Time Runs Out
Spill the paint over a circus clock
Time is set
Pulse and waves in slanted disdain
Paradise broken
Spanish tears opaque museum
Live the will of a new door
Painter and poets crushed incants
Arrange the stars that cry
Mortality amidst your dream caves
No hands folded
No pious genuflection
Stations of art
Birth just a shadow
Bold libido with golden wings
Circles where writers gather
Tombs garnished by Dali
Fauves red blue angst
Eaten by wild beasts
Cezanne soars in the Louvre
Life amidst decoupes
Matisse wonders about the soul
Salon of wonder like a cathedral
Under the fountain of bliss
Mirror of mortality in dim gray
You despise religious symbols
Death is near and they haunt you
All shelters fail
Can you see the crows?
Paint your panic attack
Cover it with angel clouds
Run like a space ship
Decorate every empty hole
Time runs out
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Galleria
Galleria sober with magenta circles
Victor Hugo rings the strange bells
Guillotines of the repressive museum
Dialectic maidens voluptuous and serene
Straight line poets march in protest
Concepts as rigid as steep cathedrals
Definitions become inkwells of rules
Freedom paints with thick brush stokes
Fire shines from apples of her breasts
Her eyes pruned by a purple moon
Blue cisterns like sisters of a brothel
Cézanne wrestles with convention
Verlaine showers vermilion satin sheets
Poe an exorcist of the seriated feathers
Her pink toenails bold as the new jungle
Neruda gathers seashells of sensual nipples
We are the sparks of sapphire wine
She sings of Spanish thighs
Leave the smothered masks
Shine like Florence in moonlight
Canals of Venice lovers
Onward in forlorn Chanel no 5
Madonna silk wet in forest dew
Beds of the burning Ecole des Beaux
Ballerina kisses poignant as literate Chloe’s
Paint my darling with your navel topaz
Write like a lioness in golden fields
Let your wet eyes graze the stars
Proust shivers like a sea of jazz
Dali with tears of Einstein’s time
Burn these tunics of the albatross
7 wonders of the shy timid world
Streets drowsy with sleepy doorways
Emerge into the butterfly easel
Art in the Galleria dances like fire
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Deep in my heart
as the waves conquer, the ocean floor, and the water kisses
the river stream, the joy that lingers in my twinkling heart, makes
my whispering soul, to rejoice in your soul
you who lived with me amidst of a miserable world, wins my heart,
to go where it takes, live where it ends and conquer where i stand,
waves all the struggle that echo in a distance land, for my dream,
would never be the same
leave me not, for my life will lives only with you, believe what i see
not in every wilderness you find light, not even memories to
remember that life we live is but a dream to forget, just hold on
in my shadow for i will make you live
iam not a god nor you a little god, where every angels live, yet! the
wisdom of time, reveals the essence of life, that holding me is to live
with you, its a space between space that will make you survive to
where your life live
time as time past bye, every moment lift is our to share, it is a
parting good bye, that in darkness of the sky, the firefly illuminate
the infinite shadow of what meant to love you, leaving the pangs
of death
my heart believes the pristine breath that you give, a heart that
creates something that only you can give, a revealing you, where
everything comes into being, an incense of eternity begins
hold me close, and i will take you there, to the yell of hearts, to the
dream of reality, a joy that last forever, to the afterlife where we
begin and always trust my heart that beneath the wings, we will
pass the dawning rays of joy..... thank you and i love you
poem by Antonio Liao
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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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Spanish Winds
Spanish silver eyes dream of summer nights
Lovers entwined like cathedral candlelight
Brusque bas-relief pastels of open space
Poetry rhymes in cadence of world art
Pilgrims of fine luster from a grand age
Walk quietly amidst Mediterranean stars
Mountain villages rest serene by the sea
Preserved time felt keenly on every street
Barcelona is a vision that always haunts me
Picasso’s world where the old and new meet
Catalonia a separate place in space and time
Hear the tide roll and feel the fire of soul
Hemingway hears bells drinking Spanish wine
History and wars like visions of Goya grow
I sit by the sea listening to a Spanish Guitar
Singing like the winds of Madrid from afar
Tonight Spanish winds caress lover’s hearts
As we gaze at the wondrous light of the stars
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Rivers
In dreams we see the magical flight,
Of crystal waves flying free,
To where the glass of waters meet,
Cruise in a dream upon the sea.
Darkness split the billowing floods,
Flung out brooks into mighty rivers,
To wash the steps down the slopes,
Into slippery streams of tributaries.
Rivers of water run down our eyes,
And let fountain disperse into tears,
In search we find the painful wishes,
Define the sum of all our fears.
