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How Lovely Is The Dark Tonight

The strident lights of the night
Watched the uneventful soliloquy
With pensive restriction from
Trying not to careen to deeply
Because these sly sentries hide
Its surreptitious espionage from us
But if you will stare back at the nacreous
And beguiling eyes of the vesper
You will find how immense it grew
From the feeding with jealous visions

The undulating air rolled soundly
Rising like a leaded tongue
And spitting blue ether and red water
And ironic palettes and metallic letters
That spoke of many unspoken secrets -
Trivialities that destructs the fantasy,
The misbegotten innocence and
Enraptures a wrathful malcontent
Drowning in an electric fire

The tactlessly swept stars pointed
The voices bouncing the haggled earth
And the enigma shrouding the ostentation
Of the darkness sways like a pendulum
Enthralling you to its drowsy spell
Because the night had many niceties
Sly as the hands veiled behind
Her darkest tresses but if you comb
And commiserate with her cries
You will fall in love with her quintessence:
A riddle I cannot fathom
Spiced by her jovial invitation
And her masquerading misery.

poem by Norman Santos
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Star's Destiny

Star's Destiny

Misty night black white cats outside
Hazy on a dead chimney
Dead stove only smokes rising
Hazy singing stars songs
His eyes snowing
Bright small beautiful I am
All wants be like me
Alone alone only darkness inside
Far far from all
Lights only at night
Comes as dreams
Never ever at day
Because love works
In dreams and night's silence
Morning to see
But not stars
Anyhow stars fall in love
With Earth
Whatever the destiny be

poem by Parwin Jadan
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Against The Siren's Song

The lovely blarney riding the undulating back
Of the feral tide was a euphonious provocation
But the sea is conquered by immense tails
That once sculled the waves to sail with me
But what my legs cannot kick in the water
Devoured the zithering call, and I pondered
For the hidden coves and glassy reefs
Why the harpist played this alluring lullaby -
Is this an invitation to a truant home,
An unstable current where I'll die alone?
Or was it the enthralling spell that sent
Many a seafarer into the salient sea boulders?
And down they sank into thousand fathoms
Into a place far enough to forget the sirens
And the delectable enchantment of their serenade.

poem by Norman Santos
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Treading The Choreography Of The Water

Underneath the cessation of the strident choreography
Of the waters that we treaded - now flat and asleep -
We harked the last note of the sparrow's garrulous song
And the initiation of the soughing of the swarthy leaves
That resembled the stropping of the daunted tongue
That we kept like keys to our clandestine doors
And unsheathed like knives that rose with alacrity
We mused and basked in this decade of vexing silence
Listening to the same stillness and interpolating architectures
But solving different equations with different visions
And as we speak through the grinding pebbles under our feet
We only harry the penultimate flare of the apprehensive dusk
So we can succumb into our individual darkness,
So we can bleed and revel in different places;
Because we can only be faithful with our infidelities
And this savageness that we deny and slept with
Burns out the hapless and sedentary peace that remained.

The clarity that scintillates with the luminaries
Are sundered preventing the eruption of the radiance
That will sharply speak of the ugly truth and madly strip
The sedative rivers of anguish in the forced scars
Because we had prayed for the dark to mantle
Our faces that had already watched the final march
And heard the swansong of the trumpets that are
Still to be commanded by the ashen and bony moon
Soused in the inebriating taste of the waters we treaded.

The dark found its fiendish repose and prowled
Like a panther lurking behind the veiling malignance
Of our self-incarceration and self-love, rivaling
The thwarting chances roaming this evil world
And unleashing the apologetic grips of the manacles
That shudders in our wrists like promises, thus
We decay bloating in this feral growth of self-sympathy
Forgetting and unlearning the water's choreography
And little did we know: we toppled to the unbeknownst

The dark vesper was a munificent curtain
Shrouding our ravenous differences
That spliced a vale in our juxtaposition
Because this ignorance and complacence
Deems itself an auspicious proposition
When you pointed an enraptured saber
To a motionless archenemy beside you
To exonerate a third warfare and the vale
Deluged with a war cry - a cry that spoke of
The night losing his nacreous moon amidst
The plethora of flitting stars and songs,
A cry that broke the chains of innocence
And molted blindness that rampaged in a wrath,
A cry that plead to go back in the capitulating circles
Of loneliness in togetherness; and it submerged
With tired saline water and haughty zephyrs
Until the recuperation of wounds steeled
With our adamant convicted obstinacies

