Third of the Angels
Fallen Roman theater
Tragic goals of the thespian
Eaten by the giant disorder
No war paint on the reservation
Swirling winds of Ulysses
Implode in silk and revelry
Strategy from the mind of a demon
Your play and mask is designed
Stage set like Van Gogh’s madness
Parley with the dead
Script memorized
Satyr drones dance with lutes
Frozen seas with tentacles
Pulled into swords of warlocks
Kings of the denizens
Purple lady fornicates with gargoyles
Repertoire of loss of soul
Your moments of bliss like a prostitute
Sleep with the poised apothecary
Let the bleeding curtains open
Stars fall like twisting snakes
A third of the angels are watching
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Broad Gate
The plague has come
Children of revelry infected
Night with tentacles of pagan masks
Parley with ancient gargoyles
Praise your temple of idols
No asylum, no peace, no salvation
The fever gone, surrender
Tossed with the wind
Love of money over humanity
Itching ears, loss of conscience
All your teachers can't stop death
Fields of evil, the harvest of hell
Drones of sex, Sodom and Gomorrah
Hearts buried and sold
Strange faces of Roman tempest
Lovers of pleasure more than God
False freedom
Fornicators
Given over
Hardened
Defiled
Unforgiving
Bli nd
Slaves of evil
Vile
Lost
The broad gate fills with the living dead
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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They Will Flee
Rhapsody of fallen twilight soul
We blaze the sculpted Grecian myth
Roman states decayed into barbarism
Pay the price of the pleasure gods
Bacchus wild with sensuous fever
Saturn swirls with fallen angels
What’s in your closet?
The door opens by itself
We are not alone and they are cold
They are dead
Why do the stars shine so true?
She wears a golden lions head
Fierce like a mad gargoyle
Why are you afraid of the dark?
What’s in your room?
Children of the decadent hour laugh
They run with wolves
They parley with the dark prince
The immortal soul feels things
The stairs creak
Sometimes the dead linger
Sometimes devils prowl
She sleeps with the lights on
Say your prayers they will flee
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Can I
Can I
Take your hand in a place
Where this world daren't show its face.
Through yellow fields
Of unknown flora
Let the breeze blow our minds
As we climb
To our Aurora
In the sky.
Then pull the blinds
As we float by.
Can I
Bathe in the simplest tune.
Angelic choir
Over bluest lagoon.
Invisible,
Yet they paint the soul
In brightest colours.
The stars do scroll
To our pink moon
On centre stage.
The touch of love
In hearts will rage.
Don't fly white dove,
Don't turn the page.
Can I
Just kiss in purple bliss.
Then can we fade without goodbye.
As lonely trees
Shed crimson leaves,
Sweet meadow grieves
With silent cry.
I just need her
And fantasy.
Love's melody
Take all of me!
Does she really need more prose?
I must compose
One final script,
A dreamy rose across the sky.
My bleeding quill
At last runs dry.
Can I
Finally win her over
With my poetic four leaf clover.
Life, give me
That one last chance.
Shuffle the stars
Diamond bright to enhance
Our Bossa Nova
Then..Supernova
And a single sigh.
Lord, all I ask
Without my mask
Is just
Can I.
poem by Kevin East
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Kings of Sleep
Pyres burning like Viking swords
Flashes in the sun of giants
Supple nipples that rule my fire
Deposition of turquoise legacy
Regal eagle wings spread golden
Green fire in the mystic forest
Bury the feathers and pain
Let the blue rain fall gentle
Weep for noble shamans
Children of the hunted
Sirens of the stars
Sundials raise ziggurats
She comes to me with centuries
My tongue laps the waters of Venus
Frozen years melted by golden showers
Rainbow words swell the clouds
The dead have traveled far
See the haunted rivers?
