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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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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Anna
Madness burns like a candle
Blustery night haunted with Anna
No clover or wild grass grows
No laughter sighs in the wind
Only the moan like a cemetery
The sea wrestles with ghosts
I have drowned in sorrow
Sanity has no wisdom of pain
Nestled in graves of ice
My heart lives in gray shadows
Threatened by brave self discovery
Blue skies are to be behind curtains
No paintings of ruby days of joy
Cobwebs and dust replete in the past
Only the tomb of sweet Anna will last
I have had enough of the light
Pastels have no place in my world
Red legions have come in purple
Don't bring me back - I am chosen
I have left willingly and sanity is evil
I hear her footsteps on the stairs
Curtain lace moves like her negligee
I know the dead live for they are near
Leave me to the kingdom of the past
Where Anna sleeps forever and forever
I have chosen this grand Gothic prison
I am free with glee sordid madness
Away from the world I seek darkness
Only Anna shall call me home
I have never met her but soon I shall
My doors are locked and shall not open
Gates as black as Byron’s steeds
Time is night when moonbeams swirl
Gossamer winds that make love to me
Dreams in dungeons where Anna cries
Etched ever deeply in my embittered heart
Is the sweet castle of Anna
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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There
I buried your cards in my drawer.
At birthdays
To resurrect no more.
Valentines
With sickly sweet lines
Gather dust.
- Just emotional rust.
The magic of our affair
Vanishes into thin air.
But if I close my eyes
Darling, you're still there.
I feel my music as memory clings
As the maestro deftly
Plays my heart strings.
So sweet
Complete
Is the pain.
Sonata in my soul again.
And as I swim through tears uncried
I look for the star
Where our fate took a ride.
That promise made still twinkles fair
Dreams in the shade in sunset flare.
Revealing love still breathing there.
poem by Kevin East
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Serenade from “The Spanish Student”
STARS of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Moon of the summer night!
Far down yon western steeps,
Sink, sink in silver light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Wind of the summer night!
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Fold, fold thy pinions light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Dreams of the summer night!
Tell her, her lover keeps
Watch! while in slumbers light
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Lovers Of A Storm
Old Friends that say hello
Who share a secret memory?
Away from the road now travelled
This love that hides in your eyes
Betrayed by the glint of a held back tear
This mystic bond that ties us together
And in a stolen moment, over a bottle of wine
The dream runs free
Dissolving the paths that we now tread
For deep within my soul
A world with an incorruptible sky
Plays host to a lovers imagination
Where the electricity from her touch
Gives birth to the storm
Her passion fuelling the Hurricane
Within me
And in the eye of the storm
Time stands still,
And our love will reside there
Oblivious to the pain that we cause
And as I fall back to reality
In the dying wind I can hear your heartbeat
A whispered beat that calls my name
Longing for us to start anew
But your Romeo always knew
That dreams were all we had
This Love was always just out of reach
And now I am left to dream of yesterday
Lost in a bottle of wine
Longing for another storm
Longing for another kiss
And longing to be with you
poem by Steven Cooke
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Whispers
Lamp in the kitchen shines
Hallways away from fear
Dressed in green Victorian time
She lights the bedroom
She brings a red candle
Myth streams from the light
Elder mountains where joy lives
Eyes of the forest soul
Arms of Joan of Ark
Mossy trees with boughs of valentines
Logs burn by our own desire
Manifold collusions
She revels in dusky silk
Stained glass fingernails of satin red
Wine glasses filled with empires
Pillows of violet frosted meadows
Winds drift like eagles soaring
Words with timbre of stately cedar
Clocks tick and chime
Veranda with antique spirit
I am the prisoner of desire
Fate is a free will accepting love
Moon shines through the curtain lace
Cherish every word she speaks
Feel every soft ripple of the river
Bookcase of rosewood legends
Carpets of golden fire
Lamps of crystal lovers
On the table a family portrait
Rites of passage
Her lips move like a calm sea
Passion is a whisper
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
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ghosts of memory (Lyrics)
A place of rest I've tried to find
Aching in my heart, chaos in my mind
This place is poison to my soul
Can't take much more, I'm losing control
Faded perfume in a room
Once a sanctuary, now simply a tomb
And it is in this tomb I lie
Dried flowers pressed in pages of faded romance died
And I'm haunted by ghosts of memory
Taunted by promises
What could have been?
