A Real Woman
These crake peaks of compassion
Climb Angel Falls
Himalayan Mountains
Dharma stars
You are the elegant oppressed
Billy Holiday sings like the broken
In love with images
Enamored with museums
I try to penetrate the dragon armor
Agendas like arrows of poison
The prisoner of lingerie
Silk and satin illusions
She smiles and I am troubled
I want a Goddess not a human
I am the intellectual of concepts
When the chase ends what is there?
The preconceptions of intimacy
Tears and a little girl
A real woman scares me
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Mirror And The Reflection
I look into a mirror, who is it that I see?
This person cannot be me, can she?
Her smile scares me
The person she is
Is not the person I am
What is in her eyes
Is grief
Hatred
No emotions that is happy
What happened with the girl infront of me?
What made her so sad?
She smiles again
That sends shivers down my spine
Her tears make me cry
She falls and me not long after
We cry
There is just grief
Nothing can make us stop crying
Oh dear god
I look at my hands
The tears won't stop falling
Why is it that I am crying?
I am not that girl
I am not sad
I look up to the mirror
Maybe another sight will stand there
The mirror falls
Soon there is not just tears in my hand
There is also blood
Blood that stained from my heart
And as I realize, That girl was indeed me
The one I will be come
The one with a broken heart
The one with a dying fate
But that I already knew
And as I lie there
The reflection on the shattered mirror
Laughs with a sad pain in her voice
Parallel Universe
Parallel dream with an ankle chain
She dances like a fire that must burn
We are the corridors of beryl
Moons of Jupiter
Sentinels of Venus
Past the pearl promise of pain
Pain has become a Gothic star
Liquid permeable pools
Extensions of wet temptation
Friends of the pheromone doors
Milky Way satin like gossamer lingerie
Dungeon voices elegant as black high heels
She sleeps in the mountains blossom
She wakes me with wolves of night
Neurons circle new strange moons
Misty in a mask of ancient fire
Dreams bring eyes from another sky
She binds my hands with pleasure
The book of myth is open
Forests with gold talons
Red and silk stars
She has come like a thorn
I am afraid to leave my cage
My moist sweet cave
Captive in a parallel universe
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Screen credits
Hollywood, Bollywood –
what’s in a name?
illusions film illusions;
reality’s the frame…
But Hindus have the best seats
in real life’s picture-house:
resting in eternity,
watching all else pass..
*
(occasioned by reading the 'Hindupedia' website on Dharma, Ayurveda, and much else..)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dark Arrows
Cupid has many arrows
Some wait for Valentines Day
I go where the river flows
Where waters drown me
Do you wait for perfection?
Perfect lovers are so dam boring
She flies with dark daring wings
She hides in castles lit in candles
Now the moon sings like the wind
Nestled in a book where vampires kiss
Moonlight thru the window
Silk and satin stairways
Dungeons and gold ankle chains
Sometimes Cupid plays the Doors
Play that song again and turn it up
Struck with dark arrows
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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She was an Angel
It was written in the stars
That she would be something special
She was an Angel
A musical entrepeneur
Off the past, present and the future
Her voice was real
There was no need to mimic
Her romantic musical lyrics
She was an Angel
People were always curious
About this musical genius
Many used to climb the hills
And stand still
Just to hear her making love
To the strings of her guitar
She belted out songs
Some in a whisper
While the crowd will chant away
Delighted to hear her play
She was an Angel
A profilic writer
An Angelic diva
A musical master
feeling the air with pure emotion
Music was her entire life's devotion
She was an Angel
Her words were magical
Always casting on the crowd a spell
Taking them momentarily
out of their troubled hell
Yes it was written in stars
That she would be something special
She was beautiful
She was wonderful
She was an Angel
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Petrified
Every girl avoids me
and of all the girls that I chase
not one wants to woo me,
although they can find real love.
No flowers or poems that I venture
makes any girl look at me.
Every girl avoids me
and of all the girls that I chase
passes me by,
as if not one will stay with me
and it hits me very low
that I cannot succeed with any woman or maiden
and every girl avoids me
poem by Gert Strydom
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It's Too Real
You keep talkin' - who you trying to kid?
