Festival of the Spirits
There is a freshness in the air
That kindles that part of the mind
At the back that rejunvenates our whole body
There is that extra sensory perception of the mind
That could tell things without seeing them like
The celebrations of spirits out in the
Mountains, that contagious uplifting
Of spirits that smolders the whole
Island which makes one feel elated
To be in such unseen wonder;
The heartstirring beatings of celestial drums,
The fairy dances, the gathering of beings
Which serenade an auspcious enchantment
All over the island that one could feel a sense
Of euphoria a whole evening.
It's gone the next day leaving one awed
Of the mystifying elation that has come visiting
The night before when one feels one has
Been invited to party with spirits and fairies.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Windspirits Triolet
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
The wind spirits are playing flutes.
They play heavenly and gracefully.
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
They are prancing wood fairies.
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
Thesw happy spirits are just dead.
The wind spirits should just go to bed.
Spirits in the wind are dancing.
poem by Vega Destiny Star
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Let There Be Light/ Spirits Dancing In The Flesh
Chorus:
Let there be light
Let there be joy
Let there be love
And understanding
Let there be peace
Throughout the land.
Verse:
Lets work together
In harmony
Lets build a better world
No suffering
And in times of darkness
Just reach out
cause there is a promise
It wont be denied
Repeat chorus six times
Narration:
This is truly paradise
Being here in this celestial garden
With all the ones you love
Where nothing dies or ever grows old
And to be bathed in light
That cast no shadow
Yes
This is the kingdom within
Still you know
Sometimes I miss seeing and feeling
The spirits dancing in the flesh
Spirits dancing in the flesh
Intro:
Cant you see them all around
Theyre all around us
Spirits, spirits dancing all around us
Chorus - chant:
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
All over, all over, all over
song performed by by Santana
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When We Soar
our spirits sometimes soar
we feel the wings of birds
inside our hearts
we feel elated by the most
simple thing
of having seen
a white butterfly hovering
fluttering upon
some tiny yellow flowers
of the narra tree
when we close our eyes
when we see nothing at all
when it is dark
we begin to see how
beautiful can everything be
oh, i do not have to travel
far and wide
just to be be, just to be with us
it is at the moment when our spirits sour
into the vastness of
our beings
that we become the universe itself
wider than space
longer than time
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feed On The Weak
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die!
Haunting for the silence
As the sickness falls within.
You've got your strays,
The mice are killed.
It stems between the sick.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate sky, spirits die!
Haunting for behind them
Finds us meaning on the way.
The words fill, the chapters come.
It dissipates, it stays.
Spirits call, spirits rise.
Desolate skies, spirits die!
Falling hard, arriving fear.
Feeding on the weakest core.
song performed by by Obituary
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Just Man Or Woman
JUST MAN OR WOMAN
Forced to live a human life,
filled with trouble, toil and strife,
called a Husband or a wife,
are we just Man or Woman?
Trapped inside a fleshy cage,
poked and prodded ‘till outrage,
labeled by both Fool and Sage,
who say, “Just Man or Woman”.
As the intellect grows old,
One discovers, or is told,
“all that glitters is not gold”
is there just Man and Woman?
Judged by BODY separately,
every human has to be,
him or Her, a He or She,
is MIND just Man or Woman?
MIND is an electric toy,
guiding BODY bold or coy,
it’s the same for Girl or Boy,
MIND’s not just Man or Woman.
All are SPIRITS trapped behind,
fleshy mass and scheduled MIND,
now and then there is a sign,
we’re not just Man or Woman.
Some human beings, ‘tho preset
to survive, and then beget, …
feel their SPIRIT and regret
they are just Man or Woman.
Those who wander from the trail,
will seek love to no avail,
they are doomed on earth to fail,
to join both Man and Woman.
Compliment was planned for all,
LOVE was given to enthrall
SPIRITS who accept the call
to love, just Man or Woman.
We are SPIRITS, YOU and ME,
seeking immortality,
LOVE’s a possibility,
If we’re just Man or Woman!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Rhey W. Hedges, May 6,1973
poem by Rhey W. Hedges
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Universes
am i a formation of one wholesome spirit
or many spirits who call themselves eyes,
ears, heart, nose, mind coming together
to build a bridge to the real world
and after this journey of the senses, would
the spirits come together again for another
party in another world, or would ionly
remember part and parcel of myself
scattered all over the universes or
would the one true God care to hold me together?
perhaps he would because he knows what is meant
to be true in one, heart, mind and soul...
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Isla De Encanta
Hermanita ven conmigo (x2),
Hay aviones cada hora,
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! (x3)
Donde no hay sufrimiento (x2),
Me vieron pasar por la calle,
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! (x3)
Nuestro propio animal canta a la gente pagratis ,
Hey babe what are we doing here? .
Laaaaa,loooh,patria.
Isla del encanto,
Me voy! (x3)
Translation
Little sister come with me,
There are planes each hour,
Island of the enchantment,
Im leaving!
