Reverie of Tenderness
Slipping down the pane
soothing former pain,
looking through reflections
of miss mission's misdirections,
je suis
From epidermal ephemerality
to thermal collaterality
feelings, scent, sent reeling
former barriers, thereby healing
tu es
Heart beats' drum from tympan pulse
to tears torn through relief repulse
grief's leaf, as lief two share in joy
repudiating puppet, toy
il[e] est
Contact confirm steam dreams' supreme
while wild eyes rain, hope's reign is theme
that 'out on limb' translates to goal,
gaol free, hearts whole, no longer sole
... id est
reverie of tenderness...
31 May 2010 PXX_KLZ
N; B;
je suis - I am... or I follow?
tu es - you are... not tué - killed
il{e] est... is an island ... or he is?
id est... that is (to say]
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Quand j'ai vu vos yeux pour la premiere fois,
J'etais perdu
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On attend pour ces moments divins pour toute la vie
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Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
C'etait en octobre, il y a deux ans et c'etait la troisieme fois que je vous ai vu
J'ai pas eu le courage pour ces premiers mots impossibles
Et meme reflechir a ce probleme pour commencer une conversation etait un cliche
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
J'etais bien place au bar et camoufle derriere un livre tres important
Avec un sourire dans vos yeux vous m'avez demande : < Quel est le titre de
votre livre ? >
Et j'ai repondu apres une pause assez artificielle : < Je ne sais pas ! >
Quand je suis avec vous, je suis perdu
Just a few
Quand je suis amoureux, c'est la peur
Juste un peu
song performed by by Yello
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Now gentle Love you guide us in your reign
which rules a night whose stars at last align
and tiers of passion mirror from it's pane
Parched, featureless lone landscape of the plain
when winds of oaths, rapt thunder, light entwine,
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now forwards to a night where two combine
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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
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when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
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When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
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people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Révolte
Je suis révolté,
Révolté contre toute forme de retraite anticipée,
Révolté contre l’inaptitude juvénile,
Je suis révolté contre toute forme de discrimination,
Révolté contre toute forme de racisme,
Je suis révolté,
Je n’ai pas de place dans la société,
Je suis révolté,
Ma jeunesse paraît vielle,
Encore jeune, je suis vigoureux,
Encore jeune, j’ai des projets,
Encore jeune, je veux avancer,
Encore jeune,
Je suis révolté contre toute forme de l’inactivité,
Le jeune, c’est la force,
Le jeune, c’est la détermination,
La jeune, c’est le pouvoir de percer,
Alors, je dois avancer,
Je dois percer,
Je dois y arriver,
Car c’est mon destin,
Je dits non à la paraisse,
Je dits non, au découragement,
Je ne regarde plus que mon devenir,
Je me retourne que vers mon avenir,
Mon ambition me guide,
J’apprends à devenir grande personne,
Ma jeunesse c’est mon temps,
Je dois en profiter,
Apprendre, lire, m’informer,
C’est mes habitudes,
Alors, je suis révolté de ne rien faire,
Je suis révolté qu’on me bloque le passage,
Je suis révolté de n’être pas intégré,
Révolté et encore révolté,
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Je Suis Africain
Je suis africain,
Le sang du peuple noir coule dans mes veines,
Je suis africain, je vente et vend ma culture,
Je suis africain, je suis fière de l’être,
Je suis africain,
Depuis toujours je l’ai été,
Depuis le ventre de ma mère,
Avant même que je fût conçu,
Laisser moi venter ma Négritude,
Laisser moi chanter que je suis noir,
Oh, quelle jolie peau,
Oh quelle peau endurante,
Oh quelle force,
Oh quelle élégance,
Mon sol donne des fruits à chaque période,
La pluie n’arrête d’arroser mon champ,
J’aime ma culture,
J’aime mon Afrique,
Car je puis tout faire dans le pays de mes ancêtres,
Je suis libre chez moi,
L’exode me conduit dans la séparation avec mon Afrique,
L’exode m’empêche de cerner encore et encore ma destinée dans mon propre pays,
Oh quel bonheur d’être africain,
poem by Kafun Lady
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The Beat
Drum, drum, hear the drum
beating its beat
for what's to come.
It beats like your heart
a steady boom.
It slows sometimes
and then will resume.
