Reflective Mirror - From Room of One’s Own to Shared Throne
Reflection prompt may light idyllic fire
Operating metamorphosis
Or echoing life’s p[h]antomime as choir
Magic mirror scores re-genesis.
Outside time soul reinvents desire
Fusion, not confusion. Synthesis.
Osmosis fads ignores, no pause, quagmire,
Nor sphinx-jinx jeopordize apotheosis, -
Exception to the rule of fool-in-briar
Subject to Time-tied ectogenesis.
On waveband shared not signals aired souls' lyre
Weaves all to all, great, small, - ecydisis
Now rings the changes, strange range sings, sheds skin
to s[p]eed solutions, role reverse – out / in.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Strange Magic
Youre sailing softly through the sun
In a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Youre walking meadows in my mind,
Making waves across my time,
Oh no, oh no.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Oh, Im never gonna be the same again,
Now Ive seen the way its got to end,
Sweet dream, sweet dream.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Its magic, its magic, its magic.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic,
You know I got a strange magic,
Yeah, I got a strange magic,
Oo-o-o-oo, strange magic. (fade)
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Signs for Change
Subtly surfing through the whole
Inside, unseen, our chrysalid
Grows to maturity. Though hid,
Now metamorphosis its role
Shall wor[l]ds connect as inner soul
Finds wings to fly without the grid
Of Time's restrictions, nought forbid
Remains to suffocate, control.
Change is not just a casserole
Heated by chance encounters mid
A soup confused, un[l]inked, unbid.
New Year [b]rings changes as Life's goal
Gleams clear, though distant, signals sends
Errors corrects, and bridges mends.
(1st January 1999)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Desirable Fire?
Life is said to be filled with fire
It is the one that fuels every desire
To be on top of a high rise
To win at every price
As if breaking the rules becomes a behavior
A spark ignites a fire and breaks the barrier
We grow, we triumph and we inspire
It is fire in us that makes other perspire
Right from the genesis
Fire has been the basis
The fire from the sky
The fire the earth spurts by
Each and every time it's the fire that revives n destroys
Which makes the cardinal rule, only d toughest survive
Fire makes the dew, fire makes the ice
Fire makes everyone pay their due price
Fire is the end, it is the life
It beings and ends everybody's strive
poem by Blossom Mist
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Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Restless
Such separation leaves six senses weak
As if both legs above the shoulders lay,
No cheek to blush may rise, no tongue to speak,
Despair’s writ large, like critic’s praise for pay.
Restless within cramped lodgings one may range
In hope for call to light an inner fire,
Nor is the waiting in itself so strange -
Existence starts and ends with her desire.
Various solutions might be found
Although none draws except electric touch
Intense to shock the system, turn around
Love’s magic whirlpool’s counter-clockwise clutch!
Lent one fair hand, then writing on the wall
ANon Time’s thrall would fade beyond recall...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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The Joy Of Little Things
It's good the great green earth to roam,
Where sights of awe the soul inspire;
But oh, it's best, the coming home,
The crackle of one's own hearth-fire!
You've hob-nobbed with the solemn Past;
You've seen the pageantry of kings;
Yet oh, how sweet to gain at last
The peace and rest of Little Things!
Perhaps you're counted with the Great;
You strain and strive with mighty men;
Your hand is on the helm of State;
Colossus-like you stride . . . and then
There comes a pause, a shining hour,
A dog that leaps, a hand that clings:
O Titan, turn from pomp and power;
Give all your heart to Little Things.
Go couch you childwise in the grass,
Believing it's some jungle strange,
Where mighty monsters peer and pass,
Where beetles roam and spiders range.
'Mid gloom and gleam of leaf and blade,
What dragons rasp their painted wings!
O magic world of shine and shade!
O beauty land of Little Things!
I sometimes wonder, after all,
Amid this tangled web of fate,
If what is great may not be small,
And what is small may not be great.
So wondering I go my way,
Yet in my heart contentment sings . . .
O may I ever see, I pray,
God's grace and love in Little Things.
So give to me, I only beg,
A little roof to call my own,
A little cider in the keg,
A little meat upon the bone;
A little garden by the sea,
A little boat that dips and swings . . .
Take wealth, take fame, but leave to me,
O Lord of Life, just Little Things.
poem by Robert William Service
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In Parenthesis
Bright mirror which sheds light on silent screen,
impartial witness to ephemeris,
another day reflects on other scene,
and never breathes a hint of that or this, -
a silver slate which undisturbed has been
awaits mercurial metamorphosis.
