difference.
You can stand there in the vastness
of that one definitive thought
that goes on forever like a silence older than birds
and feel the sweet release of upending joy
trying to master its new freedom
when space morphs into a mouth for a moment
and says softly
o so softly
in a voice that's been singed by compassion:
No.
You're not.
poem by Patrick White
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The Game of Stare
There’s a boy with his fellow
I caught his eyes with a wander
Now the game has been played
Now you have been challenged
You better asked my name
Before anyone came
But you only stare, stare, stare
Like I annoy your safety ring
Like you can’t even think
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I lose you something
Something you can’t even win
There’s boy in the dance floor
I catch his eyes, he comes closer
Now the game is replayed
Now you better watch out
You better take me out
Before someone calls you coward
Cause you only stare, stare, stare
Like you never see me in dress
Like no one else who dares
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I steal you something
Something you can’t even think
There’s a boy in the park
He makes me catch his eyes
Now the game is forward
Now you don’t want to break up
You better have a word
Before you loose your hold
And you only stare, stare, stare
Like a puppy wants a bone
Like you’ll be lost if I’m gone
You only stare, stare, stare
Like I can give you something
Something you think you can’t win
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Blouse Machinist
Miss Murphy has blue eyes and blue-black hair,
Her machine's opposite mine
So I can stare
At her pale face and shining blue-black hair.
I'm sure that other people think her plain
But I could look at her
And look again
Although I see why people think her plain.
She's nice to watch when her machine-belt breaks.
She has such delicate hands
And arms, it takes
Ages for her to mend it when it breaks.
Oh, beauty's still elusive and she's fine.
Though all the moulding
Of her face, the line
Of nose, mouth, chin is Mongol, yet she's fine.
Of course things would be different in Japan.
They'd see her beauty.
On a silken fan
They'd paint her for a princess in Japan.
But still her loveliness eludes the blind.
They never use their eyes
But just their mind.
So must much loveliness elude the blind.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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My Blindness
Once I woke up in the dark and thought I was blind. There was no light at all. There's always some light.
Blind, I was calm in that perfect dark. Friends would come, and I'd tell them what they had to do. It would be all right.
I'd go back home, but dignified, and I'd know my way perfectly in the house, even on the streets. I'd only been gone a few years.
I'd have them read me strange books, and they'd love my strangeness, thinking this is what it was, we knew there was something. They'd loved it a little already.
There at home in my great dark I'd find a single purpose, and begin.
But you know this: the light came.
Don't laugh at me. I live with so little blindness. Such a long way I've come. So little blindness.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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