Blood on the Moon
When the sand on the beach turns to diamonds and glass
Sparkling with sharp edges like a knife laying in the grass
The sun has vanished and the moon showers a potent glow
Then the world transformed and became an ancient chateau
When dark floods are crowned with a subtle orange light
The pain of our planet is compounded in a vampires bite
Then spells echo in silence and become weapons of war
And creatures stand guard waiting to settle an old score
When ancient rhythms awaken the ones that are sleeping
We hear the weary sobs of mourning women silently weeping
And lovers confess what they were previously hiding inside
Then it's time to gather and worship the arrival of the tide
When all original sins are prevailed in one silent confession
We feel the pulse of time and nature is undeniably in session
Then seasons become millenniums enduring new ice and snow
Covering up all evidence of a future we never meant to know
When words unspoken surface and spread out wings of pride
We become chameleons bathing in all the tears we have cried
Right then we offer a lingering conscience for a ritual sacrifice
Those days speak of mortal truths and we have to pay the price
When cold rivers push black waters into wide open stormy seas
Our memories blister with burning fever as from an odd disease
We celebrate by drinking holy water from a poisoned silver spoon
Embracing the sacred days when we can see the blood on the moon
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Waiting for Love
Silence as a definite quantum of infinity
Found in the cold wet icicles of virginity
A heavy burden are the layers of snow
Hiding the longing for heat from below
The surface of waters covered by ice
It's the calling of nature that surely entice
As the sun is all beginning of life and death
Waiting in silence is like catching your last breath
Unspoken thoughts while dancing in the rain
With driving forces of storms claiming new domain
Unsought battles fought with sweat and blood
Remain hidden by shadows like a sleeping bud
Passions undiscovered by exposed deserts ablaze
Arid regions waiting slumbering for rainy days
Silence surrounds vague hopes of nondescript affairs
While wild abundant streams touch our unawares
Fever spreading in slow motion through time and space
Awaiting the beginning of sound and a world to embrace
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Temptations of The Night
Looking at the stars at night I feel small
The darkness wraps my body like a shawl
Through the pale light from the moon above
I see silhouettes of things only dreamed of
Grey and black shadows bear new life and meaning
While the voices born at nightfall are intervening
A dark leaf falling to the ground really slowly
Becomes a mysterious object foreign and unholy
Thoughts of times past mystic dances under a pale moon
I like to surrender to that and stay with nature attune
Water lilies gracefully accompany me on a nightly swim
While creatures of the night dance around my love to win
Tall grass on the waterside looks like prophets of doom
Inviting me for a quick chat to a beautiful marble tomb
I'm thinking of fireflies that could save me tonight
But instead I fall in love with a beautiful black knight
The night holds promises mesmerizing and waiting
Becoming one with the shadows luring creatures are mating
Cries into the dark echo and become nights temptations
Dark muddy waters disclose confessions in consultations
Dragonflies like lovers sing to the tunes of a silent silver light
While the darkness protects me and keeps me out of sight
My eyes linger before the night gives in to a new day
Bathing in the moonlight touching the silver crystal display
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Eternal Forests
Fate circles the moon of desire
We are the earth circling time
Her kiss has rivers with deer
Eagles fly over cliffs of granite
Lovers of ember centuries
Past the tears past the fears
The thunder of buffalo herds
Mountain streams like Eden
No armies or galleons
Oak grow as the mighty wind
Our bed has ancestry
Lovers share their dreams
When the land was open
No signs, no ownership
Meadows of stars shine
We are the future laughter
We are the dreams of warriors
They know they must die
They know they must be brave
Feel them in your bright kiss
Passion filled with battles
Feel their canoes along the waters
Your arms are their arms
Kiss your warriors that stand
They are dying for a way of life
Their blood cries from sacred ground
Your eyes like doves
Your dreams of fire and broken arrows
Hold me like a shaman of stolen land
Share your joy and sorrow
Ghost of sweet streams and feathers
Making love by quiet rivers
Warriors that once blessed the sky
The legions come with their chains
They bring reservations
They bring peace treatise with broken tongues
Love me on this hot bed of soul
The night has ancient eyes
Hear the wind bring tears of Cochise
See the shadows like war dances
See the broken wings of the hawk
We must kiss the future when morning rules
We must remember all their visions
Love is a circle of great seasons
Blend into me like a thousand full moons
Tecumseh sighs in the Ohio valley
Make them move west until they are gone
My love the land cries in your heart
These braves of the new world
Panther in the sky
Trail of tears in your loving thighs
We love in hidden valleys and cold mountains
Sacred burial grounds whisper
Let me hold your warrior soul
I am your lover here and now yet pierced
We are ancient lovers waiting for eternal forests
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Mourning (To My Mother)
Flying above water in new time and space
Memories remain and cannot be erased
Waters ripple with soft winds approaching
I bathe in despair and miss your coaching
Treasures discarded or carefully tucked away
Beautiful flowers in vases send in a bouquet
The green of your eyes once deep like the ocean
They no longer see and are void of emotion
Humble assumptions received in a letter
Meant to console do not make me feel better
Ripped out from my life you left a deep scar
The silence around me seems almost bizarre
Your book of life is now open for evaluation
And it is much too late for a new foundation
Your sweater will never give you warmth again
While my tears burn trails like hot acid rain
The days before yesterday I lose out of sight
And my tomorrows are foggy under a blue light
I feel the time that I have lost a long time ago
While new days settle in like icicles and snow
Mistakes speak loudly and echo in my room
But every season passes by all in full bloom
Regret is hurtful because I ignored the signs
While the words disappear between the lines
Today I look at death with a new perspective
Because you cleared the road very effective
No longer afraid because you will be there
I will live out my days the best I can and prepare
© 2011
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Psalm 32 Part 2
A guilty conscience eased by confession and pardon.