Streams of bloody tears
Mad sails scarred with law
Ships of religious sadists
Understanding travels by martyrs
Birth from the tenuous womb
Earth sighs in sullen winds
New moons rise gathering gnomes
Eaten by lions in the ravaged dream
She sings like savannah grass
Sycamores frosted with lust
Pour your jewels my love into stars
Empty the womb of ruby rings
Lavish the night with eyes of diamonds
Symbiotic chords of peyote
Wolves of eternal free joy
Light the pyre of red fable
Myths of dancing warriors
Paint your faces shadows rise
Ghost tribes ride the wild wind
The wedding of the sea and rivers
Fires along the trail of tears
Bury your heart at Wounded Knee
She is a princess from the kings
Winds blow in my fiery bed
Chimes cry like moaning desire
The abandoned hunt for homes
Feverish Saturn swirls like whips
The legions of braves hear the dream
Chiefs of all the tribes shine
Shed your skin like snakes
Revel amidst the kings of sleep
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Fallen In Love
Calico soul hard like the wind
Frail shadows dance like leaves
Ravaged with ghosts
Vials of chartreuse dreams
Deep dark art flowers rain
We reach for symbols of dawn
Smooth silken taboo
Tired of eyes adorned in blood
We have fallen in love
Sage corridor where shamans sigh
Relish your fallen envy
Forged in meadows of swords
The hour of slaughter
Arms and limbs gone
They cover the chaos with flags
Laureates bemoan locust visions
We have met in the precipice
We have fallen in love
Adorned like Dostoevsky
Exiled in revelry
Everything is edited
Everything tainted and blind
Death awakes us like frozen fingers
The world seems strange
Foghorns blow
Innocence frail as seagulls
We have fallen in love
Anthems chorus the new order
The new man bridges the old
Golden snakes ripe with disease
Driven mad with righteous war
Monuments with hungry pigeons
Seers of the state religions
We are born into the absurd
Beyond the towers blue sky above
We have fallen in love
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Muse of Love
The heart is a dream catcher
Elves play amongst the trees
Winds blow with supple song
Words flow like singing seas
Sparrows dart like little angels
Rainbows sing and rivers run
Love brightens daily bread
Gratitude shines like morning sun
Perception enhanced by choice
We receive what we believe
Harps and lutes of eternal joy
As a man thinketh so is he
Change brings new reasoning
See the flowers bloom with love
Yellow and red like bright stars
The sky kisses the earth with love
Moonlight shadows dance in paradise
Lovers dance as one sweet garden
Orchids white as wedding gowns
Sing from the heart that’s pardoned
Lofty Venus burns with mystery
Clouds sail like souls going home
Tender touch where bliss sighs
Muse of love writes a poem
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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I Have Fallen
I am the mask of iron chiffon
Denied access to your rebellious rain
We hunt like unborn lovers
Waiting for the wet moon
Fallen like stars as bright as purple
Proper golden doors stay shut
Can you hear me call?
Will you wrap your lace?
I await your cryptic poetry
Secret like the dawn of tides
Tides that flood my night
Tides as warm as red fire
Let me drink until I am guilty
You haunt me like the wind
Open those gates that make me pray
Silk gates of Irish fishnet
The high elves of regal blue
Forests in the flames of joy
Satin gowns like ancient ghosts
Timely counsel where rubies speak
Emerald stars bright as shamans
I left the heavens for your kiss
Tempestuous sea sweeps the kelp
Brazen moonlight cradles my heart
Rings of mandolin wine
Shrouded like sirens of Ulysses
Discretion blows like a trial of Hercules
We are the planets of every treasure
Ships of fire burn in the Gaelic sheets
I have fallen into shamrock tendrils
Fallen like Yeats moral chains
Fallen and waiting for your heaven
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Angels
Take this man to prison, the man heard herod say,
And then four squads of soldiers came and carried him away.
Chained up between two watchmen, peter tried to sleep,
But beyond the walls an endless prayer was lifting for his keep.
Then a light cut through the darkness of a lonely prison cell,
And the chains that bound the man of God just opened up and fell,
And running to his people before the break of day,
There was only one thing on his mind, only one thing to say:
Angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
God only knows the times my life was threatened just today.
A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way.
Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.
But I know theyre all around me all day and through the night.
When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight
To keep my fight from falling, Ill never turn away.
If youre asking whats protecting me then youre gonna hear me say:
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angles watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me.
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me!
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home....
