He and She
At this night where the year leaps and delves
A superfluous hurdle it was for He and She
As they lay in the bed of grass endlessly
Brushed by different weathers,
Of different shades, even different skies
Weaving a supple ball of yarn
From photographs and tumbled words
Embedded among the lurid constellation of stars
He, a penetrable glass resonating
The howling shrills of the wrinkling
Of the looming pillars when they trample,
Soused his head in a delusion-soiree
Ashen as the moon's tawny smears
Hidden in its harlequin beam
Similar to the one he enamels
The sooty façade of his fathoms
He, had wandered haplessly astray
In a highway succumb by oblivion
A lost patio underneath a gnarled quay
Escaping through inebriated sunsets
And redeeming life stashed in a cigarette;
Built homes in the earth's bone
Hidden in the succulent flesh
Of grins and grimace
A sagacious espionage descrying
The faults that molted
A metamorphosed wry in the crust
Coalescing the rhythm of the dusts;
He, a foggy crystal goblet
An abstraction of sincerity
Laced into a fastidious life
And lynched into the wobbling past
Sat a lifetime in an adjudicated demise
She, a sprightly lass circumnavigating
The dull orb and assimilating
A sheen into the lackluster clinging
Like blood into lips, gossamer and dead,
It is a matter of perspective, her orbs said
And she spewed art and literature
With her palette, with her pen,
In the very skin of the thinning ice
And from the frosted dirge and tombs
The wraith of hope arise
She, a coral reef beneath a sea
A picture in slurring ambiguity
She lies in the frangible steadfast
Of the ocean floor, giving life for life
A vivid breath of violent verve
Fluttering with the garden in her skirt
A statuesque motion of frivolity
That shudders minimally
Of unspoken malaises and exequis
Incarcerating the lilt of iridescence
In the poignancy of her boudoir;
A wheelbarrow of surreal gaiety
Ambling stanchly upon the rocky
And winding road
He and She,
That febrile night of ice,
Pulled strings amongst the hollow
Shrills of stars and disposed, momentarily,
The melody they zither in naked soliloquy
Where the shadows are deafened
By the garish rays of an spectator:
A vying paramour, a burning ardor
And pummeled the clouds to find
A blackhole to reside
He and She,
Lay there beating endlessly
The currents creating the distance
And forgetting how the expanse
Had ignited the flame
That now prances even brighter
For fear is the heart of love
He and She,
Muses upon different horizons
But sees the same taut liaison
Overshadowed by the clouds
That wanders to delude
The impassable enthralls of the moon
Squandering it to the faceless vale
Devouring evanescent tales
But He and She
Shall pour more seas
As they lay on their own hills
Parceled by a parsimony
Until an ocean compensates
Their gravid buoyancy
Closer than the thighs could get
Deeper than the sun's reach
Through and through
He and She
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To Live and Not To Breathe
Five arms snooping coyly
At the persiennes of the equipoise
Of the red dying night and vim of dawn
Rapping the emollient shuddering
So everything paces with synergy
And in these times I am most alive
Inside the cloys of avarice and pride
Growing more eyes and superfluous hands
And my tentacles would permit me
To wander far off, maybe too far
That I reach the enemy lines
Ticking the mines, fulminating the wiles
And the expulsion of solitude
Malingers with the billowing dusts
In the silence of the hiatus
I have been to different abodes
Of auspicious filth dangling the throat;
Families masticating endearment
And thawing faces of loathe,
Lovers quaffing the treacle poison
In the most perfidious shape of words,
Friends plucking out the petals
And shredding the virulent thorns
Of vying to fit in the swirls of the vertigo
Severing honesty from its feral veraciousness
Tangling webs into the shrilling fault of stars
The wanton susurrations inveigles
A carnal strip show in blood bath;
Everyone skewing in the rift
Of astray algebraic fractions
