Her Name
He called her name from aching mouth,
Calling her dreams as if they slept from the spine.
His moment of motion began from the bed
Towards the innocent tower of strength.
Lifting the body had never been attempted
For the human body required a sense of loss.
She was dead for generations, alive for the time,
The crystal cover of her diary shined with disbelief.
Wondered over, captained and bought,
The books of life are the whole meaning of time and dreams.
It was her emptiness and his emptiness
This time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Emptiness Comes
EMPTINESS COMES
Emptiness comes-
There is nothing to say
Nothing to write-
But Nothing is for me only nothing
It is not the goal and the meaning-
Egolessness belongs to saints of a certain kind
I am not a saint-
Emptiness disappears with the writing
Words and meanings come-
I suppose one will be empty forever
When one is alive
What can Emptiness give?
I have written against the Emptiness
And am less empty now for now-
Thank God I no longer feel empty now-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Nightmares (English sonnet)
There sometimes is really bad kind of dreams
which you want to avoid, to be waking,
when in your ears you hear your own screams,
while your body, mind and soul is aching
These dreams return like a bomb ever ticking
to the time that they come back with anxiety,
as if the past, the time of war is sticking
its fingers in the present life with impropriety.
Night after night as in sleep you plunge in
again you are in cover behind enemy lines,
you dream of escaping barely by your skin,
where you were trapped by some landmines,
about shooting to kill to be able to survive,
about as a duty taking someone else’s life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Prime Time Of Our Lives
It's the prime time of our lives
And I've never seen us more alive
Now that the night has finally arrived
I'm looking for some fun and to survive
Join hands with me
We'll slow down the time
We'll dance the last song
The prime time of our lives is here in this time for us now
When you reach a certain point in your life
You better push it to the extremes
And that's what we're doing
We're celebrating dreams
We're living dreams
We're creating new dreams
In the prime time of our lives
The time is now
In our choices
In what we thought
In what we bought
In what we've got
Thank god for now
It's the prime time of our lives
poem by Justin Gildow
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Something More (Augustine's Confession)
Augustine just woke up with a broken heart
All this time he's never been awake before
At 31 his whole world is a question mark
All this time he's never been awake before
Watching dreams that he once had
Feed the flame inside his head
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness
He says
"Theres gotta be something more
Than what i'm living for
I'm crying out to you"
"Theres gotta be something more
Than what i'm living for
I'm crying out to you"
Augustine
All his fears keeping falling out
All this time he's never been awake before
Finding out his old dreams aren't panning out
All this time he's never been awake before
But he's mad to be alive
And he's dying to be met
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness
He says
"Theres gotta be something more
Than what i'm living for
I'm crying out to you"
"Theres gotta be something more
Than what i'm living for
I'm crying out to you"
Something more
Hey I give it all away
Nothing I was holding back remains
Hey i give it all away
Looking for the grace of God today
Theres gotta be something more
Than what i'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Theres gotta be something more
Than what i've been before
I'm crying out to you
Theres gotta be something more
Than what i'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Theres gotta be something more
Than what i've been before
I'm crying out to you
Three Four
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Something More
Augustine just woke up with a broken heart
All this time, he's never been awake before
At 31, his whole world is a question mark
All this time, he's never been awake before
Watching dreams that he once had
Feed the flame inside his head
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Augustine, all his fears keep falling out
All this time, he's never been awake before
Finding out his old dreams aren't panning out
All this time, he's never been awake before
And he's mad to be alive
And he's dying to be met
In a quiet desperation of the emptiness he says
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
Hey, I gave it all away
Nothing I was holding back remains
Hey, I gave it all away
Looking for the grace of God again
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you
There's gotta be something more
Than what I'm living for
I'm crying out to you...
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Over The Dead Body
Don’t fight over the dead body
Grudge and ego of people left behind
Could raise the worst world war
Don’t scared over the dead body
Silence and stillness of living human
Is more frightening than the ghost
Don’t keep mourning over the dead body
Sadness and lost of the one we love
Will be replaced by forever peace
Don’t worship over the dead body
Dreams could only be real and achieved
If we open our eyes to the world
Don’t disrespect over the dead body
It once belonged to precious life
Though the evidence corpse severely decayed
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Brand New Day....