The water tension drooped with our altered weight
And as our souls assailed into foreign places separately
This infinite nights' prolonged suffering can only endeavor
To keep our bodies together - forked by the same sword

Across the sea, the mountain pass, the prairie
You will hear the sirens beckon to you to drown
And I hope that you will find me hiding
In the smattering and the echoing suppurations -
A haunting memory, an evocative loss, or
Not remember my songs at all.

poem by Norman Santos
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Day and Night

Bright shield, blue sky
conceals the broad universe
with brilliant ruse of
solitude.

Jealous sun
brooking no lesser lights,
tells us
that we’re all alone.

Up to the sun
you may cast your gaze,
but hide your eyes
with fingers splayed
or dazzling day
to inner darkness will fade.

But as the tyrant sun declines
look up again, and you will find
how luminescent night
strips blue day’s
bright lie of “same”

and dagger stars
pierce
the milky silk
of outer-space.

poem by Steven Federle
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The Sky

I look at the sky,
To daydream about us,
Your eyes looking at me from above,
The stars are bright like a light,
Your eyes are holding up the sky,
At night I think of you,
Sometimes I wonder where I want to go in life,
But I know that you love me,
I thought that I would be broken hearted forever,
But I know that you are the one that makes me smile,
As I glare and stare into the sky I wonder what are you thinking,
Sometimes I wonder how the sky is pretty and blue,
At night I make a wish,
Just one wish to be with you,
The sky might fall,
But I hope you are there to hold me,
When I fall I hope you’ll be there to catch me,
The sky is pretty when its at night when you just stare and hope to get a kiss under the stars.

poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Trampled Butterfly

You danced around the corolla
trampling universes vertiginously
like a butterfly perched on a flower,
a cold dew undulating in its sleep

Colours spilled from your back
sprawled from the weariness
soused in your saccharine sweat
the treacle of your quiescence
pervasively enticing, pirouetting
upon the dread of my stoic yearning

You sleep with heavy breaths
your body rising and falling
the cadence of your sighs
masquerading your half-open eyes

Your lovely bones shifting lambently
underneath the crimson flesh
beckoning a subtle invitation
to eviscerate in purged lust

I watched you, gazed at your infinity
your peace and risqué symmetry,
your gentle iridescence undiscovered
from your inundating inertness

I waited for you to shatter
the shrouding of your chrysalis
and as you lift your eyelids
your yawn will fill the crevasses
of my derided reality and
vividly deluded saturnalias

poem by Norman Santos
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The Moonless Timelessness Of Yalda

The rustles of the rainy dawn frightens the bowing trees
And the stammering lances shear the curtains of somnolence
The sun was ousted from the smeared clouds along with all
The morning songs of the canaries and the gaunt earth regressed
Underneath the mellifluous whispers of the smoky blanket

The devious swaying of the pendulum staggered for symmetry
With its wavering subdued and unnoticed, it found its poise
In a vertical divide it lay asleep, and time was suddenly mine
A riddle hoisted in a queen's repose at the notch of my head
Pulling strings and knotting gnarled quiescence, of suddenly
The time I owned owned me in her nonexistence, and the equinox
Remained elusive to the treacherous moonless and pouring sky

Its enthralling spell beckoned a metallic silence and the absence
Of the thousand points that drifts to collect the quintessence
Of this perforated globe, and with all these reasons and unreasoning
Sank into the pits of evanescence; I came to face a different face of the day -
An endless night devoid of time, wearing a filigree of arctic sighs - a yalda

These masquerading days and empty nights fled through the sly gutters
Of girdling eclipses; a timeline of dark lattices and abysmal musing
I stared into the contumely moue of the gray sky as it obliviously poured
Its frosty mourn in a blighted land of intertwining dusks and dawns
And from this tête-à-tête to the abeyance of light I learned a subtle pain,
A forlorn despondence that will not be mended by a valiant or broken heart
Because this groveling pride of moonlessnes is a fix - a sense of sensibility
Because I have learned the pedagogy of a bony moon's waning,
A starlights oscillating sparks and a two-faced sky's haughty shifting;
But I have never learned to molt with time and this agelessness
Had crippled my veins in a squalid wisdom for beauty and I'm growing tired:
Too tired to wish for the moon to rise from the frothing waves,
Too tired to repair the spigot of heavens that never err to sojourn;
Too tired to rival the inner darkness of this timelessness.