Haunted, by ghosts of memory
Taunted by promises
Please set me free
Roses blooming in hellfire
Prisoner of the past and my heart's dark desire
Phantom love that still holds on
My dreams do not remember, that you are gone
Just like the melting snow in spring
It couldn't last, that's true of many things
In the emerald sea I'll lie
Dried flowers pressed in pages of faded romance died
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Stay Open to Love
Mystic rain pours like roses
We are defendants in the circus
Consciousness with elder serpents
Chains of ancient trees we see not
Wrapped in chaos born in choice
Responsibility severs innocents
Time shares knowledge, guilt
Run in a thousand uniforms
Run in a thousand masks
Chased by the totality
Mirror of stars won’t go away
What is your life?
Who does it belong too?
Mortality reminds us of purpose
Succored in houses
Placid with shallow windows
Our world is made small
See all the prim poems
All the love that will be buried
All the scoffers of portent
Take me away from shame based soul
Please help me run and hide
Divert me with wealth and art
Hide me from the true mirror
We run until we face love
Eternal sea like an allegory of love
Crimson dreams soft as silk
Does the other side peer
I touch clouds that praise
Glimpses of angels and living light
This present darkness dissipates
There thru the window the moon
Now dawn fills with questions
Questions I must search out
The rain washes the streets
Color fills the room
I leave the patterns
Hear a new day gently calling
Washed in self examination
Open to the truth
Open to experience
Open to hope
Open to love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Ghosts Of The Full Moon
Every moonbeam radiates joy
Sycamore trees in shadows of the sea
Savannah grass in green waves
Mystic winds blow the ancient souls
Let the fingers of night caress
Let the feelings sigh like a shaman
See the buffalo graze under the stars
Naked stars that pry memories
Stars of the future birth
Angel night where awe sails on time
We are temples
We are spiritual
We are part of the ghost world
Pearls of emerald waves
Seagulls fly like sailors souls
Onyx moon of silver ancestry
Valley of Kidron and golden tombs
Dreams walk the hallowed corridors
Touch the sacred wells deep in the sky
Irish fields green with souls
Ghosts of the Great Barrier Reef
Eyes like wandering lions
Buried inside the Great Wall of China
Castles along the Seines
Ships rise in the galaxies
Have you felt the shivers of the moors?
The ancient ones of the full moon
Villages appear in hallways of sleep
Words from the winds of love
Flaming swords with two edges
Gates where living waters flow
Caravans of stars
Desert visions
Black Sea silk
Her ecstasy is in a room of mirrors
Michael Angelo’s bust emanates
Rembrandt in the silent museum
Raphael grounded in sanity
Yellow lamp of ancient quills
Whale oil sires the ancient graves
Icy waves of the mariners vault
Stairways in a New Orleans house
Night as quiet as fear
Have your felt the river of night?
Have you seen green eyes stare?
Lovers feel a stranger in their bed
Do you believe in vampires? I do
Van Gogh was haunted
Soon you will hover
Soon we will be the night
Islands of Jules Verne
Opium dens of Calcutta
Tibetan monks chant
Impudent vengeance never sleeps
Sword of Spartacus revels in anger
Magnolia slaves of the plantations lair
Red eyes, keep a night light on
Avenues of Hades belladonna
Byron dressed in black velvet
Jim Morrison at a séance
Edgar Allen Poe knew the night
Indigo trees in the wind
Mango ghosts
The Nile where cobra’s laugh
Brazilian rosewood dreams
Spanish ghosts of Mediterranean blood
Tireless Volga a sage of time
Ethereal eyes like a slaughter
Tribes are wandering the silt fields
Mountains ghosts
Celtic rivers of the vivid mind
Can you feel their candles?
The wings of night flutter
Shadows merge breathing constellations
The wind blows the curtain lace
They gather in costumes under moonlight
Ghosts of the full moon
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Shadow of My Memory
Gust of stale wind breeze
whispers,
the memory,
the memory,
the memory,
much feeling
but seems without feelings at all,
candles have heart to,
hesitant to part.
much feeling but its
just as if there's none,
I think of the past
but i can't smile,
candles have heart too
it loathes parting.
Today will be a memory,
yesterday was a memory
drifting away, but
count not the time,
rather the moments.
our past days are beautiful
the things we kept
in our memory cache full.
the things we left are so many
fear of moving on,
fear of change,
wails of grief sucked
up excavated nose
soul wailing to the
top of the lungs.
in a minute this will
be just a memory
memories are
all pain in vain
but those are but memories
that dwindles each
day passes by,
as those slowly vanished,
I huddle in my room and cry,
memories are like dreams,
a reflection of the past.
poem by Cyrus Diaz
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City of Love
Ode to joy, from the chalice filled with wine, from the chalice filled with light.
Ode to darkness, the shadows dress confess the blackness, confined to trials and tribulations, we seek the hour of consumation. We seek the divinity, by candles, prayers and charity. The chalice of love, the city of love beside the sea.
