2am Rain
Implement the lotus predicate
Ruffled in the nest of change
You deny me
Bravado as soft as tears
Lonely acoustic religion
Gardens owned by the fall
Shrunken visions of scorn
You are owned
Cordial temple
Impervious idealism
I have left you an orphan
Your lovers are sterile
By the rainbow moon I sail
Flurries of jazz rivers
Evening is my court room
Spandau guards smoke
Madness brings no closure
Fences become friends
Only the sea within crashes
I sleep again a free man
How I love the 2am rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Destiny
destiny
has once again surprised me
oh destiny
must want you here beside me
quietly
like the sunrise with its splendor
unexpectedly
with a passion strong yet tender
you draw me in
like the moon draws the tide
swept away by this love
taken in by your eyes
if I had to walk away from you
I know that it would be no use
'cause you're so deep inside of me
can't deny
I never want to be set free
the more you give the more I need
you can't change what is meant to be
no you can't change destiny
destiny
destiny
speaks with many voices
so eventually
we're obliged to make
some choices
oh destiny
who I thought I owned completely
just to toy with me
made me fall in love so deeply
you fill my soul
like the stars fill the sky
brought to life
this new world
where I'm held captive inside
if I had to walk away from you
I know that it would be no use
'cause you're so deep inside of me
can't deny
I never want to be set free
the more you give the more I need
you can't change what is meant to be
no
song performed by by Gloria Estefan from Destiny
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Buddha at the Bodhi tree (Sri Lanka)
Here, to the oldest living tree
Pilgrims have flown, sailed, crawled and bussed
To feel its shade to know its strength
The world’s not owned but held in trust
It never withers, fresh shoots grow
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Does not apply to such a tree
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Buddha, in this tree’s motherland
Had conquered self and fear and lust
Now every seed the message gives
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Treasures you covet, things possessed
Silver and gold all turn to rust
Others will claim your home, your land
The world’s not owned but held in trust
Your little self’s a puff of smoke
To every living thing be just
Power brings responsibilities
The world’s not owned but held in trust
The fluttering leaves eternal tell
Man’s not immortal, die we must
Live a full life but live it well
The world’s not owned, but held in trust
poem by Sheena Blackhall
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Closer To Heaven
(lead vocal - eric woolfson)
Rising and falling lighter than air
Silently calling no one is there
Oh, bird that is flying so high and so free
Closer to heaven than you and me
Voices of strangers keep me from sleep
Guardian angels watch over the deep
A ship that is sailing way out to the sea
Closer to heaven than you and me
Visions of rain fall out of blue skies
Rivers of tears fall out of dry eyes
Answer my question tell me no lies
Is this the real world or a fools paradise?
Wind that is blowing so wild and so free
Closer to heaven than you and me
Closer to heaven longing to be
Closer to heaven than you and me
Visions of rain fall out of blue skies
Rivers of tears fall out of dry eyes
Answer my question tell me no lies
Is this the real world or a fools paradise?
Love that lies sleeping wakes in the night
Secrets for keeping that wont see the light
I look to the future and I hope it will be
Closer to heaven than you and me
Closer to heaven longing to be
Closer to heaven than you and me
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Lonely am I
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways
Lonely are the seasons
Lonely are the years
So lonely am I, that it brings tears.
Lonely is this place
Lonely is my life
Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife
Lonely is this court room
Lonely is my sentence
So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.
Lonely i am..
Lonely are the nights
Lonely are the days
Lonely am I, in so many ways
Lonely are the seasons
Lonely are the years
So lonely am I, that it brings tears.
Lonely is this place
Lonely is my life
Lonely am I, that I reach for a knife
Lonely is this court room
Lonely is my sentence
So lonely am I that I ask for repentance.
poem by Keyush shah
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Voice of my Soul
I want to hear the silence
that brings peace on my mind,
I want to hear the songs
that play deeply in my soul
I want to walk on rainbow
and holds the hope of dreams
I want to hear the pouring water
that shades my tears away,
I want to hold the oceans
and feels I owned the world.
I want to stare the sunset
that brings for another day
I want to feel the morning sunrise
that shows the beauty of life
I want to ride on clouds
that lift my spirit free
I want to hear the wave from shore
that brings joy in my heart
I want to love and be loved,
I want to live for life....