In this godly palm of darkness I lay alone but festooned
By the myriad gregarious transitions of interpolating voices -
Voices hauled from the vile blackness of the oceanic past
Telling me that you are still warm and alive in a transatlantic path
That crosses this land every once in a while in a guise
That shall beckon how you came and left - an arid cold pang
That crawled the dermis of life like an invitation to death;
Saddled in every whim of the reedy air, falling with every weeping drizzle,
A company to the misery lurking in the ubiquitous blindness
That this season of howling wolves and hooting owls,
Of brawling terrors basking in the foliage of cobwebs
Spewed in the intoxicating smoke of this yalda.

poem by Norman Santos
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The Human Spirit

Oh brightest of the brightest stars
You shine out greatly in the darkest night
And all around the darkness falls
Yet you do not, you stand and fight

Time and again, wave after wave
The darkness assaults your soul
Threatening to smash to a thousand pieces
Yet you still stand tall and whole

Relentlessly the scorching fire rains down
And you are battered from every side
Weaker now, to your knees you fall
Desperately seeking for a place to hide

For one who once stood tall and strong
Now forsaken and lost and no more fight
Surrounded by darkness on every side
You must now flee into the darkest night

poem by Frank McEleny
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When You Resigned To Sleep

The canopies of your eyes fluttered
like curtains from your windows
as you watched the stars dripped
into a paler rhythm of fandango
with sweet waves of riddance
to the gentle mirth of your goodnight

They tarried on their way
like tears refusing to fall
but they cannot suspend the transience
riveted in your jet black eyes
and the ephemeral caprice it beholds

You watched them as they are -
inexorably felled scintillating stars
and the pain belying their crowns
charred their endeavors, marred their hopes
from your unrequited remorse

Do you repulse the black holes
that siphoned their gravity?
Do you wonder where they roam
when they wander from your galaxies?

These danseuse chandelier tinkering
their insides to inveigle a trifle
of your attention and attraction
ponder for you vaporous musing
that absently asphyxiates the air

Whilst I watched you from your window,
your bony penetralium and your
bereaved lambent smile masquerading
like the tersely open moon tonight

The maps in the palm of your hands
and your labyrinthine gaze,
I wonder if they remember,
I wonder if they feel the same

I wonder at your pensive shudders;
if you are still skeptic and afraid
or had your gargoyle flesh grew excited
for the patina of hope and verve

Perhaps you have meander too far,
in false-exactitudes of altitudes
with the strong wind under your wings,
that I needed to watch you from here

Obviously and regardless,
I still wonder and malinger
to the night when you resigned
into your forgetful sleep

My pensive friend, if you shall dream again
I shall be watching you from here
until the waters lambaste to restore
the frail bridges of our incarcerations

poem by Norman Santos
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The Wind in the Hemlock

Steely stars and moon of brass,
How mockingly you watch me pass!
You know as well as I how soon
I shall be blind to stars and moon,
Deaf to the wind in the hemlock tree,
Dumb when the brown earth weighs on me.

With envious dark rage I bear,
Stars, your cold complacent stare;
Heart-broken in my hate look up,
Moon, at your clear immortal cup,
Changing to gold from dusky red --
Age after age when I am dead
To be filled up with light, and then
Emptied, to be refilled again.

What has man done that only he
Is slave to death -- so brutally
Beaten back into the earth
Impatient for him since his birth?