While I keep silence, and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my conscience feel!
What agonies of inward smart!
I spread my sins before the Lord,
And all my secret faults confess;
Thy gospel speaks a pard'ning word,
Thine Holy Spirit seals the grace.
For this shall every humble soul
Make swift addresses to thy seat;
When floods of huge temptations roll,
There shall they find a bless'd retreat.
How safe beneath thy wings I lie,
When days grow dark and storms appear;
And when I walk, thy watchful eye
Shall guide me safe from every snare.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Beneath Still Waters
Beneath Still Waters
By: Adam M. Snow
Beneath still waters lie lost memories,
Of sullied dreams cast into seas.
Yet mine lost in a thousand days,
By my foreknown separate ways,
And only by the blood moon,
Will it shine ever so soon.
But mine, shattered by my past,
As my essence surpassed,
Tormented by my woes,
Like the crows upon my flesh.
Tender life of putrid mesh,
Cast down upon my burden.
But lest I suffer more,
For mercy is what I plead for.
To atone for what my sins may cost,
But I reluctant for myself now lost.
Willingly I encumber my future wonder,
Regrets now my only feeling,
I fallen, now kneeling.
Melancholy was my one desire,
Now I cast aside the pit of fire.
Awaken now my wayward dream,
And myself, I now redeem.
On this night of vespertine,
My untimely death was intervene.
Laying here in peaceful slumber,
No more worries should I encumber.
Weeping may endure the night,
My soul, my life becomes the light,
Open now my vastness heart,
Cometh tomorrow a brand new start.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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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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Threads Of Passion
You ignite Northern Lights in my universe
Like a gift from the goddess Aurora
With you I float in cool azure oceans
Aware of the darkness in the depths below
You are sailing on still waters waiting
Anticipating the storms from the horizon
With thorns of sea cucumbers invading
I inflict puncture wounds seeping surrender
You help me float out into the distance
Waiting with hourglasses for my arrival
With the white foam of breaking waves
I create fluffy dream clouds of aspiration
You set the sea surf by my heartbeat
Letting the tide surround me with silence
Out of reefs I built fragile castles on sand
That are later destroyed by infinite currents
Smiling I push the muddy water of rivers
Defrauding you - I seize your breathing
My salty tears mingle with green seas
That carry you away to another coast
You swim with lethal blue-ringed octopus
While I am drowning in sea grass and algae
Together we crash against rocky shores
And dive from icebergs into warm oceans
You are watching me through dark shades
With dark eyes that hide your emotions
Like in black waters I see the moon reflecting
Is it me or is it you that needs protecting
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Bipoler Gheeto
this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite, .and the moon, , and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass...this ghetto got its own bed, and a night light that looks like the moon, , , , , and the moon, and the moon turns into glass, , , , , , , , , , , ...
poem by David Gerardino
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Bipoler Ghetto!
this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite,.and the moon,, and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass...this ghetto got its own bed, and a night light that looks like the moon,,,,, and the moon, and the moon turns into glass,,,,,,,,,,,...
poem by David Gerardino
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Bipoler Gheeto In The A.m
this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite, .and the moon, , and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass...this ghetto got its own bed, and a night light that looks like the moon, , , , , and the moon, and the moon turns into glass, , , , , , , , , , , ...
