Presence...
Crystal clear gaze,
Radiant skin
Luminous face.
Flowing movement
Gliding steps
.alive in the present.
Compassionate,
Measured speech
Meditative state.
Simple vestments
Love,
ONLY adornment…
Persona arrests,
Only Enlightenment
TO MANIFEST.
24.10.2008
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Crystal Clear
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water, I can see your face
How do you feel know? I want to know
Does your love burn like a summer's day
Or is it still on hold in an ice cube tray?
Clear as crystal
How do you feel now? I want to know
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In my glass of water? I can see your face
Winter has passed now, did you ever know?
Is your love forming like the springtime
Or is it still a snowdrop in the snow so fine?
Clear as crystal
Clear as crystal, I can see your face
In a glass of water, you can see your face
How do you feel know, I want to know
Now I can see you so crystal clear
Crystal clear
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Gaze Into The Crystal
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see within.
Is my future rosy,
will I have many friends?
Look into the crystal;
pray tell me what you see for me.
Am I going to be rich,
or am I to remain poor.
Will I be loved always
or is it just a dream?
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see.
Look into the crystal
I beg you please.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Peter Pan Persona
We all want to be
younger than what we are.
Some do it in different ways.
A face-lift to show softer skin and no wrinkles,
a tummy tuck to get rid of the bulges
or dressing up in all the trendy fashions
to look a teenager again.
However, when it boils down to it
they still look like mutton dressed as lamb.
The Peter Pan persona
is just a state of mind.
If you feel young, you will look the same.
There are many beautiful people,
who are older than they look.
Therefore, when you’re feeling old
and want to feel young.
Just think that you are
and you will feel that way,
for the Peter Pan persona
is just a state of mind.
1 November 2010
poem by David Harris
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Simple As That
I know it isnt easy to refuse
A lot of thoughts are flying thru your head
Tell me this before you have to choose
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that
Would you rather be alive or dead
Its as simple as that, its so simple
It makes you wanna cry
They ask you if you wanna join in
You linger for a minute or so
Well nows a perfect time to begin
Are you gonna say yes or no?
Its as simple as that
Are you gonna say yes or no?
If s as simple as that, its so simple
It makes you wanna cry
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Its harder when you start to get round
I want you to remember what I said
I know you never like to let them down
But would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Its as simple as that, if s so simple
It makes me wanna cry
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Would you rather be alive or dead?
Would you?
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
And if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
Yes if you love your life
Everybody will love you too
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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River Words Flowing
river words are always flowing
into dream heart peace loving
minds
sacred symbols
sear seal third eye piercing
enlightenment firm binds
be still silent meditater hears
great spirit creator
enter crystal flowing waters
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Euphoria
After the showers
The sky is clear
Where ever eyes traverse
Everything is crystal clear
The mountains
Look majestic as never before
Fixed where they were
But closer they appear
Mystical air envelopes them
Scattered clouds
Add to the beauty
Rejuvenating the libido
With thoughts travelling not beyond those majestic looks
As just before a baby is born
The mother
Is enveloped
With mystical powers
Each movement of hers
Crystal clear
And majestic in content.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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An eye that burns
I love your eyes,
My eyes?
Yes, your radiant dark eyes,
Like the winter snow
With wooing gaze
In glowing ember.
The one at our first night met
A shudder of diagnostically lust symptom.
Into my jerking spine,
To what the med might refer love burst entanglement
Was not i entrapped in the web of your covetous gazes,
That now at this night under where we cleave
Our souls now bound,
By the wounded branches,
Under ease of thrushes carol.
Your eyes was doused,
A moment beyond your infant measure,
A delusional love symptom,
I to my under skin diagnosed a sentence,
A sickness of lasting illusion,
To what eternity must behold.
I love your eyes,
From contours of raiding streets,
To jasmines of fine fragrance,
Beholding a covetous gaze
Under rippled twilight,
Up-ridding my pane in luscious humor,
With eyes of glowing tremor,
To my bosom deeply before embraced.
Your eyes,
To all endear and behold,
Before the hallows at dawn enroll
Coach me to your sensual session
With your luscious sweep of brow,
That eternity might to your infant rise enclave.
All that our passions now engraved
I would again love your eyes,
If till my dying days still aglow,
With wings of chariot faith enclose
To my pensive state acclaim.
That this night,
My last struggling days avail.
I love your eyes because i love you,
I love you because your eyes is of luminous hue.
poem by Folayemi Akande
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Breathing Life Into Each Personality Potential
I am constant
in love attention
I bequeath to my children.
Thus they remain
strong as individuals
continue to develop
their unique abilities
their prime growth ability
to access universal energy.