Oh let me shut my eyes, close out
The sight of stars and earth and be
Sheltered a minute by this tree.
Hemlock, through your fragrant boughs
There moves no anger and no doubt,
No envy of immortal things.
The night-wind murmurs of the sea
With veiled music ceaselessly,
That to my shaken spirit sings.
From their frail nest the robins rouse,
In your pungent darkness stirred,
Twittering a low drowsy word --
And me you shelter, even me.
In your quietness you house
The wind, the woman and the bird.
You speak to me and I have heard:

"If I am peaceful, I shall see
Beauty's face continually;
Feeding on her wine and bread
I shall be wholly comforted,
For she can make one day for me
Rich as my lost eternity."

poem by Sara Teasdale
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Women

The night was gravid with many secrets
And as the fecundated moon probed
Through the lattices of the branches
The giddy wind shook her lovely boughs
And the sinful fruits fell into the ground
Rapidly blossoming to become the garden
Of a woman's clandestine volitions

And women, I spoke of you:

Like a fell star, a woman can make you wish
Or make you hope and believe in promises
Without constitutions, with empty bliss
A woman will glamor and capture you
With her eloquent and elusive wisps

Like a defenseless bird, she would beat her wings
To scull her own wind and you will plead
To be her zephyr and in her slavery
You shall be ferried to a new firmament
Lamented by her flightless incarceration

Like the enigma of flowers, she exhibits her petals
Like bloomed parasols and her wandering pollens
Will smear your face with the taste of nectar
And saccharine pleasures eluding the sight
Of her perfidiously brambly thorns

The willowy night gave birth to women
In her wintery boudoir and multitude of palettes
And nurtured her antipathy and succinct savor
By giving men a sense of responsibility
To warden a woman's querulous misery
And in the vesper's open palms
We perched like contingent butterflies

So women, I speak to you:

Like a fell star, unfurl your scintillated feet
That made you traverse the misconstrued circles
Where I espied your graceful oscillation
Masquerading your inebriated staggering
Falling like a cold tear in an empty sky

Like a flightless peacock, boast with your plumes
And sing your fluently woven songs
But in the night, smear the rouge in abolition
And let me cater to your attrition,
Weave your nest and be your protection

Like the flowers of vicissitude, inveigle the astray
With your redolent entity and corolla of petals
Like a tiara or a filigree, and wither not
When the rain tarnished for the sunny skies
Reveal your thorns so I can succumb to your enigma.

poem by Norman Santos
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Because The Real Love Never Dies

Because the real love never dies.
I still in love with your eyes
Because nothing can ban even hide
The shining sun above at the sky
Because your love still survives
Here in mY heart
My glances can not hide your love
Because of you my sky
is full of bright stars
Like your eyes
You're my eyes
Even at my darkest night
I can feel you near
Live you are still here
Your voice I still can hear
My dear
Because of that my love
I never sleep at the nights
I climb to touch the sky
I chase the shining stars
I kiss them one by one
Because they every night
Take me to your eyes
I pour them on my heart
To count and touch and admire
I put them back to sky
When the sky begins to get mad
Than I return back home and i try
To figure out your charming eyes
i enter with them to magic worlds
Ah my love
My inspiration
Because the real love never dies..
Still im in love with your eyes.

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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One More Tomorrow

Im lying here, I know the night must fall
The edge of darkness is so near
So hold back the night, hold back the night
Its the darkness that I fear
And in my heart theres not a shadow of a doubt
The final truth waits there fore me
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
From the memories
Chorus
Give me one more tomorrow
All these todays alone
Mean nothing anymore
Give me one more tomorrow
Another chance to find
What Ive been searching for
Inner voices in the quiet of the night
Angry silence calls to me
Theres no time for tears, no time for tears
Find a way to break free
Chorus
Im praying for a little piece of heaven tonight
Im searching for some help from a friend
And all I need is a miracle
To help me through this night that never ends, it never ends
Chorus twice

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Ironic Life

How Ironic life is...
I smile- but the madness of a dying soul was written on my face.
I laugh- but serene sadness was painted on my eyes.
I talk and talk but hide the secrets
till i found myself in my own silence.
Silence is pure, but silence poisons the soul.
See me now broken as you made me whole before.

How ironic love is...
I drank the cup of Love
though i know it is poisonous.
Now i lost the man i loved the most.
And our story is lost in silence,
lost with the wind.
I cant remember how happy i had been.

How ironic love is...
he who survives me, snared my soul;
with a snare which bled me to death.
There is something about death like love itself.
Now i see myself as a lifeless soul;
like a broken-winged eagle facing his fall.

How ironic life is...
it started as fire,
till the fire is nothing but a light.
It takes life to understand this ironic life!

