Lady Of Gold
Dreams from Vienna, vernal troubadours
Violins play soft, cafes in romantic light
French poets with symbols of rebellious mirth
Walk the ancient streets, parades of ghosts
Cobble stone, centuries, clocks, silver myth
Surrealistic images from the sea of Kings
Royal crimson halls where queens smile
Crystal glasses of gentry, castles, carriages
Narrow roads roll through the Alps
Aegean verse from a sea of Keats
Spanish romance with eye's of fire
Crimson goddesses in castles of Italy
Paris and Rome under a full moon
Dance the night in satin dresses
Mediterranean art in moonlit soul
My elegant love is a lady of gold
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Golden Kiss
await your roses in my dreams
Carriages of the troubadour well
Castles in fauve visions of Keats
Every cryptic flower sings of you
Now the world is extravagant grace
Elegant tendrils of spring’s rapture
Colors of the gardens divine wisdom
Love plants vines of mystic wine
Poetry as soft as summer flutes
My darling your eyes are like a forest
Night brings lips of serene moonlight
Joy shines over the sea of harmony
Adagios of romance like mystic begonias
Stars swirl and we are the dance of wind
Cupid has sent his sweet nightingales
Fountains of your heart pour into bliss
I am awakened by a golden kiss
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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In Love With You
Walk this shore of love with me
This shoreline of elegant dreams
Unconventional like jagged rocks
Underground like a winter spring
Some are hurt and must survive
We are the moral ground
Caught between need and honor
Half moon out my window
It is late and you haunt me
Keats knew he was dying
I visited his grave in Rome
Buried by noble Shelley
Poets are troubled waters
Poets are roses in love
Perhaps we shall never meet
Our words like satin sheets
I am in love with you
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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My Muse
They come in silk moonlight
Rising in the high notes
Lingering in corridors of poetry
Sighing in sweet chords
Tribes of ancient color
Spanish silver
Flamingo guitars
Lioness awakens my dry heart
Crinoline forest of mystic joy
Spanish moon shines like a spell
She has come from the sea
She brings me the hurt
She brings me compassion
Love is all the falsely accused
Be a man who cares she says
Her vision surrounds me
Her bracelets of Ulysses
Flowers of Ithaca
Tendrils grow in red gold
Feel the fingers of myth
Centuries in her soft touch
Rings filled with fate
The music burns dusky candles
Castles in the crying wind
See the broken man
Feel the wounded
Her breasts are filled with tears
She tells me of the poor
I am the narrow man of gold
I seek her eyes of beauty
She says grow like the forest
Let your heart see justice, mercy
Dancing by windows
Revel like new flowing love
She moves in shadows of time
Wrapped in gossamer stars
Hear the sweet piano
Feel the beat of fire
Cymbals shimmer with life
She reads a poem of Pablo Neruda
My muse wet like the sea
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Castles Burning
Jimmy wanted her the moment that she stumbled his way
With a cocktail in her hand, she knew how shed win the game
There were beautiful in all the right places
She keeps her rendezvous with soup opera faces
She started rumors that were driving him crazy
He couldnt stop the things theyd say
And they live for, passion, love and pain
In a rage of jealousy and fame
And they watch their dreams go up on flames
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Wo... burnin...
In the kingdom of pretenders love is not what it seems
Jimmy cried and then he punished her
No one heard her scream
On the outside, its all crimson and clover
On the inside, they know its over
And the band of lawyers that steal the show
As they watch their world go up in smoke
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Wo... burnin... burnin... burnin... burnin...
(spoken words)
When we return a story of a 5 alarm fire
Late last night in the prestigious hollywood hills
Where one of the most controversial marriages in the
Entertainment industry went up in smoke, arson is suspected
It is still under investigation...
You know I love you, you know youre my girl,
Id never hurt you... no
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Castles burning... in the dead of night
Burnin... burnin
All is fair in love and war, but war is hell...