We develop our destinies
together by breathing life
into each potential person
we encounter as we focus
loving energy into cultivating
their unique dormant beauty
by projecting energy
into their awakening
stirring deeper glory
as we appreciate
their innate nature
desire to make
a positive difference
in heartbeat heartthrob world
with their hidden talents.
We all bare a portion
of universal truth
locked alluring within
each present moment.
Meditate focus upon
choice purpose present
where manifest change
is enacted energy point
focus energy staged on
those moved to speech
when interacting within
group soul with purity
of clear vibrant
non-controlling
drama energy.
Energy is sent
with love
each person
has a portion
of universal
truth to impact
at differing times
as we seek attain
enlightenment
in an orderly
self fusion
cosmic fashion
through compassion
a sharper intuition
of shared visions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crystal Charisma
As clear as crystal necklaces
Worn by celebrities
And snowflakes as each passes
Upon a wistful breeze,
Or spiders' webs with morning dew,
So gossamer, so fine,
Transparent is my love for you,
My sweetheart Valentine...
As clear as crystal solitaires
That grace 9-carat rings
And icicles mid Winter's airs
As each new Christmas brings,
Or skating rinks spread out for all
To while away an hour,
Your eyes to me send out their call
With such hypnotic power...
As clear as crystal stars at night
That twinkle 'gainst the sky,
As if to shine with all their might
Intent to mystify...
I look at you and feel the thrill
Of love reborn, 'Hooray! '
Yet wonder if I ever will
Declare that love someday...
As clear as crystal would life be
If you said, 'I love you! '
Then all my doubts would surely flee,
For what else could they do?
As clear as crystal is my love,
Alas, I'm oh so shy...
Till God grants courage from above,
All I can do is... sigh...
Denis Martindale, copyright, April 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Portrait
As I gaze blink-less
At the bare beauty of your persona
Behind the thin satin coat
Your portrait steps out alive
Out of the golden frame.
Your portrait generates
A multitude of elemental emotions,
Some romantically elusive like fluttering butterflies,
Others tangible like love-making,
Yet some others audible like the dying cadence
Of a stringed music played on my lyre.
Am churned by the immaculate portrait
Like the ocean
And I deliver nectar and parijat
From the dark womb of my private secrecy.
I owe it to your portrait timeless,
As I take the yet-to-be christened
Eleventh incarnation of Indian pantheon
Embodying love and truth
With an assured confidence.
Weary Lad
Weary Lad
By: Adam M. Snow
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
His thoughts a damsel, not quite a lady
His heart is young, his mind is shady.
But this girl he lust but lest he dream,
The girl he long the more she gleams.
He sought her again, once again
And once again, his heart speaks of her.
He gaze upon himself utterly; not knowing, not knowing.
Should he ponder or sunder; but his words not flowing, but his words not flowing.
He quiver with fear as she draws near;
This young lad's love is all he had.
Despair follows in the quake of his steps,
He waits for her with every pep.
He speaks only of her but dreams of her forever.
Surely these two souls are destined to be,
But he remains alone in the far distant sea.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Kalmuck Bride
I HAVE saddled your white steed, and I have burnished them-
Your belt with crystal clasps, your lance, your scimitar,
Your carbine silver-chased; now ere you mount and ride
Across the sky-wide steppe, a horseman to the war:
A promise make your bride: that at the self-same hour,
Whether you gallop on or halt in some wide mart,
You'll look up at the moon, so round, so full, so bright,
The almost moveless moon, with longing in your heart!
And I beside the tent will gaze and gaze and gaze
Upon the self-same moon that's like the looking-glass
You brought me from the fair of whitened Kadajah,
The present from your hand in which I saw my face.
(Shine, lance and scimitar, shine belt, and shine, carbine,
With magic of the moon I have endued your shine!)
Charmed by that double gaze, the moon that's won unto
The magic I contrive, will mirror my wan face,
And you will see above, so far, so still, so sad,
The daughter of the Khan who nightly seeks your gaze.
poem by Padraic Colum
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Persona Non Grata
Now the cry of the toucan for your man is history
Welcome to heaven the land of the rich and the free
The waters so clean you can fill your canteen with it cold
Please hand me your locket and I promise you pockets of gold
No soldiers to knock on your door
Now what can a man ask for more
Persona non grata!
Just lay your money down
Persona non grata!
On your knees and kiss the ground
I know all the right people we will make you legal in a flash
I wont take no for an answer no credit no checks just cash
Well it may seem like a lot but Im really not in it for greed
As God as my witness I have a family and mistress to feed
What price can you put on a dream
Your fortune lies across the stream
Persona non grata!