Mirror reflects men’s absence, slate wiped clean,
with birth and death, ecstatic wedded bliss
traces stayed from Lethe’s grim demesne
scarce an instant. Swiftly we dismiss
this sweetest memory, that pain most keen, -
can love transcend, bend, challenge Time’s abyss?
The player gamely plays, acts out last scene,
indifferent to applause or heckler’s hiss, -
before [s]he’s buried someone slips between
the lines, into old shoes, yet who will miss
a century ahead King’s head or Queen,
love’s kiss, pride, honour vain, or cowardice?
A puff of Time, - time as time’s bluff is seen, -
sees Life Time’s capsule in parenthesis.
The stuff of life an empty stuffing, gene, -
transfer template, tomorrow’s synthesis.
Yet who returns for encore ex-machine?
Tomorrow? - Well, tomorrow’s parting kiss
sets springboard for fresh ripples' ripples bis,
for new tomorrows proving Man remiss...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Reflection
Reflection
By: Adam M. Snow
The reflection in this cracked mirror shows only two;
my essence, my soul; it's also true.
My soul is tainted, my essence is numb;
my dreams grew dark, this is what I've become.
My reflection is cracked; I'm out of place;
my heart grows cold, I need your grace.
I'm falling apart; I've lost my way;
what else do you want me to say?
The rippling water's a mist how can that be?
Do I exist to be with thee?
I am cracked and so is my reflection;
these wounds, they show my affection.
Though I am but one in a reflection of two;
trying to find my place anew.
So let my reflection show who I am;
someone who was to be damned.
Let me be but one;
so that I may be done.
My reflections strain drops of blood;
just leave me here in the mud.
My eyes are stained, my touch is cold;
all I need is someone to hold.
My mouth is silent, my love breaks;
my body's bound, my soul aches.
I am but one in the mirror's looking glass;
looking upon my modern pass.
When will my reflection show;
the truth I do not dare to know?
My reflection is cracked; I'm out of place;
my heart grows cold, I need your grace.
I'm falling apart; I've lost my way;
I'm waiting here for the day.
My skin grew pale, did I died?
I'm here in this corner trying to hide.
My sight has gone; it's the break of dawn;
I'm going back to where it spawned.
The mirror's shattered, not my reflection;
from what I've done this is my infection.
I've been risen yet I fall;
I can't give up on all.
My reflection's viewing pains;
showing me bound by these chains.
I'm forced to face myself in this state;
the mirror shows, this is my fate.
My reflection is broken yet it's whole;
I'm out in the world searching for my life's role.
I'm reaching out through the dark;
searching for the owner of this black mark.
Nevermore does my reflection show;
I'm lost with no where to go.
The mirror's lust has felled;
this is where I dwelled.
My tears fall upon reflection;
this is my resurrection.
The cracked mirror now shows one;
could it be that it's now done?
My reflection's anew;
it's also true.
I'm not the same:
I ignite my flame.
The mirror's now whole with no crack in sight;
I'm no longer in the dark, but the light.
I only love; I do not hate;
I know now that this is my fate.
I faced myself in the mirror;
now that I can see, it's all so clearer.
My ways I've change from what I've became;
I'm the only one to blame.
My reflection is cracked no more;
my pain is gone just like before.
My future is nearer;
all ‘cause I looked in the mirror.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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The Game of Death
I lift you up, just to dropp you
Condemnation is my praise
I lower your spirit down to the ground
So my spirit I can raise
It’s not the choices that I have made
For they are justified
My actions make you guilty
Before you have been tried
I think of you like a mirror
My reflection is what I see
You are not to be just who you are
But just an extension of me
My way of life is selfish
Expectations fill my soul
For you are a puppet tied on my string
And I must have full control
The things that truly matter
Are the things that I desire
And when my world starts burning up
I throw you in the fire
I spend my time all for myself
This is the gift I give
I sacrifice all other souls
It is my life to live
Another’s wants, another’s needs
Must follow after mine
Just worship me just as I am
You walked into my shrine
My time is spent, I’ll just take yours
And there’s nothing I’ll give back
I wonder why you hurt so much
I wonder what you lack
It’s never me, it’s always you
Do just as I say
I’ll sacrifice your tomorrow
For the things I want today
If this poem it sounds familiar
For 'your' actions, you always blame
The spirit of another
You’re wrapped in Satan’s game
In a game there is a winner
Which means someone has to lose
So live a life or play a game
That is your choice to choose
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The reflection in the mirror
The reflection in the mirror is an unrecognisable figure,
I don't know this man, but I know his sins.
I'm getting pushed aside further and further,
where did my life end or when did it begin?
The reflection in the mirror tells me I'm lost,
wandering furiously towards the butterflies tears,
then into the lions den, my spirtis tossed,
all because of my refelections fears.