And when the drum beats
can't be heard
and your heart no longer
can be stirred,
the silence reaches where you are
because the drum beat
is too far.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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23feb Earth Swells Into National Cry Mourning
rain falls heavy
like an old friend
tears at funeral
hot dry
summer dust
tear fed
choked hearts
release pain
individual pain
earth swells
into national
cry mourning
steady drum beat
march on life
honoured resolve
new showers
quake
hopes broken
new showers
quake
solid memory
fallen
not forgotten
friendship
endures
love endures
drum beats
rain rain
is falling harder
many showers
tears cascades
torrential rain
falls fast intense
sound loud
continuous
emotion
outpouring
still a heavy rain falls
in our feeling hearts
to fill the cold silences
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Broken Hearts
Two hearts joined
In the fate of love
Two hearts break
In the wings of a dove
One heart still loves
Still hopes, Still dreams
One heart hurts
One heart Screams
The heart that loves
Still hopes, Still dreams
That's my heart
Torn at the seams
The heart that hurts
The one that screams
That's his heart
Torn at the seams
Two hearts lost
A beloved lil dream
The hurt the pain
A never ending dream
The heart that's his
Threw it away
The love, The affection
An eventful day
Two hearts joined
But ripped and torn
Just as violent
As a winter storm
One heart still loves
Still hopes, Still dreams
To one day fix his
and sew up the seams
But one heart still hurts
Still cries, Still screams
That's his heart
With no more dreams
A heart confused
A heart in pain
That's his heart
A heart with no gain
Two hearts broken
Ripped at the seams
But two hearts Joined
Forever in their dreams
My heart hopes
That his heart sees
The love we share
Was meant to be
My heart waits
For his to return
My heart hopes
That his will learn
That my heart and his
......Were meant to be
poem by Rose Favela
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Healing Rain
Healing rain is coming down
It's coming nearer to this old town
Rich and poor, weak and strong
It's bringing mercy, it won't be long
Healing rain is coming down
It's coming closer to the lost and found
Tears of joy, and tears of shame
Are washed forever in Jesus' name
Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I'm not afraid
To be washed in Heaven's rain
Lift your heads, let us return
To the mercy seat where time began
And in your eyes, I see the pain
Come soak this cry heart with healing rain
And only You, the Son of man
Can take a leper and let him stand
So lift your hands, they can be held
By someone greater, the great I Am
Healing rain, it comes with fire
So let it fall and take us higher
Healing rain, I'm not afraid
To be washed in Heaven's rain
To be washed in Heaven's rain...
Healing rain is falling down
Healing rain is falling down
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid...
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Winters apart
We live winters apart
That's how we live and love
It may have become a black art
But it's indicative of
The way we live the lie
The way we seek
To share "but honestly, misapply
Some old technique"
Yes you were given unto me to trust.
But in due course eternal ice-cores were broken...
Now all our reflections combust
Like those words here...unspoken...
Yes, we live winters apart
You and I that's how we live and love
Each heart is on a downturn pie chart
It's indicative of
The music within the music
The pulse within the pulse
That beats so, so rightly virtuosic
Even our truest echoes are now a repulse
For perfection is an ice crystal
Shimmering darkly on a winters evening
Cold and unfulfilled with internal melting
Melting but frozen aware of its own betrayal.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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These tears of mine
Tears of mine, lover of mine
Until when shall i mourn,
Your presence which is ever absent,
I miss the days we never spent,
The kiss you never gave,
The scent i never smelt,
And the tenderness of yours,
I miss you so,
These are tears of mine
I thought i touched you,
I thought i kissed you,
I thought i felt you,
It was just but a dream,
I miss you so,
These are the tears of mine
My nights are desolate,
My bed is empty,
My hands are damp,
My lips so dry,
Rescue me oh my love,
I miss you so,
These are tears of mine
I see myself,
I imagine,
I cogitate,
Then i cry
Yes come to me,
Yes set me free,
My cheeks are wet,
I miss you so,
These tears of mine
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Rain Tears
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Melding in torrential fears:
Chill of cloud; saddened eye-
In either way, a latent cry.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Married under sceptic jeers:
‘They'll never last.' Methinks not true, for
Either way, forever blue.
Rain, tears, rain, tears,
Simple love with lacy cares,
Their intercourse will ne'er refrain
From rain and tears and tears and rain.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Yesterdays Letter
I wrote a letter yesterday
Just trying to explain
Couldnt find the words to say
Cause you are so far away, so far away
I wrote a letter yesterday
Its so hard for me to face
That it had to end this way
But my love will never change, will never change
When I search my soul to find the truth
About the love we shared
I wonder why youre no longer here
You can just walk away
But I dont feel the same
My heart still beats for you
Craves for you
Sings for you
And those feelings will never fade
I cant hide my pain
I can never hide the way I feel for you
Ive been talking in my sleep
About the way it used to be
Girl I pray that you hear me
Then Ill see you in my dreams
Oh, in my dreams
Well I cant forget the words you said
To pull away from my life
And no matter what Ill carry you inside
You can just walk away
But I dont feel the same
My heart still beats for you, breaks for you, sinks for you
And those feelings will never fade
I cant hide my pain
I can never hide the way I feel for you
Sooner or later your gonna realize
That this type of love happens once in your life
So open your eyes girl
And see what we could be
You can just walk away
But I dont feel the same
My heart still beats for you, breaks for you, sinks for you
And those feelings will never fade
I cant hide my pain
I can never hide the way I feel for you
You can just walk away
But I dont feel the same
My heart still beats for you, breaks for you, sinks for you
And those feelings will never fade
I cant hide my pain
I can never hide the way I feel for you
song performed by by 98 Degrees
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