THAT feeling that you are nothing
we must admit, comes in a while
like a drought in April,
you feel like a Sahara though you have never been there
but it is more real
that dryness of the river of the soul
that runs without a water
winding its way into the labyrinths of your heart
you feel like hanging yourself upon a tree and
saying: this is it
i am swallowed by the mouth of emptiness,
on the other hand, in time you come to your senses
imagining the gardens, and lakes and mountains
the youthful days with friends
as though you wake up from a deep stupor with
the sleep inducing drug
you pinch yourself, ' i am still alive
and there is still a use for my hands and
the whole body'
you open your eyes to see the morning light.
it is a brand new day. it is. it really is.
why must emptiness carry you as though you are a powerless piece
of floating paper in air?
damn it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Called Her Name
(copyright nazareth, tiflis tunes,inc.-ascap)
Called her name but the wind blew strong,
I called in vain though I tried so long,
Called the sea to bring her home,
But the sea dont hear and Im still alone
I feel an emptiness inside
Something within me I cant hide
Standing here looking at the sky,
But the light I see cant tell me why,
I feel an emptiness inside,
Something within me I cant hide.
Everytime I stop to think
Thats the time I get lonely
Thats the time it hurts the most
Everytime I get lonely.
What went wrong, who am I to blame,
Did I take too long, to call her name,
I feel an emptiness inside
Something within me I cant hide.
song performed by by Nazareth
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To Debby On The Death Of Her Dad
To say sorry seems such an easy thing to say
But from you that won't take your sense of loss away
You have been burdened with a heavy cross
And time alone can only heal your sense of loss.
Old 98 for you it ended bad
The grim reaper from you he took your dad
I only can imagine how you must feel
But time the scars of sorrow always heal.
You've lost the hero of your childhood years
And he was one well worthy of your tears
But Debby your tears will bring to you relief
And help to heal your mental scars of grief.
Your father was a man I never knew
But he was one who meant so much to you
The life breath from his body may be gone
But his soul alive and well and living on.
I'm one of those with words who like to play
And to say sorry such an easy thing to say
And I can't feel the sense of loss you feel
And time itself the only thing that heal.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Juliet
you are the picture of my dream
a dream within my dreams the face
that capsulizes the memory of this
moment in time
you come when i needed you most in
a very special way, as your face melted
my warm body the journey begins in the
land where only you and i can understand
you made my day complete, my sensuality
of my being stop, touching you and felt
that my whole body expose to the arena of
no return
seems that all are just a sense of beauty
reflected in your illuminating face, an
unstoppable force that force my masculinity
to take the best of what ever it may takes
oh! my dear Juliet, all are just a lingering
smell of the beginning of blooming flowers,
a stream couple with breezing emotion of
vigor, where redded jade challenge the gems
of heaven
you have just satisfied my darling thirst, that
watered the meaning of blindness of the
immortality of my heart, you have been the
enkindling passion of my mortal being
now that you come to my intense feeling
of everything, my whole self has conquers the
completeness of time, you have come to
fulfill the crystal joy that i long for
be my lady through out eternity....oh! Juliet
of my day
poem by Antonio Liao
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Body
Your body is not
Under your control
Futile to say
About other scroll.
You do not know
Where I am
And you are going on
Calling my roll.
You know I am
Not in the Mandir
Not in the Mosque
And you are losing
Your time and energy
To make a search.
You know I am not
In any action
Not in any reaction
And you are
Expressing emotion.
I am with you
And within your body
And in the bodies of all.
Take care of the body
Know the body is
To know me.
Remember
I am not the body
Body is not I
And you have to leave
The body
Without the body
Nothing can be achieved
And you are nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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There Is A Time When One Has Nothing Inside
THERE IS A TIME WHEN ONE HAS NOTHING INSIDE
There is a time when one has nothing inside
No birds sing
No longings demand their realization
Only the endless emptiness
Of what one has never been
The endless ambition to be
Without knowing what to be
Nothing inside
Endless hopelessness
Little fear
Waiting
No poem either
Nothing inside
But only
Emptiness
And more Emptiness
Like these lines
So small
So pathetic
So unworthy of ‘Poetry’
As if one’s life too
Were a meaningless passing of nothingness to nothing else.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Un - Me - Ing ‘i’
I want to shake them off,
weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?
Loneliness. I
observe the hands of a watch
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.
An atavistic ache.
Again I view the world.
Every body is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead I step into emptiness
barefoot, to feel the earth.
Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost
I move into sunlight.
poem by Satish Verma
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Literary Tongue
at first i like the hands
those huge hands to cover the whole of my cold body
and then i begin to like the fingers
those that crawl and make my body warm
those that fill the orifice of my emptiness
those that caress my hair
and travel from my nose to my mouth
to my neck to the last tip of my toes
and then i like the mouth too
with its tongue that speak about gentleness
and make me a little bit heated
and brave
and then i am finally stuck with the tongue
the surrogate part of of them all
it speaks
it licks
it travels from the tip of my hair to the tip of my toe
and then it stops
hides inside the walls of my teeth and gums
and stay in the house of my mouth
it also knows
when to stop and just be alone and silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crystal Ball
Written by tommy shaw
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
I used to like to walk the straight and narrow line
I used to think that everything was fine
Sometimes Id like to sit and gaze for days through sleepless dreams
All alone and trapped in time
All alone and trapped in time
I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me
Or am I even in its mind at all
Perhaps Ill get a chance to look ahead and see
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Tell me, tell me where Im going
I dont know where Ive been
Tell me, tell me, wont you tell me
And then tell me again
My heart is breaking, my bodys aching
And I dont know where to go
Tell me, tell me, wont you tell me
Ive just got to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things Ive got to know
Crystal ball
[extra verse used occasionally live]
If you should see me walking
Through your dreams at night
Would you please direct me
Where I ought to be
Ive been looking for a crystal ball
To shed the light
To find a future in me...
To find a future in me...
Crystal ball
Theres so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things Ive got to know
Crystal ball
song performed by by Styx
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Death of the undertaker
Darkness prevail as the wolf in the yonder it wails,
the loss of a soul to those alive unknown,
his tools locked back in the shed no one around for tears to shed,
the big guy with his big face be fell,
there is no one to take his reins,
what he gave and what he ment no one took time to take details,
the grounds he ones strolled and to some it seemed his home,
there emptiness will be known to all living and dead souls,
death of the undertaker whose gonna set his tombstone,
the mood seems dull the moon is shy to the sun,
the loss of this big man who never sired a son,
he never had time to have life he lived his life for those who lost theirs,
the grave aint dug the ground still untouched,
it takes his loss of breathe for us to learn,
the death of the undertaker whose gonna set his tombstone,
all that knew him more are six feet under,
all the living beings stand on ground and just wonder,
it takes a strong man alot of love and honour,
to be like this one who is dead and put asunder,
the living will get to know the dead man was important to us all,
for its death of the undertaker whose gonna put up his tomb stone,
poem by Kennedy Musyoka
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A Moment In A Million Years
Music : klaus meine
Lyrics: klaus meine
The lights are slowly fading down
Theres no one else, just you and me
Nothing ever changed
I see your faces in the crowd
It seems I know each one of you
For all my life
I wish this night could last forever
But its time to go
I saw you laugh, I saw you cry
All for one and one for all
Nothing ever changed
The way you sang just blew my mind
It gave me chills from head to toe
What a glorious night
To me it could have lasted forever
But its time to go
A moment in a million years
Is all Ive got for you
A moment in a million years
To make some dreams come true
A moment that I wont forget
Until the day I die
A moment in a million years
Called life
The bus is waiting right outside
To hit the road and once again
I leave you all behind
I chase another dream tonight
And by the time youll be home
Ill be far away
Nothing seems to last forever
Its time to go
A moment in a million years
Is all Ive got for you
A moment in a million years
To make some dreams come true
A moment that I wont forget
Until the day I die
A moment in a million years
Called life
song performed by by Scorpions
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When Memories End
I stared down at the body in the casket.
Small, broken: her body like my soul.
Everyone bent to kiss her head;
I did not. I did not want Death
to be passed on to me. I did not want
to be ended. I had had no time.
Time to express each and every idea.
What they meant to me.
My memories and why I stored them.
Time to learn others' ideas
and morph and shape them
until I could finally understand.
My heart raced against itself
in a race with no winner.
My breath came out in sputters and tears
flooded the casket before me.
WHAT IF I WOULDN'T HAVE TIME...
And I kissed her forehead.
Her ideas were no longer in use,
her memories erased from the Book
of Time, never to be retrieved.
I respected the loss.
My loss.
Her loss.
The world's loss.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Elderado Overture
The dreamer, the unwoken fool,
In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow.
The love of ages fills the head.
The days that linger there in prey of
emptiness, of burned out dreams.
The minutes calling through the
years.
The universal dreamer rises up above
his earthly burden.
Journey to the dead of night.
High on a hill in Eldorado
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Eldorado Overture
The dreamer, the unworken fool,
In dreams, no pain will kiss the brow.
The love of ages fills the head.
The days that linger there in prey of emptiness,
Of burned out dreams.
The minutes calling through the years.
The universal dreamer rises up above his earthly burden.
Journey to the dead of night.
High on a hill in eldorado
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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