Your Words Cut, Whilst Your Heart Bleeds
I have seen signs-they seem to be everywhere;
'What do they mean? ', I wonder-should I even care! ?
There remains a mystery in their appearance-
They seemingly belie a contrary avowance:
Is this a way to speak without word! ?
Should I ignore all that I have 'heard'?
Actions speak the volume that words cannot,
Actions 'say' what your muffled lips, ought.
Your actions give rise to my amorous allusions.
Certain facts are wholly incontrovertible,
Which give rise to certain conclusions
Which are inherent and inescapable:
Your words belie your wants and needs,
Your words cut, whilst your heart bleeds!
-Maurice Harris,1 August 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Amorous Invitation
Do you really love me? Well, that remains to be seen;
The answer lies in your actions, they will reveal what you mean
When you say: 'I love you'-I pray its your heart's verity!
Contrariwise, my love for thee needs no further clarity,
I know of its truth because my heart tells me;
Perhaps you and your's concur in your statements veracity-
I cannot be sure, so I bide for further assurance,
As much does, indeed, ride upon your avowance!
Be forewarned though, allow not, my outward appearance,
To otherwise belie my heart's inward vulnerability;
It has been hurt, and needs to balance
The need for love, with its own fragility!
I trust your that words were preceded by much mentation-
As were mine, before I extended my amorous invitation!
poem by Maurice Harris
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We Need Not Share Words...
We need not have to be together
In order that we may share forever,
Our interval may be our genesis still,
To opine contrary is to oppose His will!
A respite perhaps, to prepare for our journey?
A time of poignant reflection, for you, for me?
Perchance, even to exact our circumstance?
Maybe to allow adoption of our love's avowance?
For whatsoever it may be, I do not altercate-
With wonderment, we are allowed to alternate!
We need not share sight to share dreams;
Need we be near a star to know it gleams?
We need not share words to share thought
Of the consummate love we have sought!
Maurice Harris,21 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Yes, yes, yes
What language has to do?
When eyes speak,
What beauty has to do?
When eyes don’t see it,
What words have to do?
When lack commitment,
What appearance has to do?
When lack inner beauty?
What are we meant for?
When don’t long for each other,
What we care for?
When nothing to take care of,
What is use of promise?
When said is undone,
What we search and look for?
When nothing special in it,
Why all mystery in it?
When no secret in it,
Yes, but everything in it,
When you ask for it,
You don’t stand for look,
You don’t find me as cook,
You shake head in yes,
I too say yes, yes yes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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One Of The Great Mysteries Of Nature
A bird or wild animal when they sense death is upon them will crawl under thick cover for to die
Why this should be great minds have often pondered though they did not come up with the answer why
Beast or bird to die will try to crawl to cover it's something way beyond them to explain
It's one of the great mysteries of Nature and as a mystery forever 'twill remain.
There are so many mysteries in Nature and us humans despite our advanced technology
Cannot unlock Mother Nature's deepest secrets and Nature to us still a mystery
Some seem to think that wild creatures die in cover from their enemies to hide themselves away
But that is just one of a thousand theories and I would rather stick with 'who can say'.
There are so many mysteries in Nature and her secrets she doesn't share with you and I
And Mother Nature to me still remains a mystery though I've lived near her since I was a young boy
And those who say they know of Nature's secrets they kid themselves or if not that they lie
For Mother Earth to us remains a mystery though to understand her ways we never cease to try.
The bird or beast for to die will try to crawl to cover even
from their own kind they wish to die alone
And why this should be to us remains a mystery and none of Nature's secrets to us known
As the years go by we acquire greater knowledge but people like the Seasons come and go
But Nature with secrecy will guard her secrets and her secrets are not for us to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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New World
the great word of blessendness
and a feeling of ease
a cup of the well of freedom
and a life we joyfully drink
inside, all was new, but outwards
nothing had changed
an escapade,
then to the altar to
evaluate all parts
of the great mystery
but all remains
on the same spot,
no signs of a new season
in my hand is a new word,
but the word is still
without body
a hidden life-stream that
swells in the deep
will soon give the word
a second face
song performed by by In Flames
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The New Word
the great word of blessendness
and a feeling of ease
a cup of the well of freedom
and life we joyfully drink
inside, all was new, but outwards
nothing had changed
an escapade,
then to the altar to
evaluate all parts
of the great mystery
but all remains
on the same spot,
no signs of a new season
in my hand is a new word,
but the word is still
without a body
a hidden life-stream that
swells in the deep
will soon give the word
a 2nd face
song performed by by In Flames
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Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. a mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.
quote by Dag Hammarskjold
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All the signs were right. And when I mean all the sings were right, the only signs that we care about when we start a project of making a record is, do we have the songs - it's that simple.
quote by Graham Nash
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From The Guise Of Many
From the guise of many,
we fall into the guise of one
creating within it
our own mystery.
Within the guise of many,
we still try to hide our all.
We pretend to be the one,
but in fact,
we are always the many.
Our name remains
always the same
with just a touch of mystery.
22 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Signs On The Sky
People walk up and down the streets
They exist but their hearts don't beat
Empty eyes drawing border lines
Faces fade as you try to give a sign
Signs appear - written on the sky
They don't care as they're walking by
Is there no one to take them down
Take them down to earth for you and me?