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Raining Tears
out my eyes,
from the clouds
they fall
tears of rain,
tears of all.
down my cheeks,
from which i fall,
they rain,
on
and on.
across my lips,
down the rivers,
tears of rain,
just go
on
and on.
down my chin,
down the plateau,
lonely river
just flows
on
and on
on and on.
drops to the chest,
across my heart,
raining tears,
into a ocean
deep in blue,
on
and on
on and on
the ocean goes
lonely ocean of tears.
poem by Darlene Belcher
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Random Freedom Thoughts
a man is no more
than the smallest act
of giving he leaves behind.
a true patriot
embodies the ideal
of freedom and equality.
we live all of our lives
searching for what we knew
when we were born.
our concepts of God,
like a microwave dinner,
the real thing much better...
and totally different!
religion the drug
that keeps us from expressing,
the veil with which
we cover the truth...
and racial prejudice,
the saddest form of ignorance...
like loving your right hand,
and hating your left.
that which we own,
we are most often owned by.
that which really matters,
cannot be owned!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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How Far We Have Fallen!
my ancestors walked barefoot,
followed the herds,
danced in the firelight....
played instruments made by hand,
prayed to the god of wind and rain....
made love in the moonlight....
owned nothing, owned by no one....
how far we have fallen,
how long the journey home!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Wedge
the wedge lays there
openly
your hands are moving towards
the center
your mouth brings rain
your fingers bring a quake
your eyes fall
and yet you still see everything
it is so beautiful
but it can never be yours
it is owned by it
and there is no more giving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Maximum Joy
(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
On glory day well get the gifts of heaven up above
All around you hope and joy, to find and fall in love
Can you feel that maximum joy
Rolling round like a brand new boy
Rain and sunshine from heaven
Feeling the wonder, of sun ,rain and thunder
Unravelling lifes mysteries, living to make history
Free at last...
Can you feel that maximum joy
Rolling round like a brand new boy
Rain and sunshine from heaven
Can you feel that maximum joy
Rolling round like a brand new boy
Rain and sunshine from heaven
Can you feel it...
Let dreamers dream and lovers leap
I pray for you our souls to keep free at last...
Can you feel that maximum joy
Rolling round like a brand new boy
Rain and sunshine from heaven
Can you feel that maximum joy
Rolling round like a brand new boy
Rain and sunshine from heaven
I will catch and keep you like a rainbow in my room
And tie you to a star thats rising, dancing on the moon, on the moon
Can you feel it...maximum joy...maximum joy
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Television Man
Im looking and Im dreaming for the first time
Im inside and Im outside at the same time
And everything is real
Do I like the way I feel?
When the world crashes in into my living room
Television man made me what I am
People like to put the television down
But we are just good friends
(Im a) television man
I knew a girl, she was a macho man
But its alright, I wasnt fooled for long
This is the place for me
Im the king, and youre the queen
Chorus
Take a walk in the beautiful garden
Everyone would like to say hello
It doesnt matter what you say
Come and take us away
The world crashes in, into my living room
The world crashes in, into my living room
The world crashes in, into my living room
The world crashes in, into my living room
And we are still good friends...(television man)
Im watching everything...(television man)
Television man...(television man)
Im watching everything...(television man)
Television man...and Im gonna say
We are still good friends...and Im trying to be
Watchin everything...and I gotta say
We are still good friends...you know the way it is
Television man...Ive got what you need
We are still good friends...i know the way you are
Television man...i know what youre tryin to be
Watchin everything...and I gotta say
Thats how the story ends.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Some Call It Jazz
Evening like orange groves of joy
Joy with thunder and wind
Rain as free as rivers
Natural love with no melancholy hills
Bass runs in jazz joy
Quiet and peace in the sax notes
Laid back and mellow
Drummer plays like a mystic
Trumpet glows like stars
Piano chords with space and magic
Leave your rueful side streets
No games
No class
Just music as sweet as life
Some call it jazz
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Love The Tsarskoselsky Gardens
I love the Tsarskoselsky Gardens
Late in the fall when, in soft haze
Enfolded, as in sleep's embrace
They lie... The cold's breath slowly hardens,
And on the dull glass of the lake,
Clad in that same fine haze, white-winged
And strangely languid visions linger
And seem bemused, but half-awake.
The skies are grey, by not a star lit...
The evening's shadows onward press
And softly lick the steps dark scarlet
Of Catherine's lofty palaces.