The rush of tears we cannot control,
Memories enter the draining basin,
Sorrows like rivers meanders in our soul,
Feelings poured into floodplain.
We heard their voices from the deep,
Soul of our soul where we cannot reach,
The cry which leaves the darken void asleep,
In lonely shadow seen on the beach.
Together we stand, amidst the defiant roar,
And souls that lie at ease deep beneath,
Sleep in tragic tombs amidst the surfing water,
And spirits sail on to the safest harbour.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Paint Me Down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im walking into studio
Consider strange appeal
Paint me in the home
Im brushing up on sketchbook
Designs for love unreal
Paint me in the home
Oil and skin youll need to buy it
Consider what I mean
She sinks beneath thr moving pictures
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
Im soaking up the surface
Conceaiving new idea
Paint me in the home
Shes oiling up her subject
But all still life is here
Paint me in the home
All the boys with framed dimension
A cover up on lust
Hell take his pain and paint it over
Prepare the brush for me
Im craving with this need
Paint me down
Paint me down
Paint me down
song performed by by Spandau Ballet
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The Landscape
Painter, painter paint a scene-
A dainty cottage on a mound,
In a forest beautiful.
Paint it white and ashen grey,
With a meadow surrounding,
Filled with grass, all green and mowed.
Paint arcading cedars few,
With a narrow winding road,
And hedges on either side.
Paint a teenager with bike,
Ready for a hiking trip,
In the forest adjacent.
Make the day dawn early when
Air is fresh and birds fly past,
In the search of early worms!
When the light shall fade by eve,
Let the eyes that pry within,
Sense the ghosts of beasts and men!
And an eerie silence fall,
Broken by weird shrieking sounds,
Shadow-play of setting sun!
Turning forest pitch-black till,
Bats and owls come out to look
For their prey, in dark profound!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-19-2007
poem by John Celes
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The Waves of Time
Arise again, beloved, out of the waves of time
With your long golden tresses and marble arms sublime;
Your face that now transparent and pale as wax is pale
Is shaded by the shadow of sorrow's clinging veil!
Your timid smile caressing does rest within my eyes,
O star amidst fair women, o queen of starry skies;
Your head upon your shoulder its wealth of beauty lays
And in your eyes of wonder I'm lost and weeping gaze.
Out of the void's dark vapours may you once more uprear,
That to my heart I clasp you, beloved angel dear,
That I in nameless weeping above your face may bend
And on your lips forever my burning kisses spend.
While your cold hand unheeding I clasp against my breast,
Closer, yet still closer, against my bosom pressed.
Alas, not thus the darkness gives back its own again;
Now through its icy vapours I see your shadow wane.
With hanging arms and helpless once more I am alone
Before a dream unending of hours that have gone;
In vain with arms outstretching my soul your shadow craves,
Dear one, I cannot reach you amidst time's rolling waves.
poem by Mihai Eminescu
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Sonnet – Amidst
Amidst pitch -black darkness, God shows a light;
Amidst a Forest thick, He shows a way;
Amidst black clouds, He brings a moonlit night;
Amidst sorrows, God gives a happy day.
Amidst the desert, Oasis God shows;
Amidst the stormy Sea, He brings calm;
Amidst much strife, He opens newer doors;
Amidst much hopelessness, a helping palm.
Amidst tempest, God shows a bright light-house;
Amidst the glaciers, much sought-after peak;
Amidst our solitude, He gives a spouse;
Amidst the ravines deep, the lost lamb meek.
Amidst the chaos, God ushers new hope,
Amidst the gloom, He gives the church a Pope.
poem by John Celes
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Paint
Don't paint me red,
Red is for bold women that use cheap scent
Don't paint me blue
Blue is for sadness and regret
Don't paint me green
Green is for envy and not to be seen
Don't paint me black
black is for the night and I love the light
Don't paint me white
White is for virgins and me, I love a flirtin'
Don't paint me orange
Orange is vile and I have some style
Don't paint me brown or grey or cream
these colours are boring and really not me.