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Failing Mask
I wear a clay mask
A mask of strength and happiness
That its true task
Is to cover my true sadness
A loss so deep and discerning
It makes my body yearning
For something to fill this void
That seems to always loid
Around my broken heart of despair
Yet so many people seem to care
Its pain is still so very deep
Of a loss I wish to not ever seek
So I wear this mask of happiness and strength
For I know its job will soon fall to length
For all the sadness and pain I have endured
This mask is going to fall
As a building to tall
So I know
It will shatter and fall
So I pray for you all
That you will not fall
To such a loss of mine
So terrible in mind
poem by Eric Mills
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Suite for two lutes, edward martin & paul berget
I like the dance of a man and a woman
Just the two of them
The man dances always behind the woman
And they mimic the art of wooing
To the sound of two lutes
Edward martin
& paul berget
at first the dance was sweet and charming
the man almost kissing the woman
while he holds her swaying hips
somehow the dance did not last that long
and people are aghast
the woman fell down
hurt her leg and so embarrassed
she could not stand
the man could not help it
he called for medical help
for first-aid
it was not the plan
all the lights were turned off
the curtains fell
it was more than the dance that I saw
accidents do happen even on stage.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Grand Writer
Auditioning upon the stage of life,
Act your part, use great confidence and pride.
Drama is there of gladness and of strife,
The script itself may take you for a ride.
But if you play it with a happy mind,
Give a performance that is right on cue,
Whilst leaving all your tensions far behind,
The loud applause will surely be for you.
When the finale comes, and curtains fall,
You will have achieved the grand writer’s aim,
That having trod the boards giving your all,
The ‘Oscar’ will be there for you to claim.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Doubting Heart
WHERE are the swallows fled?
Frozen and dead,
Perchance, upon some bleak and stormy shore.
O doubting heart!
Far over purple seas
They wait, in sunny ease,
The balmy southern breeze,
To bring them to their northern homes once more.
Why must the flowers die?
Prison’d they lie
In the cold tomb, heedless of tears or rain.
O doubting heart!
They only sleep below
The soft white ermine snow,
While winter winds shall blow,
To breathe and smile upon you soon again.
The sun has hid its rays
These many days;
Will dreary hours never leave the earth?
O doubting heart!
The stormy clouds on high
Veil the same sunny sky,
That soon (for spring is nigh)
Shall wake the summer into golden mirth.
Fair hope is dead, and light
Is quench’d in night.
What sound can break the silence of despair?
O doubting heart!
Thy sky is overcast,
Yet stars shall rise at last,
Brighter for darkness past,
And angels’ silver voices stir the air.
poem by Adelaide Anne Procter
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Fall Into Sleep
Dreams of earthquakes
Dreams of hurricanes
Dreams of pouring rain
Dreams of tidal waves (wash us all away)
Dreams of guns blaze
Dreams of fire rage
Dreams of swollen graves
Dreams of hollow pain
All gone
No more fallen
No more enemy
No more casualty
No more dream
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
Dreams of morning grief
Dreams of disbelief
Dreams of tragedy
Dreams of old disease (to take us all away)
Dreams of fideltiy
Dreams of enemies
Dreams of loyalty
Dreams of new disease
All gone, All gone
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
The angels are richer
Fall with broken burning wings
Are we dead inside
Are we blind
The dead keep moving forward
Backwards with those dies
We're losing sight
We're lost inside
No more fallen
No more enemy
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
I have a dream
But nobody cares, nobody wants to listen
Fall into sleep
Fall into me
Hang on to a dream
That nobody wants, nobody cares
Nobody wants, nobody cares anymore
All gone
All gone
All gone
All gone
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Black Rose
Edge of the thorns of vulnerability
We wait for bliss like a dream
Addiction where the rain is fire
She touches me with ancient knives
Muse designed by the satyr refrain
Violet sky with the immaculate lamp
Clouds on incense draperies
She sleeps like a leather lioness
Her high heels like gothic swords
The world sighs in her crotch
Fall apples shine in the dawn
I am alive but lost
Art brings symbols like arctic holes
Graves waiting in the fog
Lust like Napoleons army
Conquered by Kant’s moral law
The stars must be illusive
The doors are melted steel
Muse of pain like a red moon
She is gone like the raven night
Cut by vulnerabilities black rose
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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3 Three
A purple envelope
With a purple card inside
Fell out from the book
I took out from the shelf
Three purple flowers
Neatly pressed and glued
On the purple card
Smiled a weary smile
Slanted flowery letters
Flowing across the page...
'Throw open the curtains
Of the window of your heart
To let the sunshine dance
With the purple flowers...
Love you for ever.....!