Just lay your money down
Persona non grata!
On your knees and kiss the ground
Persona non grata!
Persona non grata!
No soldiers to knock on your door
Now what can a man ask for man
Persona non grata!
Just lay your money down
Persona non grata!
On your knees and kiss the ground
Persona non grata!
Persona non grata!
Lay your money down
Lay your money down
Persona non grata!
Persona non grata!
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Animal In You
The sweet smile upon your lips
Smooth movement of your hips
Charming gaze
Eyes ablaze
I see the animal in you
The softness of your skin
Your ever cheeky grin
Killer nails
Crazy tales
I feel the animal in you
The emotion in your tone
Intensely rich groan
Harsh speech
Now preach
I hear the animal in you
The fierce in your stroll
Kindness of your soul
Heart true
Destined view
I Love the animal in you
poem by Zoe Elsworth
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The Beauty Within
A beauty that comes from within
is a beauty that age cannot wrinkle
Not distracted by a simple pimple
But a radiant face of joy and pleasure
A woman of inner beauty
Is a life full of love and bounty
Her sweet smile will never fade away
For the Lord is her security
She longs for a pure heart
And wears a cheerful countenance
She does not need a color to overhaul
For her beauty is within after all
Nov.11,2008
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Ratfinks, Suicide Tanks And Cannibal Girls
I black the temper, yeah
Never seen the face of truth
Sweet Mr. Jesus, yeah
Infected on my skin
Deep mist around you, yeah
I'm crawling on the side
Sheep for another, yeah
Another taste of life
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
Dead barks around you, yeah
Crawl in a river black
I creep and crawl here, yeah
He's falling on the floor
Out with another, yeah
A killing wall of sound
Say that you love it, yeah
Don't make me turn it down
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
Born to kill, yeah
Black, blue and bloody fingers
Hong Kong head, yeah
Who's gonna face this wheel
Now tell me smooth, yeah
I'll tell the pussycats
An ultra-pain, yeah
I'll blow it all away
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
song performed by by White Zombie
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You have stormed into my life
You have stormed into my life
You have stolen from me the fire so suddenly without a strife
From the fountains of the past
Left me with none for all others craving lust
All too insignificant for my memory to bother
To glorify the present, you haste and gather
The smoulding ashes to rekindle my low forgotten desire
Stunned as I am against this ancient days fire
Against you I put these lofty steep walls
I fortified my determinations with thick deep trenches
None are a match for the lurid passionate launches
As deep are the moats around me or the towers tall
They are all doomed to melt to dry out and to fall
There, there is the waxing moon in its orbit set so beautiful now
With ore and grace that none can disavow
Goes to the rhythm of the day
Gliding the mirror face of the bay
Gliding the flowers' beds
Gliding the reed's blades
Gliding the golden hours of the night
The meadow, lea and bower under cover bright
Come swiftly come not of late
While the moon is still in its orbit state
Come before the clouds wrapped in morning mists
Strengthen me; enlighten me with your passionate kiss
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Past, Future, Now
See a face.
Do I know you?
You look familar.
I must know you.
From a past,
From a present.
Somewhere in the future.
Your part of me.
Long ago in a dream.
I saw your face.
Keeping me close to you.
Embracing you, holding me.
Here and now,
I see you.
Talking sofly of sweet things.
I belong to you.
In a crystal ball,
We walk hand in hand.
Deep in a forest,
Together forever.
In my heart,
Though my soul.
The wonder of a simple role.
We are one and the same.'
poem by Mariah Simpson
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Of the Times I Spent with You
Of the times I spent with you,
I know I will never forget,
Of the times I spent with you,
I know I will never regret.
Of the times I spent with you,
I know I'll never complain,
You were just doing what you had to do,
And I was just doing the same.
And as the end is drawing near,
And soon it's time to go,
Let me make this crystal clear,
There's something you should know.
There was never another love,
Who could ever take your place,
Never a brighter smile,
Than the one upon your face.
When I gaze back to what we had,
Amazed, I have to sigh,
Counting all the blessings,
Graced upon you and I.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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60's Dream
The grass glowed with light,
effervescent green bouncing,
under the blue,
radiant air flowing around,
the hot sun warms my skin,
Wild energy surrounds me,
sparks fly about, insects sing with their burst of life,
so short
Grey skies arrive but there is no doom,
the sun warms the grey and there is light,
the birds still sing,
the grass is still green,
energy surrounds all who breathe,
earth bound we are planetary creatures
jump in to the air and feel the wind,
against your skin,
you are so alive,
under the the sun,
you are warm, heated, loved,
smiling, smiling with the sun god
poem by Sara Winters
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