Paint me in silver, platinum or gold
so I remain precious as I grow old.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Time only has so much Time
Pearl fire of aqua language
Poets purge the unconscious forms
Wings of ethereal justice and beauty
She has mercy in her piercing eyes
Stone lions chase ravens
The claws of silence
Forever past in granite
There in the wind hides legacy
Voices of the deep sapphire sea
Gardens where forgiveness glides free
Trench warfare is over
Below the equinox
By palm trees of ice
Egyptian mummies walk in the valley
She hands me a vision
A vision lacking the entire world
Freedom is a dream found in libraries
Mortal fear wrestles with morning
All the gates are locked
By the fountain a golden flower grows
Dialogue with Dante’s Inferno
Winds of Shelley’s thorns
Poseidon sails in a Roman slave ship
Spartacus meditates vengeance
Myth becomes the shields of armies
Pirates steal Caesars bold inscription
Opium ships bring their cargo west
Denizens read Verlaine and Virginia Woolf
A more perfect union visions of Voltaire
Autonomous Atlas lifts the weight of the world
Through symbols and dreams the fog lifts
Shaman prophets die early deaths
Let the clowns swim with the mermaids
Every one needs dreams that dance
Escape to the islands and look over the precipice
Along the mountain passes feel the free air
Sleep under the moon with your wise lover
Lord Byron’s black steeds ramble the night
Walk through forests of emerald romance
Let your dreams escape from self torment
Dharma mountains rise in spires
Genuflect in neurotic salvation
Holy water with fluoride
The womb of peace
Adults suck their thumbs
Deep in the caves of Greek enigma
Collective unconscious circles
The mirror of gravestones
On the road where gamblers shine
Heroes like rivers rolling to the sea
Poet readings sigh in history
The beats tap their feet to free jazz
Slowly the shadow drives the wind
The magic hour fades and the dust settles
Fire passed by the seers of art
We read biographies of bold alleys
The bells of Notre Dam ring
Along the Seines painters gather
Porcelain shrines decorated in dying flowers
Sleep in towers with winding stairways
Hands tied by stolid fate
All these questions hide in dusky caves
Sometimes the stars look like cold ice
Ideals punished by the ticking clock
Here comes the tide washing everything
All this desolate stench
All this waste
Now the sun seems just the same
Centuries move like angels
What really matters is the day is bright
Meaning the clarity of generations
These ancient alphabets are written on time
Time to live because time only has so much time
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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Swimming in Time
Swimming in Time
By: Adam M. Snow
I am lost yet found;
in time surround;
past and future follows.
I see the door;
neither open nor closed;
and divine nevermore.
I'm swimming in time;
seeing your life and mine;
and all that gleams;
in this time divine.
This is beyond reality;
beyond mortality;
swimming in time.
I feel no pain;
not crazy nor sane;
neither light nor dark.
I'm but one yet not alone;
between space and time;
in the looking glass shown.
I'm not dead nor am I alive;
but a ghost that thrive.
I swam through time;
to see your dreams delight;
down an isle in a gown so white.
I'm swimming in time, time again;
being resurrected now and then.
I see the sun covered in blood;
waiting here for the endless flood.
The sandman awakes to children cries;
as mother nature dies.
The people wander with hearts of weary;
as the stars grew dark in the night;
they lay to rest their soul so dreary;
hoping that time would finally cease;
and everything would be at ease.
I am swimming in time.
there's no fantasy;
nor is there ecstasy.
It's a bad nursery rhyme;
and everyone is blind;
yet I am within my dreams;
trapped in time.
I'm my own shadow;
staring at me;
through a broken window.
I'm not blind yet I cannot see;
all my pass desires.
This is my only crime;
now I am drowning in time.
I'm caged yet free as time despise;
and all the truth feels like lies;
here all alone, lost in time.
there's no rest for the weary;
as we suffer sick and dreary.
I am stuck in time;
trapped in abyss;
nevermore will I feel bliss.
I am one broken in two;
again, nevermore will I be new.
I hear the echo;
it calls to me;
telling me I should let go;
of all my doubt and misery.
For all time sake;
I lay here, now wide awake;
no more swimming in time;
now gone is the night;
sun now greets me with morning light.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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A wishing dream
hello! what time is it now, the step that wake every
awaken sleep, a sweet hello in the pillow as the blanket
cover its feet, and shame touches the toughest skin
flatten
clock, sound is not the same, and the morning cockle
with the crows of the early dine, the zooming wings
whisper the shading clouds in the splendid blue sky,
the wait is over
color my dream and paint with the arrow of the rainbow
of the cherry blossom and the red carpet of the harmony
reaches to the seven heaven, where the falling star,
capture the journey of where to begin
listen as i draft, the beginning of my stay, sculpt and nothing
will stay with a pieces of memory that i was once in your
dream painting the years of today, tell me then, that worth
comes one more in the painted design of my love in your
awakening moment with me
and as tomorrow shall be, coming to stay, in the great
design, it would be the precious beginning of my life
in a painted eternity.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Tears of a Lie
When a new day blooms
Clouds shall began to roam the skies
A birth of a angel booms
An other angel will die soon
Clouds began to gather around a angel's cry
Darken and filled with lies
The clouds began to weep for an angel's life
Their tears will fall down in strides
For each truth an cloud cry
It shall crash and splash into a thousand lies
A death of an angel
For a birth of a devil
When you know the story of a angel's life
Filled with sadness, it may make you cry
Each angel contains the truth of living a life
The angel's cries will turn the truth to a lie
Each angel will pass a story on
Pass a story by a sad song
For each story an angel's work in life
Will bring tears even to Lie's eyes
(5-12-10)
poem by Elisha De La Rosa
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Ugly Paint
crack
in the brush,
slice the line and tamper
the bold corner,
waste of time, comes
no regret of it fingers tips,
swollen thumb
with tailing nails of broken pieces
of color
folded
join together
and faded brightness of
Red and Green,
scattered Indigo pamper
the shape and form,
ugly as the skin touches the smooth
face of beautiful picture
of tomorrow's gone,
the guided stream of lines, blacken by its
careless hands of
touch
Yes!