poem by David Gerardino
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Bipoler 2
this ghetto got its own moon, its own temtation, and i whole new set of rules, this ghetto got its own pregnant night, and brokerness, and drugs that bite, .and the moon, , and the moon turns into glass. this ghetta got its own blood, and guns, and different time zone, and the moon, and the moon turns to glass...this ghetto got its own bed, and a night light that looks like the moon, , , , , and the moon, and the moon turns into glass, , , , , , , , , , , ...
poem by David Gerardino
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Snow
Nature is exchanging icy blows
So severe with wind and flows
It is time for arrival of snow
Winter may set in and grow
Snow may get heavy with shield
Not easily impregnable and yield
She may be spread in vast field
Solid rock like and water not filled
You can skit on her with full speed
Got to be careful and not to skid
You may be of the track and have no lead
You must pay attention and heed
So snow is getting hard and hard
Not letting in anybody to guard
May be wants to stay for little longer
Getting day by stronger and stronger
Enough water inside the hard core
May be very mild and feelings bore
When she will face the hot season?
Flow will be easy and smooth with reason
When nature remains protective?
So the human beings too proactive
Every time on guard and active
So nice with kind heart and suggestive
Heard about snow by friends and in books
I don’t know how many years it took
Witnessed heavy down pour turning into snow
Golden glitter and shining surface glow
Snow may be sports or luxury to the rich
Ordinary may find it dream beyond reach
What does the snow give message or teach?
White represents compromise and preaches
Fertile land and vast areas covered and buried
Single kingdom coming to halt and nothing carried
Still it has its own area of influence and joy
Keeping all beauty intact and doesn’t annoy
She may retain hard shield for few more days
Warm days may definitely force her to part ways
One has to melt with for showing the original color
Strengthen the bonds with message and not sour
Long spell of any thing is always disastrous
It has its own notoriety making ill famous
People may always pray for wet spell to end
Welcome the hot wings and embrace as friend
It is good to be part of natural cycle
With change in it makes full circle
Constant change is quality of nature
Bright sunny days are only future
Nothing lasts and stays as permanent
May remain pleasant for little moment
Time comes when one has to change
Change complete schedule and arrange
What is left behind is only fragrance?
Good smell to spread for instance
One may stand quietly and have a glance
Feel pulse of it as rare and unique chance
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Clouds That Cover The Sun
Clouds that cover the sun
A dark shadow over passing
An extinguished light
Gone from view
As days fade away
A sleeping world awakens
To the silver tinged beauty of
A silent summer night
Dreams come and go
Hidden messages in the sand
Across the dark of midnight
A shooting star moves
Bring lovers eyes with it
Encompassing and alluring
A kindled flame of childish hope
Burns bright and true
Destiny unfolded, untold
A book with no words
Black ink spattered and scattered
Across a wide spread world
Death of the beautiful and innocent
No fuel to feed the fire
Burning it self and destroying
Every thing else in the end
poem by Autumn Winds
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The Wood And The Shore
The low bay melts into a ring of silver,
And slips it on the shore's reluctant finger
Though in an hour the tide will turn, will tremble,
Forsaking her because the moon persuades him.
But the black wood that leans and sighs above her
No tide can turn, no moon can slave nor summon.
Then comes the dark: on sleepy, shell-strewn beaches,
O'er long pale leagues of sand and cold, clear water
She hears the tide go out towards the moonlight.