Then dark the gardens grow and dreamy,
The stars appear and turn a dome,
Outlined by them, into a gleam of
A golden past, its symbol lone...
poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Crater Lake
Once youve left a lonely rage on its own it grows
And dynamite stuffed in a mailbox doesnt smoke until it blows
And oh, all the tears in four tiny years
Well look at me, Im frightening my friends
You better roll me
I bought a map of the moon
Theres a crater with my name on it and a really good view
There I was getting drunk in your room
Because I wanted to throw my weight around
And oh, all the tears in four tiny years well look at me, Im frightening my friends
You better roll me home
You better roll me home
You better roll me home
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Say Goodbye
So here we are tonight, you and me together
The storm outside, the fire is bright
And in your eyes I see whats on my mind
Youve got me wild, turned around inside
And then desire, see, is creeping up heavy inside here
And do you feel the same way as I do now
Now lets make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
Just for an evening
When we make our passion pictures
You and me twist up as secret creatures
And well stay here
Tommorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends, but tonight lets be lovers, we kiss and sweat
Well turn this better thing
To the best
Of all we can offer, just a rogue kiss
Tangled tongues and lips,
See me this way
Im turning and turning for you
Girl, just tonight
Float away here with me
An evening just wait and see
But tommorrow go back to your man
Im back to my world
And were back to being friends
Wait and see me,
Tonight lets do this thing
All we are is waisting hours until the
Sun comes up its all ours
On our way here
Tommorrow go back to being friends
Go back to being friends
Tonight lets be lovers, say you will
And hear me call, soft-spooken
Whispering love
A thing or two I have to say here
Tonight lets go all the way then
Love Ill see you
Just for this evening
Lets strip down, trip out at this
One evening starts with a kiss
Run away
And tommorrow
Back to being friends
Lovers...love...lovers
Just for tonight, one night...love you
And tommorrow say goodbye
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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Rainbow Around The Moon
The scarlet strips of sunset
set the horizon aglow
as it slips behind
the shaded purple mountains
before the sun goes to sleep.
Night of a million stars appear
to set the night alight
and cast a rainbow around the moon
as far below in sleepy hollows
midnight lovers swoon.
The chorus of nocturnal creatures
keeps the night alive
as the moon with
its rainbow crown
smiles down on the lovers below.
Soon the sun will rise again
to herald in a new day
and the rainbow and the moon
will lose their embrace
as the new day comes to call.
27 June 2012
poem by David Harris
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JAZZ and RAINBOWS
What is Jazz - What is a Rainbow?
You can ask the questions - don't expect answers
Jazz is free and yet constrained
Rainbows come and go as they please
Jazz is wild and yet restrained
Rainbow can't exist without rain
Jazz is open and yet contained
Rainbows always have red at the top
Jazz is unscored and yet maintained
Rainbows can be single - double - triple
Just as Jango Rheinhardt said to Segovia
Senor it ees all in ze 'ed
The same is true of rainbows
Zey are all inside my 'ed!
It takes all the colours of pure white sound
To create jazz.
It takes all the colours of pure white light
To create a rainbow.
Jazz and rainbows operate on the same principle
In jazz the tone colours are separated by the players
In a rainbow the visible colours are separated by a raindrop
Jazz and rainbows are boh equally beautiful.
After the rain there are stll some drops in the atmosphere
They refract the white light into R O Y G B I V,
In the same way the 'Jazz Combo' is able to dissect.
The white sound of music is disected by the musicains
On a sunny day - the white light hits the raindrop
The colours are dispersed forming the rainbow.
In jazz - each member if the Combo has a colour!
The double bass has red - the saxaphone is orange!
The percussion is yellow - the brass is green
The clarinet is blue - trhe banjo is indigo
The guitar is violet and the piano is striped!
The combo plays and whiite sound is re-produced.
Because we are humans our senses of life are acute.
Our eyes for colour and our ears for sound.
The quality of this provision enables us to distinguish colour
And to distinguish between all the tones and semi-tones.
So next time you see a rainbow - think jazz
And the rainbow will dance for you
Next time you hear some jazzy jazz - think rainbow
And the tone colours of the jazz will spring out at you.
(John Knight - Colchester - October 2009)
poem by John Knight
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Being Left Out
we arrive here together
when the moon was full
for what reason i am left out
i am alone
and you who are all my friends
like sparrows
flew away from me
together
i am like a tree without leaves
and the rocks from the cliff
stare at me in silence
the rivers have their tryst with the sea
the clouds in reunion with the wind
all in their ecstasies
bursting
the fire of sunset amazes me
i want to go near and be burned
there is something lovely
in that red and orange blaze
soon the black bird comes and hovers
on the land that i walk
soon the silence of the stars shall shoo away
the madness of my heart
i may cry and be like the rain and flood all
the paths that you have left me
i may topple some bridges and witness
the fading colors of the rainbow
the dissolving mist of the mountains
these are the utilities of futility
someone has cried and no one listens
i have a dream for many nights now
i have become the moon owning my own light
i speak to my heart and my ears listen
i shine my own light and i am now silent with a hundred stars
you all left me and now i must thrive
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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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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