That defines the world's utopic vision
And the paroxysm of the paradox
Disposes oxymoronic metaphors
Of becoming most alive in a submission
I am most alive, musing upon the damp soil
Where the dead lingers casted in the tombs
Of lack of quintessence, the decadence
Is putrefying from inside their bones
Four legs crawled like a centipede
And the thighs wearily pummeled
The verve spiraling in the hex
Of the moon's ostentatious smiles
Beaming in all hidden places
As the odorless town shuffled
And unfettered howls staggered
From precipitating in the rubble
Of a marionette's muffled jeremiad
They resume their deep slumber
They are dead from the very core
And I am most alive, ensconced in solitude
In these times, where I skate my legs
Atrophied from the impassable conquest
Of finding the buried sand castles
In the pores of the dermal scales,
I find myself breathing in to rupture
The inert stance of the rib cage
Incarcerating the daunted veracity
Of a soul, a body, and the malady
Of the vessels abundance in poverty
Ignorance shall save me
As everyone pretends to be fated
And as everyone fated to pretend
Fitting in the heraldry of stars
Or the garden of plucked tulips
Speaking only of foreign tongues
The accordance of the guzzled fangs
Three eyes crossed the pathos,
Two stones hit the head
One dying breath
I woke soused in sweat
Bleeding mediocrity in red
The shallow breaths haunt in echoes
The entire endeavor to become human
Is an aubade without a paramour
A mechanical breathing without verve.
poem by Norman Santos
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My Love Is
My Love Is
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Saturday, September 24,2011 @ 1: 19 PM
You plus me equals we
One love, one heart, one destiny
Together we have become one soul
I shall stay with you until the sunsets no more
We shall be together until eternity passes away
Until the sun no longer shines in the sky nor the moon by night,
Until the stars in the sky grows dim and no longer shine,
I shall love you till then and there after till the end of time
My love is deeper the any ocean
My love is pure and only for you I breathe
Without you my life would be meaningless
My love reaches to the highest of the universe
It is deeper than any ocean
It is wider than any sea
You make everything in my life beautiful
The moments we share are magical
Your simple touch sends shivers down my spine
Your lips are sweeter than cherry wine
Your eyes make me drift into paradise
The warmth of your body keeps me yearning
I was made for you and you for me
A single day without you is like a day without sunshine
You chase all the clouds away
It’s because of you why the oceans are blue
I love you for these reasons and so many, many more
My life, my partner, my breath, my love of a lifetime
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Evocative Wings
My words lay asleep
in the luminous quartz
with your phosphorescent
and pliant burl of chains
as I reckon your picaresque tales
and how it overlapped
my taut and tedious
windows and persiennes
and its ruminating
choreography
Because in these nights
when the wanton wind
fails to fan
the stars' white flame
I reckon how
our immense skies
wore different shades
And the countless miles
surrounding us
even those etched inside
in our lost fathoms
never failed
to break us asunder
in gentle goodnights
If I can only
plaster the winding roads
so I can at least
look back more carefully
but the lights blinded
my flustered eyes
and the maps
had already changed
along with all
the farce
shifting
How I loved you
in a spur of time
stronger than the waters
dividing the hills
or the blood
boiling beneath
Like birds
from the same nest
our evocative wings
and different plumes
were separated by
different climates
Reckoned by your moony eyes
and supple serenades
I broke into a smile -
a wry dancing in dementia
I hope for hope
for your steadfast gamble
against the ephemeral girdle
and though -
like these maps
and memories
we have waned
To me,
in this instilled soliloquy
I find you
perfunctorily
infinite.