The wood still leans… weeping she turns to seek him,
And his black hair all night is on her bosom.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Fly
Spread your wings, flyin over frozen mountains, crystal rivers, and geyser fountains,
Driftin above China's mystic forests, float with the breeze across seas to shore,
Deserts, cactus, and tumbleweeds,
Irish meadows, and fields of green,
Glide through cities of brick and stone, broken arrows of ancient Rome,
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Want you to fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Haunted woodlands, forbidden trails,
Dust devils, caves, and OK Corrals,
Through castle halls, under water falls, pyramids crumble when nature calls,
Sky were blue become black with stars, lighting bugs kept within jars,
Sand moves quickly through the hour glass,
Wings spread, we can all fly at last,
Everybody come and fly away,
You must believe that you can fly away,
Spread your wings and come and fly away,
Just believe and you will fly away,
Rock will melt, coal crystalize, clouds with skylines materialize,
Wings spread take flights over northern lights,
Wolves howl over blood red moonlit nights,
Kings and queens within our dreams, the sky rains diamonds a ruby ring,
Oceans, rivers, lakes, and ponds, lions, in the cold brr's along,
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Want you to fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Come on and fly with me
Muslims travle to the land of Mecca,
Atlantis, hidden deep under forever, Iceland golden tombs of pharoah kings,
Rainbows sprinkling diamond rings, voices cryin out echo carries,
Angels dance with the cryptic fairies,
Gates of a
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Where Do We Fit
Same when I left you
Now the same upon return
As your pages flip over
You seem to let them burn
You drink from the bottle
That stole your friend
Your friend
Your friend
Now the seasons
They come and they go
I watch the blossoms
As the bees take their own
I peer through the water
That floods my eyes
My eyes
My eyes
I want you in my life
I feel I need you in my life
But I can't have you
Not tonight
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
I watch our children
As they play in the sand
Speaking those words
That only you can understand
I know inside of you
You feel that they are gold
You know there's time
They are not yet old
They want you in their lives
I feel they need you in their lives
But they can't have you
Not tonight
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
I hope these things
They come alive inside you
And you recognise
I hope these things
They come alive and bite you
In the night
I see you standing with each child
And laughing
As you feed their smiles
I hope these things
They come alive and bite you
In the night
Because we
We need you
In our lives
Because we
We need you
In our lives
Because these days are
These days are nothing
Tell me where do we fit in
These days are
These days are nothing
Tell me where do we fit in
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Where Do We Fit
Same when I left you
Now the same upon return
As your pages flip over
You seem to let them burn
You drink from the bottle
That stole your friend
Your friend
Your friend
Now the seasons
They come and they go
I watch the blossoms
As the bees take their own
I peer through the water
That floods my eyes
My eyes
My eyes
I want you in my life
I feel I need you in my life
But I can't have you
Not tonight
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
I watch our children
As they play in the sand
Speaking those words
That only you can understand
I know inside of you
You feel that they are gold
You know there's time
They are not yet old
They want you in their lives
I feel they need you in their lives
But they can't have you
Not tonight
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
Not these days
I hope these things
They come alive inside you
And you recognise
I hope these things
They come alive and bite you
In the night
I see you standing with each child
And laughing
As you feed their smiles
I hope these things
They come alive and bite you
In the night
Because we
We need you
In our lives
Because we
We need you
In our lives
Because these days are
These days are nothing
Tell me where do we fit in
These days are
These days are nothing
Tell me where do we fit in
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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The Goose Fish
On the long shore, lit by the moon
To show them properly alone,
Two lovers suddenly embraced
So that their shadows were as one.
The ordinary night was graced
For them by the swift tide of blood
That silently they took at flood,
And for a little time they prized
Themselves emparadised.
Then, as if shaken by stage-fright
Beneath the hard moon's bony light,
They stood together on the sand
Embarrassed in each other's sight
But still conspiring hand in hand,
Until they saw, there underfoot,
As though the world had found them out,
The goose fish turning up, though dead,
His hugely grinning head.
There in the china light he lay,
Most ancient and corrupt and grey.
They hesitated at his smile,
Wondering what it seemed to say
To lovers who a little while
Before had thought to understand,
By violence upon the sand,
The only way that could be known
To make a world their own.
It was a wide and moony grin
Together peaceful and obscene;
They knew not what he would express,
So finished a comedian
He might mean failure or success,
But took it for an emblem of
Their sudden, new and guilty love
To be observed by, when they kissed,
That rigid optimist.
So he became their patriarch,
Dreadfully mild in the half-dark.
His throat that the sand seemed to choke,
His picket teeth, these left their mark
But never did explain the joke
That so amused him, lying there
While the moon went down to disappear
Along the still and tilted track
That bears the zodiac.
poem by Howard Nemerov
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Go Tell The Drummer Man
Silver drums, rhythms that he hums
Waltzing dogs, that come when he calls
Plans for one he keeps in a coffer
What can I offer, I dont know
Can I bring him love words to sing him
Like some foolish magi
Ill be gone and words in a song
Wont even last till sunrise
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
Streets and parks
Waltzes in the dark
Lovers now, when time will allow
An afternoon, the kind to believe in
Why am I leaving? I dont know
Distant places, just empty spaces
Till we are together
What can I bring, time leaves me nothing
I wonder will it ever.
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
Silver birds fly away like words
In the wind, and soon Ill be in
Another world
The land of without him
Whats it about, this other world
Go tell the drummer man
The time glass is out of sand
Ask him to understand
And wait for me, and wait for me
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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