Ode to the chalice filled with light, ode to the wind, carrying the breath
of psalms, upon ashes smeared on palms. Ode, to this light, to the blood raised in wine, the cross and loss, divine, the holy shroud of white.
The Stars And The Moon
Sitting down on a bench outside my residence,
I could see the stars far away in heaven;
It seems to me like,
The stars are spelling out my name.
Over here in Africa,
I keep on wondering about the nature of things;
The very patterns of the Creator's mind which,
Is yet to be understood by many!
At times it is very easy to see the stars up there,
But at times too there are no stars at all! !
How far are they, if i may ask?
How big are they, viewing from my compound?
This makes me wonder about the stars at night.
Oh creation, why has it taken us such a longer time?
We still don't understand many of your wonders;
Are we clever to see or, too blind to see?
I don't even understand some of your myths.
Like the mystic cloud of the air is,
My delight of the realms to write this muse;
There are days that i could see the Stars but,
The Moon takes over at times.
The very moon-light that helps us in the villages,
The very time to gather around by the fire side;
To listen to stories and folklore tales like,
The tales by the moon-light as the saying goes.
The 'Kwaku Ananse' stories and,
That of 'Mr. Tortoise' stories from our Elders.
Sitting on a bench outside in Africa,
I could see the stars spell out my name;
Lovely Stars of my heart,
My candle is yet to burn out;
At times, i do see the Moon as well.
My state of heart is for you oh Moon!
One day, i will visit you up there;
Directional moon to my soul,
How sound is your hospitality out there?
In my viewing views, i could see you up there;
In my wondering of things, there you are!
Oh, the Stars and the Moon out there;
Greetings from me to you all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Timeless Flowers
Land blessed with singing rain
Can you hear what the winds say?
Summer roses grow with pride
Filled with timeless mystic sky
Orchids grow in fine spring sunlight
Sired from the past eons of starlight
Circles broken will someday heal
Children laugh a wheel within a wheel
These little ones play in green fields
Before their forefathers they kneel
Silent sacred ghost in the breeze
Blood of the ages amidst tall trees
Changing tide swells; it ebbs and flows
The noble sunsets and the moon glows
Gentle mother-father lay side by side
Sorrow like rivers in tremulous time
Fallen autumn leaves that die to live
A new offspring they chose to give
Songs of the forest sometimes cry
Chills of how they lived and died
Tears like sweet mountain streams
We are their fountains and dreams
Memories like angels touch our souls
We are their seeds and living hope
Let seeds of the ageless flowers grow
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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Crying Rain
Sea of rain falls
Quiet hour is all mine
Thunder in the distance
Love is in the winds
It gathers then ebbs
Dogs hide under the bed
Children sleep with mother
It mixes with the ribald night
Unconscious as a new ghost
Vivacious and wild
How lucky I am to enjoy it
Edgar Allen Poe revels
Stormy eyes of worldly delight
Delirious and sanguine desire
Light the candles
Censure all sophistry
A storm is so sensual
Repent of your wickedness
Earth is washed like a wedding
Lightening flashes behind the pines
Silhouettes and shadows dance
Haunted swirls of the crying rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Mystic Moon
the mystic moon she shines so bright
it fills our hearts with the power of light
mystic me she calls to us
for us to live a life we can not rush
the mystic moon
her silver wind
blows through our world
and binds us to her
mystic moon
why do you love us so
we are born of darkness
yet you shine your light as our protector
mystic moon i understand
you are the darkness in wich we command
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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White Powder Bullets
Rain,
We dream of rain
To wet the dreams we have,
Quench the pulsing heat
Wash away the footsteps,
Cleanse the spent metal jackets,
Clean dirty hands and sore eyes,
To break the dust.
Hand out the powder bullets
To those who we don’t mind dead,
Paper says what we want
While they shoot themselves in the head.
Hide it in the headlines
Of places big and tall,
Hide it in the faces
Of those that tell us all,
Hide it in the places
You never thought you’d go,
Hide it in the beauty
Of places your not meant to know.
Rain,
We dreamt of rain
To cover what we made,
To cover what we keep
We dreamt of rain to clean us,
Rain,
We dreamt of rain.
poem by Stuart Doggett
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A Lonely God!
a lonely God...
from dust made flesh,
and filled it with
the haunting spirit of wind.
eyes that open
both in and out,
a fire kindled of bones!
who are we
to run blindly
into the sun?
to hide from the rain
that weeps for us?
idols made of fear,
the soul chokes the spirit.
we stand on the porch,
afraid to open the door!
dust and flesh,
wind and fire...
bones that cry out,
tears lost in the rain.
a lonely God...
walks away!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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
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