In the heart of the night, in the middle of the big bad city
song performed by by Journey
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Temptation
Night comes, she retreats from love
Winter tears water her memories
Enough pain, she closes the door
Snow falls lightly, hearts freeze
No lavender or soft blue only shadows
Behind thick walls her poetry sighs
Art from the dark soul without sun
Cold frosted illicit moonlight shines
Temptation walks along the lost sea
Silver bracelets and golden chains
Eyes pierce through my weakness
By the fire she burns and waits
The treasures of lust howl like wolves
Winding stairways haunted with ghosts
Masks of feasts from ancient Castles
Winds blow along the barren coast
Collect lost souls with thighs of sin
Creatures dead dance in crimson red
Deep inside the islands become desert
Run from the stars to your fallen bed
She burns like Poe's House of Usher
Frozen lioness eyes raging with war
She calls my name and I must go
Between good and evil my soul is torn
Tonight silence pounds like drums
Her gown is silk and fine black lace
Loneliness springs like an endless well
Aquiline beauty in a Goddesses face
I enter into temptations moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Otherside
Nestled in nostalgia
Wondering if it is aware
The past sleeps lightly
Castles seem haunted
Wind and creeks
Memory is mystic
The old stairs and banister
Rain cannot clean blood
Perfume cannot hide war
Memorials of old soldiers
Visitations in the storm
Two dimensions gather
Dust the old flowered lamps
Her soul is filled with antiques
Crystal wine glasses, candles
Washed in sweet ghosts
Other worlds peer
I am no longer afraid
Premonitions, the phone rings
Grand Father clocks chime
Dreams touch the other side
She plays the Moon Light Sonata
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Jolly Old England
Sultry poetry older than Chaucer
Fresh roses for Elizabeth and Victoria
Horse and carriage, chivalry
Bards and skylarks, royal carpets
Protocol with silver trays and tea
Portraits old with ancient ghosts
Castles decor the novels of romance
Gothic knights alive in immortal pages
Green Scotland, tales of noble Wales
Language like the winds of love
Young Keats and brilliant Shakespeare
J R Tolkien with his beloved Hobbits
Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London
Dracula walks your dark streets
Is Dorian Gray the soul of Oscar Wilde?
Jack the Ripper will always stalk
Myth and legend, Shelly and Byron
Oxford, Big Ben and Parliament
The Lake District with Wordsworth
Loch Ness monsters never die
Britannia rules the waves, The Albert Hall
Dickens dines with Charlotte and Emily Bronte
Robin Hood, Sir Lancelot, Sherlock Holmes
Sir Isaac Newton greets the Beatles
England the world salutes you!
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Magenta
Magenta
Who sent her?
To dance in crimson
Through my dreams
To cast a spell of silver streams
To wash my soul.
Magenta
Who lent her?
Lips of ice on fire
Song of angel choir.
To blow my mind with whisper soft
Her smile
That held the stars aloft
Across an endless sky
To disappear like sigh
Loves' distant wave goodbye.
Magenta
The scent her
- Flaming flower brings
In desperate hour clings
To fondest memories wings.
As she blazes in the night
Phases out of sight.
Leaving dyed the crimson sky.
Tell me, my Magenta why
Did you appear
Then leave so soon
You killed my fear
But took the moon.
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poem by Kevin East
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Vampires
Mandarin sky like fire in her eyes
Dark visions rise between her thighs
She sleeps in a bed of liquid lava
Decadent Venus in gossamer night
Black silk poetry fills her womb
Succulent moonlight caresses
She reads the Flowers of Evil
Satin sheets in soft candle light
Golden chains, silk scarves
Passion dances in pedicure red
6 inch high heels on my shoulder
Her kisses are like wild wolves
Her mirror fills with purple night
Ivory neck alive with moon beams
She longs to feed on a poets sin
Feel the thorns of sensuous myth
Born to be adored in the garden
The dark side casts her spell
Music from ancient castles
Roses wet with deep red lust
A Goddess thrives on hot blood
Vampires gorged in moonlight
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Dolce and Gabbana Dresses
Summer night in the city
Drunk with excitement
Watching time fly
Like money at casinos,
I see naked elegant arms
Carrying black shiny purses
Bright silver sequins
Shimmer on Dolce and Gabbana dresses
And I’m in love with her glasses
Gazing at the world with fragile eyes.