poem by Norman Santos
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Into Your Harried Night I Break In Silence
The cicadas beat their metallic wings to compensate
the vehicles lying asleep in the oil-black road
without a trifle of noise - away with the moon
in a peripatetic espionage for the myriad
of faults swimming through the abysmal horizon
and here, in the glacial nooks of darkness, I trample
to a wistful invitation - to pain and its bride
unveiled from the lustrous gilt and the castigations
unraveled from the knotted tapestry its frangible
and haplessly finagling heart - still and alone tonight
This silence sojourned to listen to you
as your world subsides with all the aeons
slithering into me with an impertinent pang
and I break for you, like a lifeless eye upfront
a motionless gloaming succumbing to its demise
And to break for you - your tides beating the shore
and the praying boulders on its shoulder, is all I can do
after ousting my sparrow-breaths on your mornings
or my tacit poems docked on your cigarette smoke,
I do not intend to come back like a smothering whiff
in the midst of your sudden toppling and heaving
I break upon you, like a fist hurled at the sky
though I would never shatter the fastidious heavens
and though your hills loomed with secret legends,
but in my slivering, asunder from yours, I fold
like a sibilant knife dreading the patina of blood
I hope for your vitriol to whet itself as it rolled
upon the seething lions under the flames
What a farcical charade has this life become
that I can only exhibit the shadows of our dusk
and its acquiescent pedagogy, for tonight, you break
like how my world of stones and graves began
The art of war is etched in your palms and maps
Come back to your open window and lighted lamp
when the night hearkens your lacerating cries
stronger than the infernal demise that you will break
in the larceny of sounds in this transatlantic night
poem by Norman Santos
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From The Distance (Of Life and Death)
The ghastly mantling fog
That had spun out my eyes
Adamantine and brazenly cold
Is your very breath slicing
A wanton shrill in the supple skin
Like how those words flung
Into the impassable distance
Toppling the dearth expanse
Of time strutting down her golden stair
Those words are the spine
Of the hundred tacitly inscribed
Poetries in blood and smothered breaths
Along with the thousand winding days
Plummeting into the abysmal trench
In constant winnows of your redolent
Balmy zithers of the morning sun
As I speak of these words, I entangle
Myself in the wisps of your tresses
And gape in the crevasses
Of your hostile sweetness
From the distance eloquently stretched
In life and death in ethereal phases;
In the verdure of treacherous subtleties,
In absence and in the deficient existence,
You bore me life from subsisting
The gorging plenitude of puissant deaths
I swallowed you and your piercing shafts
Had scraped my insides and you have
Melted into my very blood, life and death;
You were my life and death
The gods had left me to bled
For your wanderlusting immolation
So you went far-off, father than
The subways of oblivion
Down into the pits of lies
And you have reaped your wings
Whet your prongs and sealed
The gridlock enthralls beneath
The earth that cradles your remnants
I will crush my ears to the mud
For the petrichor slathers
The entity of your particulars,
To seize your lies and inject
A deluge of life and death
Constantly, in dithers
Longer than your memories
And preempted blarneys
Blind as the serrated stars
I shall efface your calls
To cross the line and free fall
Again into your eternal ditch
And keep myself between
The inertia of life and death
Regardless, you were
The two opposing columns
No longer
poem by Norman Santos
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Underneath The Sycamore
The glacial mist shrouding the eve
Cradles the redolence of your reveries
Prematurely ripen from a hungry vie
To keep time at bay and life a chance
In your statuesque grace blooms
A dream in the day, a comfort to lay
And we were so close in a distant way
But for the jeopardy of truth and cliché
This transatlanticism is for your decay
Every now and then as time tramples
When cicatrix sighs and sunlight halts
I get so alone, flat and hollow,
Despite of the truancies, I'm still amidst
The enthralls of the moon's harlequinade
And its servile and vivid orbs at cay
I would be lured to saunter back
Our winding roads and jagged paths
And halt beneath the sycamore
Where we met clad with liminalities
And donned by the amities
That afflicts in a trifling volley,