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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The Whisper

Cries from the aisles
The tolling of the judgement bell
Eyes watched the violence
The absence of those who have
Seen, marks the faith of the spell
Cold is the viper
Stalking the night for the heat
It must find
Time is the promise
Delivered with stunning consistency
Line after line, time after time
The innocent victim awaits...
Please take my hand
Dont be afraid
I am your master
You are my slave
Voices are calling me back
Back to the day
Footsteps had followed
Me faster... listen
Screams from a new love
The passion was burning, it singed in a stare
Free under the night sun
The fear of the hunger
Will always be there in my mind
Time after time the morning
Will close a new page
Please take my hand
Dont be afraid
I am your master
You are my slave
Follow the impulse you have
Ill show you the way
Forget what youve learned in the past now
Listen and...

song performed by by Queensryche
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Whispers From Other Sky

Cries the night in silence
Covers up the starshine
By the tears of darkness
Cries the night!
Cries the night unaware
Words of pain
Whispers of harassing
Cries the night!
Fade away the rashness
Fall down the mercy plea
With the last shadow
On the earth!
Dying eyes...beholding!
Dying ears...hearing!
Feeling from the other
Other sky!
Whispers from the other sky!!!
Whispers from the other sky!!!
Other sky unknowing
Oh!
Beyond the end
Kingdom of the other
Viskningar!

song performed by by Undercroft
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Stars

Stars, the eyes of the world
- A million love stories could tell.
Sweetest songs fall under their spell
And along with blue moon
Ring the softest bell.
Shooting stars
Gunned me down
Yet i fell without a sound
Your passion was so profound.
This aurora
From Interflora
I sent you in my dreams
As i watched in silver streams
Our starlight slipping away.
Stars, our memories collected in jars
That we keep for a rainy day,
To spread over our dismay
To hide our battle scars
- We ride the milky way.
Stars, your eyes stole diamonds bright
Took them from spectral night
To set my frozen heart alight.
Now reflecting strokes
Of pale blue light
On my canvas of pain
Where mute moon
Still calls us to meet again.
As eternity waits at rusty gates
For us to fade to grey
Our supernova was never over
As stars kissed our heaven today.

poem by Kevin East
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Closer To Heaven

(lead vocal - eric woolfson)
Rising and falling lighter than air
Silently calling no one is there
Oh, bird that is flying so high and so free
Closer to heaven than you and me
Voices of strangers keep me from sleep
Guardian angels watch over the deep
A ship that is sailing way out to the sea
Closer to heaven than you and me
Visions of rain fall out of blue skies
Rivers of tears fall out of dry eyes
Answer my question tell me no lies
Is this the real world or a fools paradise?
Wind that is blowing so wild and so free
Closer to heaven than you and me
Closer to heaven longing to be
Closer to heaven than you and me
Visions of rain fall out of blue skies
Rivers of tears fall out of dry eyes
Answer my question tell me no lies
Is this the real world or a fools paradise?
Love that lies sleeping wakes in the night
Secrets for keeping that wont see the light
I look to the future and I hope it will be
Closer to heaven than you and me
Closer to heaven longing to be
Closer to heaven than you and me

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Starshine-843748

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starshine light my way into distant lands far and wide starshine light my path the darkest darkness of the blackest night starshine lead me not astray starshine guide me to wonderous places amaze me forever more starshine of greatness goodness starshine of wonder starshine lead me off the broken path of lost loneliness starshine when all other lights fade from existence starshine be the only light that lights my way tonight thru these dark places of misery and sorrow eternal more starshine of the darkest night today tommorow and everyother night sparkle and shine starlight glitter always and forvermore for each and everyother night ill pray to the stars tonight

poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Dying Stars

Ans so we lay there, under the dark sky, waiting
for the Sun to wake up the world. We were drifting
apart, but we still held hands and I watched the stars die
as you watched the Sun being born. And no one spoke.
You had so many things to say to make everything better,
but I just wanted you to leave and forget about everything.
Life would go on, and we could go on,
for I could not keep pretending to miss you
when you were gone and love you when you were around.

When all the stars were gone, so were you,
but I stayed and stared at the sky. It was blue now;
an even, perfect blue with a blotch of bright yellow.
I smiled up at that sky, and it seemed to smile back.

poem by Zoe Guillory
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