Following necklaces
Along downtown boulevards,
Happiness at cafes and college bookstores,
We should kiss at Ashley’s Bar and dream
Some romantic fantasy that forever protects the heart.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Gems of Love
Sea of stars spread Scarborough wings
Bright axis where bucolic light sings
Halo of ice shimmers like azure fire
Kyanite shelters unfettered desire
Bright night snow like tanzanite romance
Blood blossoms tribes of ceremonial dance
Ribbons of Anglo Saxon beryl
Chimes ring throughout the world
Music incarnates living crystal ghosts
Spanish soul dreams hot onyx rainbows
We celebrate virgin forests of time
Bamboo thighs ripe with topaz and thyme
Amethyst heals the euphoric citrine
Pearls garnish the shaman seas
Butterflies in valleys of color
Your dress of lilies and heliodor
Children dance out of emetine centuries
Celebrate velvet parrots flying free
Every dream peering in the heights
Opal, zircon, sapphires, Alexandrite
Journey together with feathers of joy
Love has come to deserts of turquoise
See the ancient constellations sigh
Herculean winds and hurricanes cry
Dress amidst the ghost sage
Bricks from fortresses of jade
Peridot and ancient royal rubies
Swim amidst mermaid’s liquid dreams
Drums roll like Gaelic emerald islands
Wrought iron sired in purple suns
Sing my love like swarthy goldfinch croon
We are lands of ancient Scapolite moons
Leather sumptuous as mauve meadows
Wear coral reeves in your betrothed soul
Tourmaline courts the moonstone fire
Bring scarves of Aphrodite’s sphene desire
We are the Chrysoberyl rings of rituals truth
Wedding bells, tides, rivers, magenta pools
Brass bed of passionate roses grow
We enter ceremonies of diamonds and gold
Generations pass the gems of endearing love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Bitten
Brazen glass moon like ice eyes
Fever in the chill of her gothic mask
Bitten by a creature of moonlight
Bitten and stung by her fire and touch
I am in the corridors of wet pain
Covens laugh in the theater of soul
Is this haven?
Is this shelter?
I walk where wind ghosts dance
Her high heels prance like panthers
Candles of cinnamon witches
Goddess of ancient fire
Her wolves are hungry pets
Released from cages deep within
Misty ravens of the labyrinth of sin
Some of us are afraid of castles
Some men are bound like caskets
She has taken the key from the dungeon
She tells me of kneeling
Now the moon rises over the castle
Red and black actors in chains
Dreams of her body of lace lust
Her spell cast in the moonlight mist
Wrestle with your will and her beauty
Bitten and turning into her night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Cup Of Wonder
May I make my fond excuses
For the lateness of the hour,
But we accept your invitation, and we bring you beltanes flower.
For the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed the song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Ask the green man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones that show the sun its way to bed.
Question all as to their ways,
And learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of natures palm
Crossed with silver and with gold.
Pass the cup and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Join in black decembers sadness,
Lie in augusts welcome corn.
Stir the cup thats ever-filling
With the blood of all thats born.