Then I have neglected to see
The malignance of your entanglement
In the cobwebbed branches
With all the sojourned predicaments
You were a craftsman unconsciously
Look at what you have had on me
In its shade, there is company
Distracting me from the mendacity
Of the moon's phosphorescent bloom
And sating my voraciousness eagerly
With double-edged memories
In the lovely silver boughs are the blossoms
Photographs painted in crimson and purple hues
With farcical smiles verily enraptured
Now pierce in an esoteric puncture
With its thorns concealed in comely sedation—
Cancer strikes like a serpent without a hiss
A blitzkrieg of another death's kiss;
And the epistles and riddling tales
Passed onto each other's escritoire
Linger here in the leaves rustling
With the secrets buried in the scripts
And the traces of evasive glacial rivulets
But then you have found the clandestine door
Clasped inside the hallowed burl
And key slumbering on the floor
And now you are one of them:
The susurrations underneath the sycamore
Here haunts the phantoms
Of silent weeps and mourns
For quibbling truths and so as for
The very core of apathetic walls
Inside, a ball where we only know
Where I believe, only we knew
Underneath the sycamore
A soul meets a soul, lost
But already on its way
Perhaps, towards oblivion
A demise for my heart of carrion
And yonder below croons a song
A pulsation, a compulsion
An eccentric taste for a reaction
Clinging onto earth with the roots
Of the young yet steadfast sycamore
Engraved with the phantasmagorias
And prayers never to be spoke of
To finally meet the consummate defeat
And bleed for the coup de grace
But in this beguilement I lose
Ad I am now again afloat
Underneath our sycamore.
poem by Norman Santos
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Celestial Warfare
The sun has fallen to rest,
And the moon shows up to play,
Clouds glaze the skies,
Racing with the arctic winds,
Attacking the lunar sphere,
Skies turn to black,
It seems the moon has died,
'What fallacy is this! ',
the Moon exclaims,
Reflected light piercing through the clouds,
'I will not leave this plane! '
Stars join in the brawl,
Flash of light radiates the earth,
a Star victim to the clouds.
Sun
The lantern of earth awakes,
Moon and Stars flee,
this Solar star perforates the Clouds,
Its sword a burning flame,
the Clouds counter with thickening,
the Sun struggles to maintain,
And unleashes its true prowess,
a Red Giant is formed,
the Clouds meet their demise,
the giant grasps them,
With its mighty flair,
Hungry for growth,
It turns on the moon,
David vs. Goliath,
Darkness falls upon our earth,
Cloudless skies raining Red,
the Moon has killed itself.
poem by Brandon Griffee
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If Not For You
Life has given us reminiscent skies:
Like wondrous golden evening sunsets
That kissed our daily tired burning eyes;
And the ocean below we’ll not forget
With its thundering, mysterious voice
Beckoning our return from whence we came.
We think of what will be and we rejoice
In knowing all the beauty still to claim.
And yet my love, while this for you I write
All I have witnessed in life’s great bounty
Would just be hidden shadows in the night
If not for you who shared these sights with me;
And all the stars that twinkle bright above
Give testament to your undying love
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Aurora Borealis
A crystallization of color spreads from the upper regions of the dark sky towards the trembling nipples of the waves. The feathering fringes of clouds fade behind pillars of green light. Transparent curtains tremble every-where. In the arctic temple, the hidden Samson of light shakes the moon-green pillars of the night.
Color these crystals with sudden blood; it is dawn, or else the last consumptive saliva of the dying day. Heartless hard light!
In the crisp light of the frozen tinkling stars, no waters flow. The ice-stars are icebergs in this black ocean. When the green glass cathedrals crash, the light and the pillars of light and the green pillars of moon-green crystallized light are reflected through space and finally settle like sharp blades above the trembling nipples of the waves.
Samson moves in the glass cathedrals. Samson and the bull and Samson and the sun and the sun is the bull and Samson is the sun and is the bull.
Let crackling twigs of green-white light weave fantastic tree-patterns on the mirror of the sea. Let the deceptive sky celebrate the fall of its ice-cathedrals and its icebergs and its ice-stars when darkness hardens the black waters into the sullen black ice-pack of night.