The reflection in the mirror is a brave, mighty soldier,
me? - am just a meek wounded mortal,
I used to be my aspiration, but now it's all ciphered,
and in my skin you breathe and nestle.
The reflection in the mirror shows me who I am,
but to like what I see gazing back would be a lie,
and in lifes race, to which I feel I've outswam,
this reflection will stare fiercley back at me until the day I die.
poem by D.A. Woods
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Mystery's Mirror Rhyme
Mirror's muse reflects
as mirror recollects
on mirror which reflects
upon mirror which reflects
upon mystery of light.
Mirror thus protects
mirror which projects
reflection which reflects
on mirror which expects
historical insight.
Mirror interjects
texts, textures and contexts
which chance elects, selects
then checks and double checks
for infinite delight.
Mirror's light directs
life's mysteries, neglects
naught it interconnects
as cause links to effects
exciting to invite.
Mirror then detects
mirror which deflects
mirror which rejects
history of night
when mirror role reflects
Mirror thus connects,
collects and self respects,
perpetually perfects
externals it bedecks
with inner meanings' might.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Time, Iz All...
TIME.......what a strange word, for when spelled in reverse
this word transposes into what many might construe as an
apropos term, taking into consideration the function of this
action word, EMIT.....which scientifically, has no direct link
to the standard defintition of TIME....yet does have a direct,
complimenting nexus to this evermoving forward thwart of
Life 'n Objective. For the fact is, TIME discharges, (EMITS)
its intangible and sometimes inscrutable prowess...upon us.
It vents.....goes forth....rapid and relentless......with no End.
The Book of Genesis.......will tell us when TIME began. While,
The Book of John sheds Revelation as to how TIME be comp-
leted, as well as at what point TIME passes torch to DESTINY.
All things will pass, both good n' evil..a Great War will ensue!
Catechismic law will be challenged in force by cataclysmical's.
Yet, when the TIME comes for the Seventh 'n Final Seal to be
opened, and, if the Good Book be Word.....as i believe it to be,
Nostradamas, 'n the Mayan's will have much to explain when
God calls for The Official TIME-OUT! Without the help from
portending philosophers, or Tenth Century calander-makers!
A M E N....Or....if these letter's were juggled around just a bit
would it EMIT a new N A M E, n' buy us more space in TIME?
___________________ F j R __________________
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Skin Cannot Hide!
black skin,
...white skin,
.....red skin,
.......brown skin....
human beating hearts!
...red blood, needs and wants,
.....all breathing,
........the same air!
diverse souls,
...unified spirit!
coming from darkness
.....into the light,
wrapped in different packages,
....all by the same hand,
small pieces of the universe,
...crying out to be joined!
skin cannot hide God's reflection!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Trapped Within My Reflection
Standing here stairing into this mirror
My reflection stairing back at me
A tear dropp falls down its cheek
Wiping my face but nothing there
The mirror begins to cloud
My reflection starts to shiver
Placing my hand on this now cold surface
My reflection slowly places his hand against mine
My reflection breathes onto the mirror
As writting appears 'HELP ME'
My mind telling me its not real
But my eyes never fail
My heart beats faster
My soul trapped within this mirror
All along, here in front of me
Stairing me in the face
My reflection banging for freedom
Seems so real as the mirror shakes
Suddenly overcome with this strange feeling
I throw my fist to the mirror
Cracks begin to form
As my reflection stands still and smiles
Shattering into a million pieces
A sensation feeling travels through my body
Looking down i see my reflection
Tainted red as blood falls
A shard of mirror stuck in my hand
A message appears
'You Freed Me - You Freed Your Soul'
A Kind Of Magic
Words and music by roger taylor
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
A kind of magic
One dream one soul one prize one goal
One golden glance of what should be
Its a kind of magic
One shaft of light that shows the way
No mortal man can win this day
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
The waiting seems eternity
The day will dawn of sanity
Is this a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done
This flame that burns inside of me
Im here in secret harmonies
Its a kind of magic
The bell that rings inside your mind
Is challenging the doors of time
Its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
The rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be will soon be
Will soon be done
This is a kind of magic
There can be only one
This rage that lasts a thousand years
Will soon be done-done
Magic - its a kind of magic
Its a kind of magic
Magic magic magic magic
Ha ha ha its magic
Its a kind of magic
song performed by by Queen
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The Magic Mirror
God have the Ten Commandments
Moses passed them all
A look at Jesus' blessings
The sun belonged to Ra
Nero played with fire
Caesar was a laugh
The beauty Cleopatra
Ramses had it all
Drunk a skull with Odin
And rode with Ghingis Khan
Saw Attila, the great one
The Alps with Hannibal
Merlin and King Asrthur
A feast with Robin Hood
Friends with Leonardo
Columbus and the plot
With empires arising
And holy nations fall
The magic mirror shows you
Kings and Queens and all
Just take a look in the magic mirror
Don't turn around at what you see
Just take a look in the magic mirror
You're gonna see what you may be
Luther nailed our destiny
Beethoven wrote the scores
Napoleon and his triumph
Rasputin and the Tsar
Imagine our history
Without those famous names
It makes the world remember
That life is not in vain
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Only Solutions
Note: the lyrics listed here for only solutions
Were transcribed and discussed by several
Members of the journey mailing list.