But the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed this song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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La Luna
I remember when I met you
All the stars were hanging in mid-air
In these moments - nothing mattered
But the way you caught me in your stare
We were walking - we were talking
We were laughing about the state of our lives
How our fates brought us together
As the moon was rising in your eyes
On and on the night was falling
Deep down inside us
On and on a light was shining right through
Ah la luna la luna
The night that we fell under the spell of the moon
Ah la luna la luna
The light that will being me back to you
The light of la luna
In the hotels, in the cafes
All the world was made with romance
In the harbor moonlit water
All the ships were swaying in a dance
Then you held me and you kissed me
And I knew I had to be with you
You didnt ask me you just took me
To the tiny bed in your tiny room
On and on the band was playing
A song of surrender
On and on the sun would soon break thru
Now I walk along the streets of marseilles
The winter sky is cold and gray
And I dont know why I left you that day
And I dont know where you are
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Divine Spice
Beneath the ashes golden rivers
Feathers preened in gentle winds
Beacons like snow capped mountains
Shine on all you humble friends
Gold finches with ebullient joy
Her marvelous smile is a dream
Fields of yellow daffodils
Wreaths made of ancient streams
Muse wiser than great Solemn
Sleep in dreams of acacia and honey
Spirit of the garden gently blows
She awakes the fire of dawn in me
Night blazes with cleansing fire
Zephyrs of first delicate love
Recipients of eternal stars
The mystic moon shines above
Perfume rich from apple blossoms
Barley sires elegant meadows of time
Radiant soul elegant as maple leaves
Autumn shelters beauties sweet delight
Voices gentle with patience sing forever
The cloak of the muse in purple twilight
Candles shine on her face of rapture
Stars of ruby queens prickle the night
Tides glow with embellished blue
Light dances like mysterious elves
Gatherings of the oaks and pines
Owls amidst the eagle’s high realm
Born in rivers laced with romance
The royal sea sparkles in her eyes
Nectarines in orchards of cinnamon
Love is truly the eternal divine spice
By Violet Sublime
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Crimson Insane
Crimson Love,
who can this be,
Not I,
not you,
nor anybody,
look to crimson so enviously,
smile and grin,
look what you could have been,
Look at crimson now
what do you see?
Falling apart,
a crimson mind shackled yet free,
I'm losing it..... realities touch,
I'm going insane, this life is to much,
Forget all this... but memories remain,
I laugh at the humor, that is crimson insane.
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Dreams of Vienna
Solstice elves quiet as a fox
Light and snow on the morning pines
Vivaldi writes for the seasons
Symphony of grace and beauty
I wish I were in Vienna
Covered in the jeweled myths
Calling Bach, Mozart, Beethoven
Evening gowns swirl to a waltz
Fall leaves dance like elegant notes
Carriages with ladies dressed like flowers
Poise, science, enlightenment
Music reflecting faith and hope
Male and female in Greek ideals
The reformation sighing freedom
Renascence spurring the arts
Classic forms touching the world
Concert Halls like portals of angels
Vivacious architecture for the ages
A string section like a bolt of heaven
Dreams of Vienna under the starry night
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Daydream
Shining in the silver moon,
Crystal ships are sailing to the sea.
Dreams the joys of pearls and gold,
And our angels wings in flight unfold.
Fly, fly by my window,
Flyin so free, yeah.
Yes, they fly, fly by my window.
Yes, those bright diamonds a-once were stone,
Rollin down a silver stream.
Yes, those bright diamonds a-once were stone.
Sail on a silver wings of fire,
Sailing dreams beyond the silver moon.
In silver clouds that fly so high,
Live the dreams you search,
But cant find.
(chorus)
song performed by by Journey
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Crimson Tide
I wake up in the morning
I see the bright sunshine
O Lord, let be so good
A day to reckon with
I wish the day would speed by
To be with you
O Crimson Tide
O Crimson Tide
I need you my Lady
Come on Crimson Tide
I need you my sweet Lady
Here comes the sunset
Here comes my own sunshine
O Lord let be so good
My day I've reckoned with
I wish the night would slow down
Never to leave you
O Crimson Tide
O Crimson Tide
I need you my Lady
Come on Crimson Tide
I need you my sweet Lady
poem by Kolabomi Adeko
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The Court Of The Crimson King
The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournaments begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.
The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrims door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.
The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.
On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.
song performed by by King Crimson
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