Where there is no suffering,
They saw me pass by the street,
Island of the enchantment,
Im leaving!
Our own animal sings for free for the people,
Hey babe what are we doing here?
Laaa loooh,fatherland.
Island of the enchantment,
Im leaving!
song performed by by Pixies
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Leaving A Friend
To me, this bad feeling is one, which isn’t all that new;
It’s an emotion which, many times, I have been through.
It’s the final evening of my trip away,
And, deep inside, I’m yearning to stay.
My time spent away, inevitably always flies,
And, now I’m sat here, with tears in my eyes.
It’s never an easy moment, saying goodbye,
And I’m finding it such an effort not to cry.
I love to spend time with my friend, so very dear:
A friend who makes me laugh, and brings me cheer.
Being in her company fills me with such happiness;
I feel like I’m riding on a wave: on the very crest!
I always crave the attention and affection;
More precious memories, for my collection.
For me, a motherly kiss and a hug,
Are so very addictive: just like a drug.
So, tomorrow morning, when I’m sat onboard my train,
No doubt, I’ll relive these memories again and again.
I know that when, from the station, I finally depart,
I’ll experience the very slight breaking of my heart.
I do so hate to experience this mood:
The creator of emotions should be sued!
Although, I’d hate not to have feelings of any kind;
Like a Cyberman from ‘Doctor Who’, with an emotionless mind.
But I wouldn’t have missed coming for all the tea in China;
To my mind, there is no other experience, which is finer.
In the company of my friend, I feel so elated,
But after, she’s gone away, I feel so deflated.
I find it hard, when I have to go home;
I suddenly feel so upset and all alone.
Having been in spirits, which were so high,
There comes the final hug, and then ‘goodbye.’
But, although, each time, I go through this pain,
I know, for sure, that I’ll endure it again and again.
I really need to occupy my mind,
And leave this feeling far behind.
Instead of spending more time moping about,
I go for a brisk walk, to help tire myself out.
Down in the City, people’s spirits are high,
And, now, I no longer feel like I want to cry.
Being in the fresh air, seems to clear my head,
And, it isn’t too long, before I’m ready for bed.
My earlier depression appears to have passed,
And I’m feeling ready to go back home at last.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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The Gemini effect
The Gemini effect
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The wall of perception built
Separates the soul and mind
Leaving a world of confusion
That the mind doesn’t know
How it feels nor thinks
The duality of personality
Is a madness of sorts
And dreams try to convince
Of the rightful place
In the hearts true wanting
Two spirits, two natures
Trapped within a single vessel
Could put a man on the brink
Or mark him out as brilliant
Little is known or understood
Of those who inherit this place
They are as strange as a stranger
More unto themselves
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Spirits Rebellious
I can't do right when all I wanna do is wrong
My conscience sounds alarm like the waning of a Chinese gong
I know about the punishment, I know about the law
My sins cut deeper than the teeth on a saw
My attitude is bad and my nerves are raw
I'm a shotgun snake, I'm a jackal with claws
I was born with a chip on my shoulder on a stormy night
Alright
My spirits rebellious, you tell us everything's okay
No way
Spirits rebellious, we won't do anything you say
It's a hard, hard world with a black corroded heart
There's a livin', breathin' devil trying to tear my soul apart
In a cold, cold grave on a dark, dark night
Eternity is black, I'll never see the light
Never listen to advice, I was never that bright
Couldn't walk away, I was lookin' to fight
I was born with a chip on my shoulder on a stormy night
Alright
My spirits rebellious, you tell us everything's okay
No way
My spirits rebellious, we won't do anything you say
No Way
My spirits rebellious, you tell us everything alright
Tonight
Spirits rebellious, all we gonna hear is lies,lies, lies
Lies...
My spirits rebellious
I can't do right when all I want to do is wrong
My spirits rebellious
I know about the punishment, I know about the law
My spirits rebellious
My sins cut deeper then the teeth on a saw
My spirits rebellious
I'm the teenage curse of the monkey's paw
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Battery Recharge
Why are Winter's dull days, so depressing,
And if it's cold as well, very distressing.
Especially, if it's damp,
It gives one's joints the cramp,
This type of weather becomes really quite stressing.
Yet when the sun shines, we then feel elated,
Our spirits rise, and are regenerated,
It makes one raise a smile,
And then, after a while,
One feels that one's whole being's rejuvenated.
So roll on Summer with your sunny haze,
When one can, in your warmth, lay back and gaze,
And let the sun renew,
One's batteries, which are due,
Thus setting one up for next Winter's dreary days.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Spirits?
Though I've never seen one exactly
I've encountered some evil presence
The very sense of it overwhelms me
But with God, Fear lurks in absence.
Spirits of dead are mere wanderers
Some are evil and utterly vicious
Some are more harmful than the others
And some possess humans for their use.
The spirits who protect us are angels
And the spirits who harm us are vile
Some in realms of government control
And some enthroned in fake piety's style.
Spirits of the dead they call 'ghosts'
They seem to avoid me and hide
They're the ones I would like to ask most
What they felt at the moment they died.