Red Samson the arctic red sun is moving in the groves of green pillars. There is the red tinge of consumptive blood flickering behind the moon-green glass pillars of light. Blood of red Samson, red blood of Samson, the red thief is sprinkling blood on the slanting pillars of the falling sanctuary of light that is doomed to succumb soon to the black ice-pack of night. Then there will be night and, suddenly thrust into dark night, the red sex of the Samson-sun must later rise out of eastern whiteness and destroy the night.
Then the pillars of the black shattered temple of night glow with a white light and a red light of consumptive blood, but again later comes night then again the same Samson as the temples crash each time when the red thief scatters blood on the pillars of the light or the pillars of the night. And the thief is Samson and the red sun is Samson and Samson is the thief and Samson is the sun.
poem by Edouard Roditi
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The Sun, The Moon And Stars
Ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-oh-ooh {2x}
It's late and i'm running out of clever things 2 say
The kind that will bring a girl like u 2 tears
There's only one more glass of this ros
Let's throw it on the fire with our past
And dance the night away until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
It's late and i think it's about time 4 u and me 2 get closer...
2 get closer than we ever did before (ooh)
Whenever there's a tide u can let it ride inside your interior
Lay back, relax upon my shore (ooh)
Ooh-ooh baby, i wanna make love 2 u right here
One inside the other one - no fear, we're here until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
Blow out this candle sunlight
And come lay down next 2 me
And paint another rainbow - ooh-wee (ooh-wee)
Eclipse this light with extasy
[...]
Come on, come on
Let's lay down
I'm walking out of what to say
That kind of lucky rhyme
Make a chippy wanna say:
whisper in the belly
2 me rocking ros?
Do u like i do
Come on and dance the night away
Let's lay before they get to close the door
U and me, we got 2 get down on the floor
Come on, let the tide ride in and off the shore
I wanna love u once again - and then some more
Lay your head back i got my hand behind your head
Like u do the limbo supple on the bouncy bed
Let's bouncing on the summer spring
And when u start 2 fall
U come like a cold winter due in montreal
(come on baby)
(the sun, the moon and stars) - hey-hey, hey-hey
(the tide ride) - hey-hey, hoo-hoo
(the tide ride - hou)
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
song performed by by Prince
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Your Hair
Your hair, a city of chestnut brown
With locks resilient like hands, steady ambidextrous hands
And the chamomile bliss and breeze in the land,
Subtly sit like an orphaned child
Your hair, and the enticing air
Twisted and curled, devoured by a cicada
With pointed antenna beaming forward
Quantum leaps and celestial bodies reunited
Your hair, of soft and cozy feel
Buried me underneath the aroma
Of coffee-laced and inebriated mornings,
In the strands of the rays of the Sun,
Hanging by a thread,
Dwindling by the street lamps that flicker -
Ensconced in the premise of the night
And the eyes resembling a masked crescent moon
Then it should appear to me,
Like a fire and a name emblazoned on pavements
Talking like puppets and mannequins
With shunned eyes and stationary stances
Your hair, not that I know of -
The surreal and bizarre complex
Of the strands and locks that entwine
With fate and time, leaving me dismantled
I feel naked underneath your hair,
And over your lips, your lips of iridescence
My soul, lit like fireworks in high spirits
My oh my, do I wish to be buried underneath your hair
If I couldn't see you, like time eschewing the breath
Of sunshine's mouth, and the prying moon
Then I shall think of your hair and not your feet
For it is in your hair, have I found divine solace
And when I run my hands and caress thy chestnut brown
Of a hair so delighted by the chandeliers and lamps,
I feel my soul runaway in the impasse, the opaque tunnel
Your hair not of the arbitrator, not the trivial, but the certain
Your hair of enthralling fragrance and glowing with poise
Like stellar eyes in the dead azure, not resurrected
I long for your hair, and for your soul, like water flowing endlessly
And perhaps my love for you, on a mountainside streaming like a river.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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A Dance For The Night Sky
Let's dance to this song
Just this once, we lose all bonds
Our bodies, cascading
We make the world our dance floor
To this final waltz, we sway like waves
Beneath the envious stars
Hearts bursting like fireworks on New Year's Eve
Every star, we claim as ours
We make our mark
Under the moon we dance
The only spark in the night
That could ever be brighter than the moonlight
I am the burning red, and you lush as gold
We illuminate the night's endless fold
A duet of colors, to light the desolate night sky
Brighter than the moon and stars, you and I
For just one night
Take my hand
My last chance
Lasts in this dance under the night sky
For I swear on my last breath
With you I'll make the moon and stars weep
As we dance the most beautiful waltz
The constellations will ever see
poem by Dan Debello
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New Life, New Love
The breezes blow on the river below,
And the fleecy clouds float high,
And I mark how the dark green gum trees match
The bright blue dome of the sky.