Tryin' to keep your feelings hid
And i'm a prisoner of the past
It's so hard to make a good thing last
We know history
Over and over, will it repeat
Hey you, it's only me
No heart on my sleeve
Here we go, some things are inevitable
Don't we know, it could be so beautiful
It's too real
Situation flammable
Love is, love is, love is....
A big scary animal
Hey girl, be a man
Why'd you let it get out of hand
Hey boy, be a girl
Who wants to live in a man's world?
Come down, feel the ground
We can't keep going 'round and around
I know it's only you
Can i refuse? can i refuse? can i refuse?
Hey boy, serves you right
Why'd you have to take that bite
Hey girl, play your game
God knows they're all the same
Hey girl, listen up
No use drink' from that broken cup
Hey man, feel the fear
Someday i'm gonna catch your tears
Here we go, some things are inevitable
Don't we know, it could be so beautiful
It's too real
Situation flammable
Love is, love is, love is....
A big scary animal
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Broken Angel
i smile a fake smile
so no one can actually see
that my pain is over whelming
that i could never leave
if any one were to ask,
i would have to say
i'm a broken angel
or i could fly away
no one has ever noticed
my eyes are always filled with tears
my heart is always breaking
and i don't want to be here
i don't think i'm an angel
for i don't believe in it
but in some ways i'm a BROKEN angel
hoping to fly away
i sperad my wings
i try to fly
but my hope
has already died
i let tears fall
i yell to someone
i reach out my hand
i run down the hall
no one chases after me
no one screams my name
i'll try to fly
if my wings don't burn
i'm a broken angel
i WANT to fly away
this broken angel
has almost died
i can't go to heaven
i've sinned too much
i can't go to hell
i've sinned not enough
i'm a broken angel
i need to fly
THIS broken angel
has pretty much died
poem by Joan Johnson
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Dharma For One
[instrumental]
[introduction:]
Shes really turned on by the television, and vice versa.
Heres a song called, [? ? ? ]. yes, right. rearranged though,
Nevertheless. a new lease on life. in other words, its just a bit
Louder. ''dharma for one.
[lyrics:]
Dharma, seek and you will find
Truth within your mind, dharma.
Dharma, each to his own we say,
Together well end astray, dharma.
Truth is like freedom, it doesnt fool me.
Be true to yourself, never think that youre free.
Dharma will come eventually.
[outtroduction:]
Thank you! [? ? ? ]
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Someday
someday..
the robins will sing again
my lovesong long gone wheh you..
disappeared on te hills
and mountains beyond
and rode an caribous without feet
you had taken and shown the devils in you
long been there before you destroy my life
took away the lights of the stars
with your dobious charms and devilish smiles
i do not want to chase you..i just wanted to let you
by now and be with your devil lovers hiding in..
the blackmoon riding on chariots squeaking
of twisted wheels..
someday...
the flowers will blomm even in winter
flowers that wilted when you
scampered away and shattered my dreams..
you leftmy heart broken when you shouted
over hills and dales that you had found another devil
that gives you the power to buy
the gems that will never be found..
you had shown the real you..
a black angel that sings not of melody but of elegy
not of dreams but nightmares you excel
i do not even dreamt of following you..
i do not need to waste again my moments for..
a prankster as you..
someday...
i will sing my song again..
with the robins while building a nes on the..
bosom of the oak tree deeply rooted on..
a fertlie ground of my beloved home
someday..
my flowers will bloom again even
there is winter.even there is fall
for with a learnt heart..
and mind of wisdom..i know
i will be in love
to someone much much better than you...
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Bridge Over Troubled Water
(words & music by paul simon)
When youre weary, feeling small
When tears are in your eyes I will dry them all
Im on your site, oh, when times get rough
And friends just cant be found
Like a bridge over troubled water,
I will lay me down,
Oh, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
When youre down and out, when youre on the streets
When evening falls so hard, I will comfort you
Ill take your part when the darkness falls and pain is all around
Yes, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Oh, like a bridge over troubled water
I will lay me down
Sail on, silver girl, sail on by
Your time has come to shine
All your dreams are on their way
See how they shine
Oh, if you need a friend,
Im sailing right behind
Yes, like a bridge over troubled water
I, I will ease your mind
Like a bridge over troubled water
I will easy your mind
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Poison Girl
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
A prey she was for the cruelty of love
While its serpent inside crawled straight towards her heart
The coldest kiss love ceased to exist
While we grew apart like never before
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
The fire in her eyes
Grew dim and then died
As the poison inside
Reached her heart
And the coldest kiss
Faith ceased to exist
As we grew apart
Like never before
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
And the taste of the poison on her lips is of a tomb
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love wants us dead
Just me and my poison girl
I did it all just for her
I did it all just for her
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
Poison girl (4x)
And love's heart is death
For me and my poison girl
In this poison world
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Since childhood the night scares you
Since childhood the night scares you
as if here in Africa dark things do sneak about
and when the stars appear you start to long
for tomorrows when the sun hangs bright in the blue sky
and it feels as if something almost touchable sneaks up on you.