a lasting way of just
an ugly paint,
pattern on me, cover and let the rain
of adoration of search for
an easily hurt get
of deception of hope; something
smarter than
a little boy and girl stand and push
beyond the paint of gain and grain of
whole
pieces of sweat,
pattern makes every paint seems ugly,
yet! it makes sense in me;
sphere revealing
painting you have been long leads
my home,
of what is today and the future
of my day paint goes on,
as the color
printed with its style and let
every passers-bye
says a sweet
good bye …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Blue In Paradise
(co-written by andy partridge and tracey bryn of voice of the beehive)
Silver lining changed to grey skies
When a red-eyed angel waved goodbye
In my lifetime, I may find him once again to my surprise
Ill wait here, patiently and you may just return to find me
Chorus:
Blue in paradise, the paint runs down
Just like my teardrops
Blue in paradise, Ill paint the town
Until the hurt stops
Make a wish on every rainbow for the colours to reappear
Green with envy, wishing you home, red faced mad I wait alone
Ill stay here, one day dear you may just return to find me
Chorus
And if you return, nothing will be different
And if you return, nothing really will have changed
The red of my heart is black and blue now
Broken up and dragged around
Ill lay my dreams all down to sleep here
Ill close my eyes to hear no sound
Im cryin, Im dyin
But I will hold my breath
til you find me
song performed by by Xtc
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When I Live My Dream
When I live my dream, Ill take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
Well live within my castle, with people there to serve you
Happy at the sound of your voice
Baby, Ill slay a dragon for you
Or banish wicked giants from the land
But you will find, that nothing in my dream can hurt you
We will only love each other as forever
When I live my dream
When I live my dream, Ill forgive the things youve told me
And the empty man you left behind
Its a broken heart that dreams, its a broken heart you left me
Only love can live in my dream
Ill wish, and the thunder clouds will vanish
Wish, and the storm will fade away
Wish again, and you will stand before me while the sky will paint an overture
And trees will play the rhythm of my dream
When I live my dream, please be there to meet me
Let me be the one to understand
When I live my dream, Ill forget the hurt you gave me
Then we can live in our new land
Till the day my dream cascades around me
Im content to let you pass me by
Till that day, youll run to many other men
But let them know its just for now
Tell them that Ive got a dream
And tell them youre the starring role
Tell them Im a dreaming kind of guy
And Im going to make my dream
Tell them I will live my dream
Tell them they can laugh at me
But dont forget your date with me
When I live my dream
song performed by by David Bowie
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The mortality of a horizon
The mortality of a horizon
~
What clouds roll on the horizon
Endless beyond the eye
Beyond thought and rhyme
Beyond the reach of a voice
Full beautiful and poetic
Ode to the tapestry of life
And man in full mortality
Falls to a nothingness
Nature in all its wild beauty
Captivates creation
In dying a new life awaits
Seasoned history has spoken
The falling acorn grows
Seeded into the bosom of earth
To stand tall, majestic
There silhouetted upon the horizon
Amongst the rolling clouds
Endless beyond all time
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Sunday swim
upon a blue sky
hangs the clouds
upon a blue sea
the floor is light gray
between this two
walls i
put myself
amidst the winds
blowing my hair
as i struggle
against the waves
away from shore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
As in a sack some thing washed in:
And lay amidst the shells
And pebbles of the shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
Ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
One eye was closed the other open
And on her golden hair
Were drops of red:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
How many winters rude have skimmed
Their frozen fingers on the white breast
Of the pale moon-lit lake a-dreaming sound
How many a Spring of green
Has come and gone:
Since that ashore, ashore with the tide’s flow
The sea-waves washed her in
Her clothes that rich were tattered were
Unseemly with the smoke of cigars
And the drunk smell of alcohol
Her look was wild and sad and raw:
Wild lapped the sea-waves and the cloud
Frowned on the sea-shore
Amidst the lapping of the waters rude
And the sea-waves’ roar.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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