The rain has been, and the grass is green
Where the slopes were bare and brown,
And I see the things that I used to see
In the days ere my head went down.
I have found a light in my long dark night,
Brighter than stars or moon;
I have lost the fear of the sunset drear,
And the sadness of afternoon.
Here let us stand while I hold your hand,
Where the light’s on your golden head—
Oh! I feel the thrill that I used to feel
In the days ere my heart was dead.
The storm’s gone by, but my lips are dry
And the old wrong rankles yet—
Sweetheart or wife, I must take new life
From your red lips warm and wet!
So let it be, you may cling to me,
There is nothing on earth to dread,
For I’ll be the man that I used to be
In the days ere my heart was dead!
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Sun Moon & Stars
Ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-oh-ooh {2x}
Its late and Im running out of clever things 2 say
The kind that will bring a girl like u 2 tears
Theres only one more glass of this ros
Lets throw it on the fire with our past
And dance the night away until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
Its late and I think its about time 4 u and me 2 get closer...
2 get closer than we ever did before (ooh)
Whenever theres a tide u can let it ride inside your interior
Lay back, relax upon my shore (ooh)
Ooh-ooh baby, I wanna make love 2 u right here
One inside the other one - no fear, were here until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
Blow out this candle sunlight
And come lay down next 2 me
And paint another rainbow - ooh-wee (ooh-wee)
Eclipse this light with extasy
[...]
Come on, come on
Lets lay down
Im walking out of what to say
That kind of lucky rhyme
Make a chippy wanna say:
whisper in the belly
2 me rocking ros?
Do u like I do
Come on and dance the night away
Lets lay before they get to close the door
U and me, we got 2 get down on the floor
Come on, let the tide ride in and off the shore
I wanna love u once again - and then some more
Lay your head back I got my hand behind your head
Like u do the limbo supple on the bouncy bed
Lets bouncing on the summer spring
And when u start 2 fall
U come like a cold winter due in montreal
(come on baby)
(the sun, the moon and stars) - hey-hey, hey-hey
(the tide ride) - hey-hey, hoo-hoo
(the tide ride - hou)
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
song performed by by Prince
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Tails of Bliss
The truculent sensation of auspicious sedation in a puncturing thrill
Is as evasive as the clear vesper skies flooded with constellations
Bliss, I calculate like the fragment of aeons spewed by the clock
With hands dancing into the euphonious crooning of decadence;
Bliss, I forfeit to fringe you esoteric definition in a mooring point
But I wish to enter your anteroom and never leave, anchored in your skin,
And when I climb and crawl in the craters and crevasses you hollowed in
Your plasmatic visage my flimsy hands and mind still can never grasp
Who you are; Are you the same for everyone? How do I claim you
And fill the depression in your mattress? Or do you claim me and shatter
The impassable ashen moonbeam of my every night? If then, come, now.
In the awning of this protracted wondering nurtured by the city's malingering,
I wonder if I will ever touch you, the wisp of your tail that had grazed me once
The whiff that was not recounted by any noble man, the pleasure that had
Established a sagacious demand for cynicism's arduous flagrance,
In the patina of bleeding pain I tasted of your poison making me grovel
For the oblivious thrill, the ecstatic bereavement of feel, the orgasmic static in the ears,
In this world of blind alleys where death walks with garrulous snores of the shadows
I yearned for your faceless name, futilely aborting the lies riveted in hoping.