We hope they are correct, although they
Still could contain errors.
In the jungle I run tonight
Find no peace to logical life
No confusion, just wrong or right, oh yeah.
Faces, numbers I recognize
You dont fool me with cynical lies
No problems, no compromise, oh yeah
Only solutions
Dont pull me down, I just wanna hear
Only solutions
Oh, it wont be long, it wont take too long
Modern times drive me insane
Explanations I cant explain
Leaves me standing in the rain, oh yeah
Solving mysteries with nothing to lose
Magic leaves you without any clues
Theres only so much one man can do, oh yeah
Only solutions
Dont pull me down, I just wanna hear
Only solutions
Oh it wont be long, it wont take too long
Only solutions
Dont pull me down, I just wanna hear
Now that the sun is shining
Clear vision, clear vision
In the jungle I run tonight
Find no peace to logical life
No confusion, just wrong or right, oh yeah
Faces, numbers I recognize
You dont fool me with cynical lies
No problems, no compromise, oh yeah
Only solutions
Its my point of view
Only solutions
Oh, clear vision
Only solutions
No second thoughts
Only solutions
No, no, no contradictions
People reason
People reason
No escape
song performed by by Journey
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Reflections In The Mirror
When you look in the mirror
Do you see only yourself?
Could the reflection be your soul,
Staring yoack in the face?
If there is a crack in the mirror,
Is that not a reflection of you?
The mirror reveals merely what your eyes
Want us to see
But could not a clearer reflection
Mirror infinity?
poem by Lee Linc Stallings
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From The Files
O' such a tormented time you have made for me-
Withdrwn my souls quiescent solitude...
Drowning in the Black Magic that you weave...
Covering my psyche with your dusty attitude;
You follow me tenaciously with your atavistic violence-
Trembling in rescusitated memories that alone are mine...
I am reddened with an inarticulate response...
In the un-reconcilable bonds of: 'Once Upon A Time';
Anguished and fully apprised of your reality-
Your darkened altar begets many a crypric spell...
While talking to your reflection in your Daily Mirror-
'Who's the fairest-the cleverest-oh mirror do tell? ';
I learned much too late of your cunning...
I learned much too late of your hypothermic past-
Victims of your will-some are reeling still...
The Supreme Narcissist Of A Fallen Star Cast;
The Golden Rule
July 1,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Fire fly
Fire fly!
Fire fly!
You are my friend and fly!
You are the children's and kid's beloved fly!
You are an insect
You are small in size
You have fire with your body
You make strange noises at night
By the help of your magical fire
You spread light
Your are trying to help people by spreading light
You softens the darkness away by your light
Oh! What a light you got!
Please give me your light
Share the secret of your magic
You are held captive by some naughty children
You are troubled by them
As they torture you
But fire fly! fire fly!
You are my friend...
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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The poet and poetess
(a poetical exercise with Menime Soul)
The poet:
Oh..is it just a strange illusion..?
I feel love knocking on my door.
I know..and this is my confession..
I always loved you from my core.
The poetess:
My love is like a darkness fire
It's like a subconscious dream
It burns to kill any desire
Even you hate me and you scream
But I'll make you be completely mine
And you will feel so much alive
And when in dawn the sun will shine
you'll be yourself and you'll survive.
The poet:
Oh great..this is not an illusion.
This is love in its perfection.
Hard to believe but I know my dear..
This is true love's resurrection.
The poetess:
My love for you is complete and strong
I feel we met in other life
And love of a life time is one song
We sing it as husband and wife.
The poet:
I waited my whole life for this night
No matter how cold it is out
You changed my day, you're the dawn of light
Your love keeps me warm, it's no doubt.
The poetess:
When we can feel our love inside
And maybe it is more than love
It's our everything, it's our flood tide
A new world of time, a rock dove.
And I feel this need deeply within
And our dawn entwining the souls
By inspiring breath and touching skin
At the moment we become whole.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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