Signs on the sky -
Tell me why don't you read them?
Signs on the sky -
Tell me what you believe in
There's no use waiting for the one
As the time goes on and on
When the night comes over you
You're the only judge of what is true
There's a road you can only find
Turning round, leaving all behind
And if you can break the seal
Everything you dream of will be real
song performed by by Zeno
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Whatsoever is contrary to nature is contrary to reason, and whatsoever is contrary to reason is absurd.
quote by Baruch Spinoza
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Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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Faith indeed tells what the senses do not tell, but not the contrary of what they see. It is above them and not contrary to them.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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The patient's autonomy always, always should be respected, even if it is absolutely contrary - the decision is contrary to best medical advice and what the physician wants.
quote by Jack Kevorkian
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Caution
When it comes to love
we see the warning signs,
caution and don’t go there,
but because of who we are,
we ignore them all the time.
We reverse the signs of caution and don’t go there.
Throwing caution to the wind,
we go without a care.
It is only when love dies
and our heart is beyond repair,
do we realise we should have listened
to the warning signs
caution and don’t go there.
Then it is too late
and there is no turning back.
Tears flood our eyes
and sadness fills our heart.
We should always read the signs
and not ignore them all the time.
If it reads caution,
we should tread carefully,
and if reads don’t go there,
we should take its advice
and go elsewhere.
16 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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Suspicious Signs
Say whats that thing
On your back
Well I guess its a hair
And the hair is black
I got you on the phone
You said youre all alone
I heard these boots on the floor
And I beg you baby please no more
Suspicious signs
What do I see
Suspicious signs
Suspicious signs
Now everythings so strange
Not how it used to be
I call you up at three
And you say you cant talk to me
Say whats it all about
Why do you talk that loud
I hear your fingertips
Playing with italian hips
Suspicious signs
What do I see
Suspicious signs
Suspicious signs
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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As nightfall does not come all at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged. And it is in such twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air — however slight — lest we become unwitting victims of the darkness.
quote by William O. Douglas
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Mystery Boy
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Its too sad to point the finger
I told the boy to look at me
But what you say it never lingers
Its not what you say, but what you see
Boy look at me
I couldnt look no better see
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Its too sad that love would sting you
You told the girl that it would be
A kind of love thats deep within you
A boys a boy, but did they say hed be
For eternity?
Or just a mystery
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Ooh mystery boy
Mystery boy
Ooh
Ooh
Mystery mystery mystery boy
Its too sad to point the finger
I told the boy to look at me
Its too sad that love might sting you
You told the girl that it would be
Some kind of love thats deep within you
Some dream thats hard to see
Mystery boy
song performed by by Culture Club
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Its A Mystery
Words and music by bob seger
Its a mystery
How the heart beats
How the sun shines
How our eyes meet
Its a mystery
Lts a wonder
How we keep from
Sinking under
Its a mystery
All the nonsense
Set before us
Supposed to shock us
But it bores us
All the ennui
All the replays
All the rewrites
All the cant says
Its a mystery
Electron guns fire images
They end in interstellar space
Within the year
And through it all
We dance and starve and
Burn and clear
Its a mystery
How they con us
How they sneak til
Theyre upon us
All the anchors
With their helmets
Getting ratings
With their zealots
All the pundits
All the salesmen
Setting snake oil
To the nation
All the specials
Every rerun
All the penguins
Getting well-done
Its a mystery
Its a mystery
How the heart beats
How the sun shines
How our eyes meet
Its a mystery
Its a wonder
How we ever
Find each other
Its a mystery
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Concerns Of Mysterious Love
Love is a mystery
Across the lands you inhabit.
But you draw sketches beautiful ever.
Love is a paradox
Alien to many but perhaps a dream for you
And its woes still form rainbows in your poems.
Cleopatra was a fairy with infectious charm
Who bewitched many a man
And she brought disgrace to the fairer sex.
John Keats had a Fanny Browne
Who left him dry and lone
When consumption struck him for a while.
Shelly seduced many, fell in love with two
But ran away with another!
A habitual user was he indeed!
There is a joke cracked...
There were many traumatised victims of love
Whom Sigmund Froid once treated
At his mental clinic......
There in one ward you could see a sad man with long beard
Who was once in deep love with an eve of 'infinite traits'!
But his lady love, alas! had rejected him later
And she had been wedded to another!
It was a supreme case of true love
That made him mad and a client of Froid.
He was struggling to recover,
His Venus was gone!
In the neighbouring ward you could see another man
His beard was longer and his face paler.
Who was he? Do you know?
He was the very man whom the Venus above
Had wed for a life time deception!
Again and again thorns seemingly tell you,
' Thou, come not near'.
But you go to pluck the flower!
Again and again seemingly the petals whisper unto you,
' Thou art finished'.
Where is love?
That immaculate flower of beauty?
Does it still grow on the tombs of
Romeo and Juliet or Salim and Anarkali?
Let your sketches be drawn...
The rainbows of the water washed sky
Have to begin to descend to our plains of reality.
Love that sheds its fake might and myth
Has to bloom on the plant of care
Care that has no gender or envy.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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