Since childhood the night scares you
as if even the wind hisses at times like a deadly snake,
as if something dangerous is drinking water from the dog's bowl
and when the stars appear you start to long
do want to replace your fears with my presence,
and you want to baste in the passion of our love.
Since childhood the night scares you
and it feels as if something evil wants to catch you
when you sometimes find shelter in the bath
and when the stars appear you start to long
while I dry the tears from your rosy cheek,
and hold on to you through the night.
Since childhood the night scares you
and when the stars appear you start to long.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Song of an Angel
Be still, and listen to the wind,
As it whispers through the leaves,
For the gentle song of angels,
Is blowing in the breeze.
A song that sings of little hands,
That did so many jobs,
Hands that now are gently clasped,
Within the grasp of God.
A song that sings of a little heart,
That always poured out love,
A heart that now is full of joy,
As God holds him up above.
A song that sings of little smiles,
That brightened many days,
Smiles that now warm the hearts,
Of angels on their way.
A song that sings of a little boy,
That always was a friend,
A little boy who's shown us all,
That God's love never ends.
Be still, and listen to the wind,
As it whispers through these leaves,
For the gentle song of an angel,
Is blowing in its breeze.
-In loving memory of Charles McMichael
poem by Jean Penner
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Love And Attraction
I do not want anyone, anyone who really wants me,
Every one that I desire, wants to be with someone else. . .
I find it so amusing.
Isn't that the way it goes?
I'm a blimp on someones radar
They don't even catch my eye
I want what I haven't got, even if it kills me trying.
I want her, she wants him, he wants me, I give in.
I want her, I want him, I don't want anything.
I started questioning, the rules of coupling.
This strip is mobius, it's never ending.
Love and attraction.
It's like sex and passion.
It's two ends of a spectrum.
Are you a friend or a lover?
Now pick one or the other.
It's not easy to find, anyone who captivates me,
Anyone deserving time.
Must have some how, eyes confide
Looking in the wrong direction.
She wants him, he wants me, I don't want anybody,
And everyone who wants me-
It's so amusing.
Love and attraction.
It's like sex and passion.
It's two ends of a spectrum.
Are you a friend or lover?
Now pick one or the other.
Everybody wants someone to hold.
Everybody wants to choose a role.
Everybody wants to break the mold.
No hint of bravery.
Everybody chases and some will deal.
Never play a chance tho' none are for real.
Everything falls between the cracks of
Love and attraction.
Love and attraction.
It's like sex and passion.
It's two ends of a spectrum.
Are you a friend or lover?
Now pick one or the other.
Love and attraction
It's like joy and sadness
It's like peace and conflict
You can chase them forever
Are they ever together?
Love and attraction
Love and attraction
Love and attraction
You can chase them forever
Are they ever together?
Everybody wants someone to hold.
Everybody wants to choose a role.
Everybody wants to break the mold.
No hint of bravery.
Everybody chases and some will deal.
Never play a chance tho' none are for real.
Everything falls between the cracks of
Love and attraction.
Love and attraction
Love and attraction
Love and attraction
You can chase them forever
Are they ever together?
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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It's Too Real (Big Scary Animal)
-- written by Charlotte Caffey, Belinda Carlisle,
Ralph Schuckett
You keep talkin' - who you trying to kid?
Tryin' to keep your feelings hid
And I'm a prisoner of the past
It's so hard to make a good thing last
We know history
Over and over, will it repeat
Hey you, it's only me
No heart on my sleeve
Here we go, some things are inevitable
Don't we know, it could be so beautiful
It's too real
Situation flammable
Love is, love is, love is....