The harsh gale of levanter had whispered a clout in my ears; a clandestine item
A map to your lair, where you slumber coiled around your lustrous virgin hair
Your place, a castle within reach made of frangible bricks from the dim corners
Cobwebbed with fear and secluded thoughts, your nest is in my corpuscles
In its warmth and passionate hue, simply put into words of mirth
You are a lever ensconced in the ribs and only I can pull you out
To transpire personified, either in the illusion of altered perspectives
Or the hapless hummingbird-chance in erecting your lofty pillars
Into the damped soil where everything sank with the void and hollow
Yes, reality, the dour malady of having you unfold into the corporeal
Land of the breathing tombs is already a painted picture in abstraction
Bliss, have you visited the strangled heads dangling for your platform?
The lifeless eyes darting into the void horizon, grasping for air?
Your tail is a trail of streams that had ran in quest to find you
Or in the demise of finding your ephemeral plane, cold and ashamed
Are these streams lacerating the gulfs and barricades, cold and ashamed
I am for these streams that had engulfed your boiling core
Your tails, as elusive as the sating of questions, wounds and hunger
The yarns taut in the trample for every interior entropy
Bliss, your illusion was enough to keep me here
Wondering about the pristine pyre of Hades.
poem by Norman Santos
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Yours
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
Tender love's what you're giving me and
You surpass all my fantasies and
I keep thanking the Lord above for
Blessing me with oh so much
Cause I know how it feels to be
part of you boy
Everyday of my life's so abundant
With joy
And I honestly never thought love
could be real
until the angels guided you to me
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
Lying with you so natural
I never knew this was possible
And it finally feels like my life has begun
now that I can share it with someone
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
Baby our love will always persevere
Anything you ever need,
You know I'll be right here and
You don't have to worry boy
I won't betray your trust
Because I'm so much in love
Every time your lips meet mine
It still feels like the first time
And if you lost everything
I'd keep on standing by your side
And boy it seems like everyday
I fall deeper in love
Because I can't get enough
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
Yours
Yours
Yours
Yours
Everything that you do's so amazing
Everything that you do's so amazing
Everything that you do's so amazing
Everything that you do's so amazing to me
Boy
You brighten up the moon and stars at night
You keep me seeing rainbows in the sky
You bring new meaning to my life, now
I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours, yours
(Baby I believe in miracles because I'm baby I'm forever yours. I believe in miracles baby I'm forever yours)
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Sonnet: Our Life On Earth
The Moon is shining less brightly than 'fore,
And seems to fade behind thick clouds that sail;
Its dim outline too fades with time much more;
The ghost-like Moon appearing truly pale!
But not for long, the Moon is back whole-size;
The clouds that blocked its view have gone away;
The Moon is shining once again- so nice!
The night now looks as if it has turned day.
Our life on earth is like the Moon and Sun;
Its joys and sorrows wax and wane till death;
Sometimes, our life is full of vigour, fun,
To some like stars remain until last breath.
This is the way things happen on earth Man,
And changing them altogether, none can.
poem by John Celes
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Dom / Hollow
What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last night
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
(chorus) No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
(chorus) No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now (x 4 .. Low and Deep)
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
Mad
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
My best Friend
Whoa oh
Come back
He as hollow as I alone
song performed by by Pantera
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Introspection
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood, running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly moist and red.
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find?
Grief, grief,
Grief for the life unlived,
For the loves unloved,
For the child never to be born,
Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon
Rises over still summer seas, and the pain
Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go deeper
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Death, death,
Death tht lets all go by,
Lets the blood flow from the wound,
Lets the night pass,
Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad sense
Endures no extremities,
Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest
Knowledge of all you will ever unfold
In this body of earth.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Here Comes The Moon
Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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