03-03-03'
poem by Rowving Smith
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Paint Dimensionality Soul In Oils
if I painted pictures
I would draw you in charcoal
wash away drama tears in watercolours
paint dimensionality of durability soul in oils
span a universe of senses touch emotions thoughts
if I painted pictures
I would paint dream images
I would paint visions of inner mind's eye
I would paint life in veils swirling kaleidoscopic moods
I would paint canvasses imprinting fabric expanding universes
but I travel eons far
load canvasses are too heavy
I walk journey through many phase worlds
seasons landscapes in many climates beckon bled feet
I paint mind songs in words life haunting edges spaces
swallow flame words into soul at own risk
I paint distances between seen unseen at world's edges
I paint portraits above beneath mask as multi veils
I paint shift faces figures skin deeds intended done deeds
I paint poetry life in shifting kaleidoscopic images souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The play-writes curse
The play-writes curse
~
Give me a stage
and the world to write
give me characters
to fit my plot line
give me time and money
to assemble my script
that I may play with ideas
and work what fits
give me the option
for a sudden plot twist
give me set designers
who understand my mind
and actors to follow
whatever my command
give me wine and ink
that I may drink them both
in all my madness
give me your hope
give me this and a stage
that I may write you a play
but please I beg of you
before you give me anything
give me the opening line
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Moon
because of your love
i shine brighter
than the stars
the brightness
of your glow
softens this land
this mountain
i am the lady
of the night
the smallest
yet the brightest
on this celetial stage
i bathe in your warm affection
glows in subdued yellow
i dance to your aura
changes into so many forms
savouring your charms
putting me in top spirits
you are the sun of my life
without you i would be gone
missed in the whole universe
because of you
my allure, my grace,
wins the perpetual
enchanting lines of poets
praises of emperors
like minded intellectuals
i accompanied
ancient scholars in their
academic pursuits
late into the night
and princes and princesses
in their romance trails
i am the lady of the night
that dances in perpetual bliss
changing pose and shape
on the boundless
glittering celestial stage of love
swearing my love to you
to the rivers and seas
pulling them higher up to you
so that you could see me
dance in shimmering glow
my unwavering love for you
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Bliss
Bliss
Is sitting
Relaxed in the sun
Reading a good book
Poking at family
In the jest of fun
Bliss
Is watching
A girly movie
With tissue
And pop corn
Ready to laugh and cry
At movies we love to watch
Bliss
Is sitting on a beach
Listening to the tide
As it ripples roll back and forth
In the morning and evening tide
Bliss is
Watching a waterfall
Cascade in droplets of light
That reflects off a rainbow
In its dewy wake
Bliss
Is watching your child
Breathing in their sleep
Then singing a lullaby
Late into the night
Then tucking them to sleep
Your precious little soul
Ahh Bliss what a wonderful life
poem by Kaila George
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Only Serpents
Only serpents let their skin be fallen
And a soul - all grown up and old.
We, alas, change an eternal soul,
Leaving body in eternal hold.
Oh, remembrance, power, she-giant,
You direct a horse-life with a bridle,
You will tell me all these men about,
Who had had my body before I'd.
The first one was ugly, thin and tragic,
Loving darkness of the garden lane,
Falling Leaf, the child of gloomy magic,
Whose one word could fully stop the rain.
Second one - he liked the wind from South,
Every noise for him was strings' accord,
He believed that life is just his spouse,
And the rag under his feet - the world.
I don't like him: in his mind, he's roused,
To the crowns of the King and God,
He had hanged on entrance to my house
The signboard with a script 'The Bard.'
I do like the favorite of freedom,
Him, who used to sail in sea and shoot:
What a song he heard in water's kingdom,
What a cloud followed his routes!
I'm a builder, which is working smartly
O'er the temple, arising in a haze,
Seek for fame for my beloved country
As in Heavens, so on the earth.
Heart is scorched by non-extinguished fire,
Till the day, in which, as made of light,
Walls of New Jerusalem will spire
On the fields of my beloved land.
Then the queer wind will start to blow,
And the awful light will pour on us,
It's the Milky Way - begins to grow
As a garden of the dazzling stars.
And the tiered stranger will appear,
Hiding face, but I will catch his dream,
Looking at a lion, going near,
And an eagle, flying straight to him.
I will scream, but who will hear my groan,
Who will save my soul from a crash?
Only snakes could let their skin be fallen,
People lose the soul - not the flesh.
poem by Nikolai Stepanovich Gumilev
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