A big scary animal
Hey girl, be a man
Why'd you let it get out of hand
Hey boy, be a girl
Who wants to live in a man's world?
Come down, feel the ground
We can't keep going 'round and around
I know it's only you
Can I refuse? Can I refuse? Can I refuse?
Hey boy, serves you right
Why'd you have to take that bite
Hey girl, play your game
God knows they're all the same
Hey girl, listen up
No use drink' from that broken cup
Hey man, feel the fear
Someday I'm gonna catch your tears
Here we go, some things are inevitable
Don't we know, it could be so beautiful
It's too real
Situation flammable
Love is, love is, love is....
A big scary animal
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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A Boy's Song
Where the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the blackbird sings the latest,
Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,
Where the nestlings chirp and flee,
That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest,
There to track the homeward bee,
That's the way for Billy and me.
Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.
Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.
But this I know, I love to play
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and over the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.
poem by James Hogg
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Evil Angel
There’s a beautiful angel
Sent from above
But she’s an evil angel
The heavens call her love.
This beautiful angel
She falls from the sky
Looking for someone to torture
On the wings of a butterfly
This angel seems to find you
Where you may go
She lands on your shoulder
And love she does show
This angel is evil
She gives you love then takes it away
Leaving your heart always empty
For her love is never here to stay
This angel has hurt me
Many times before
So I’m closing my heart completely
It will not be broken no more.
poem by Black Broken Heart
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The Angel with the Broken Wings
Angel fallen from sky,
Watching as life passed her by,
Filled with the worlds horrid things,
The angel with broken wings.
No one helps, no one prays,
For the girl who shows the black and grays,
Why does all the bad cling?
To the angel with the broken wings.
Sometimes she flies in her dreams,
But that doesn’t stop her screams,
When will they stop the sting?
For the angel with the broken wings.
One day this angel will fly above,
And fill the world with lots of love,
One day she’ll help to heal the dings,
In another angel with the broken wings.
poem by Belle Potter
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I'm the type of girl
Im the type of girl that will hang on.
And never let go.
I'm the type of girl whose always hyper.
The one you wanna know.
Im the type of girl you wont wanna date.
But would love to be just friends.
I'm the type of girl who knows the killer.
Long before it ends.
I'm the type of girl whose rooms a mess.
But whose desk is always neat.
I'm the type of girl who is slightly weird.
But you really wanna meet.
I'm the type of girl that holds her tounge.
But never says whats right.
I'm the type of girl who loves to sleep.
But reads all through the night.
I'm the type of girls who fails at sports.
But wins at every game.
I'm the type of girl that always cries.
But covers all the pain.
I'm the type of girl that falls inlove.
With all the wrong guys.
I'm the type of girl thats ready to believe.
In all your pathetic lies.
I'm the type of girl that hates Taylor Lautner.
And all those other teens.
I'm the type of girl who sits alone.
But chases every dream.
I'm the type of girl you can't forget.
Or get out of your head.
I'm the type of girl who'll stick by your side.
Even when your dead.
I'm the type of girl who says what she feels.
And means every single words.
I'm the type of girl that falls up stairs.
And sings songs you've never heard.
I'm the type of girl who spends her life.
Writing depressing poems.
I'm the type of girl who loves to walk.
'Cause she likes to be alone.
I'm the type of girl that begs for love.
But is too afraid to fall.
I'm the type of girl who feels so short.
Even though shes tall.
I'm the type of girl that's to unique to fit in.
But doesn't mind either way.
I'm the type of girl that will love her ex.
Until the feelings fade.
I'm the type of girl you'll never know.
But would have to just meet.
I'm the type of girl who can never decide.
On what she wants to eat.
I'm the type of girl who can rhyme in a second.
But is always slow to catch on.
I'm the type of girl whose had her heart broken.
And wonders what went wrong?
I'm the type of girl you can't understand.
For I'm a type too rare to know.
I'm the type of girl who keeps hanging on.
Long after you've letten go.
I'm the type of girl who writes for hours.
And dreams of what she'll never be.
I'm the type of girl who can only be defined.
As different, complicated, and unique.
poem by Silence Dogood
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