For you see, I am quite prepared
To meet that old man with the sickle
For Death is the one Jesus dared
Over which He proved He was able.
That Jesus Who now lives in me
Has power over all of these spirits
At the mention on His Name they flee
For they know there's just One Holy Spirit.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Spirit's About Us
If they are spirits about us,
Would we do the things that we do
Or would we want to be better persons
Especially if they be spirits we once had knew.
Would we still say the things that we do say
And would we act the ways that we do,
That is, if they are spirits among us,
And if any of them, we once had knew.
If we knew they were here about us
And that never we were not alone,
No matter where we might go or what we might do
Or whether we be traveling or here at home.
Would we act the way that we do act
Or would we think about the things that we do
Would we say the things that we do say
If we knew that a spirit were next to me or you.
Would we still cheat or think about cheating
Or telling lies to the people that we meet
Especially if we knew loved ones were next to us
And our sins cause those spirits to weep.
Would we still act the way that we act
And would we think about the things we do
Would we say the things that we say
Especially what's inside of me and you.
Would we still hate and cause others to sin
Even though we knew we couldn't be caught
If only that we knew the spirits were next to us
And their love for us, we haven't forgot.
So I now live my life in happiness and joy
As I want to live my life sinless and complete
Never do I want to bring sadness or any pain
As I don't know who is standing next to me.
As if they are any spirits about us
And if there is a spirit standing next to me
I would hope to bring that spirit pride and joy
Instead of sadness, disappointment and humility.
So as I bring my thinking to a closure
And as I think of the time that our life is through
We best be careful what we do or think
As we know not what spirit, is standing next to me or you.
Randy L. McClave
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Faeries Dance
Under the black night sky
The souls of the world wake
The spirits of the woods never die
Enchanting flame and the faeries dance
Feel the Earth beneath us begin to move
The souls sing their song to the world
Evil held back by this night of romance
Watch the faeries dance, mezmerizing
Feel the spirits surround us
Hear the souls song, hypnotizing
Enchanting flame and we join the faeries dance
Our hearts together move the stones
Together at last the dawn arises
The souls of world finish their song
The spirits keep us safe from harm
As the faeries dance around the sun
poem by Electric Tripp
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Spirits
Angel spirits of sleep,
White-robed, with silver hair,
In your meadows fair,
Where the willows weep,
And the sad moonbeam
On the gliding stream
Writes her scatter'd dream:
Angel spirits of sleep,
Dancing to the weir
In the hollow roar
Of its waters deep;
Know ye how men say
That ye haunt no more
Isle and grassy shore
With your moonlit play;
That ye dance not here,
White-robed spirits of sleep,
All the summer night
Threading dances light?
poem by Robert Seymour Bridges
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Party
I'm talking to the mirror again but it's not listening
I'm cleaning my dirty mind like a toilet but it won't give in
I'm drinking spirits in the hopes that I will find myself one
But all I can rectify is that the party's just begun
[Chorus:]
Party's just begun
Party's just begun
Party's just begun
Party's just begun
I feel like falling asleep and never waking up
It's not that my glass is empty but I need another cup
When all of the doors around me just shut one by one
I feel like falling asleep but the party's just begun
[Chorus]
Shaky shaky steps in the middle of the day
A fire in my path and a cool decay
Of limbs and tooth under my skin
Oh
song performed by by Nelly Furtado from Whoa Nelly!
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Blue Island
Living in a world that dies within
You are they who try and touch the wind
You could be the blessed one that
Makes me love you
And doing what you've never done before
Taking every wave that hits the shore
You could be a silver star that shines
On my blue island
See you on a blue island
Take you to a blue island
You can see the rain
You can feel the pain
That no part of me is going through
Everybody say
song performed by by Bee Gees from Size Isn't Everything
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Sometimes the spirits speaks for you and sometimes the spirits makes you speak.
Song Of A Dream
ONCE in the dream of a night I stood
Lone in the light of a magical wood,
Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like sprang;
And spirits of Truth were the birds that sang,
And spirits of Love were the stars that glowed,
And spirits of Peace were the streams that flowed
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my delicate youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
poem by Sarojini Naidu
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Solitary Night
Spending time with one of the spirits tonight.
Feeling the solitude of the night.
Together with the loneliness it brings,
Of no one to talk to at this,
Time of the night.
Oh how I feel the emptiness.
Missing the company of my friends,
At this time of the night.
Spending time with one of the spirits,
While talking about idealistic things.
Longing for their company.
The communication and argumentation,
That this kind of night brings.
Academical, social, political and practical
Subjects we do enjoy discussing about
On a night of peace and solitude.
Like this night of peace and quiet,
I long for my true friends' company.
On a night where the spirits flow,
Freely and happily.
With good country, jazz, blues and rock
Music playing on the air.
Sharing smiles and laughter at one another,
Until the dawn comes knocking down on the door.
(Sept.19,2010)
poem by Lloyd Joshua Hamada Mayangao
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