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Mote

Precipitating into the dust
Wind tussling in a thrust
Riveted amidst a city
With no eyes for sympathy
Tossed in an endless brunt
All too tired for this bunt
Serendipity is uninvited
To the heart of the blighted

Caught in the streak of tangerine
An afternoon for the pristine
Where do I resign?
In the absence of all benign?
When cinders depart the fire
When dust seizes to fly
What utopia do they find?
The good riddance for the blind?

poem by Norman Santos
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Dust In The Wind

Music : Kerry Livgren
Lyrics: Kerry Livgren
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now, Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

song performed by by Scorpions
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dust In The Wind

I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Flash before my eyes of curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song
Just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do
Crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Now
Don't hang on
Nothing lasts forever but the Earth and Sky
It slips away
And all your money won't another minute buy
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
Everything is dust in the wind

song performed by by Kansas
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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From Dust To Dust

This body will perish must
From air to air, from dust to dust
Or Water to water...
Yet we fight!
For our right to win the Flesh, The Buck, the Power..
But Nothing will remain.
Neighbor will laugh at my folly,
In my absence,
Because I was silly
Committing the same mistake.
Knowing nothing remains....
Everybody will go from ash to ashes,
From dust to dust...
From fire we come,
Remain in Water,
Stay in Fire and go to Dust!

poem by Nilakshi Das
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Tangerine

Tangerine, turning green
Cellophane, window pane
Socialise, paralysed
Plastic faces suck me dry, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine
Chorus:i know its sad, lifes just a piece of fruit
Touch down, new ground
Stop living on the moon - (repeat chorus)
Twenty eight, suffocate
Take a ride, see me fly
Detonate, feel it break
See myself disintegrate, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine
(chorus)
See it as I climb, the rain burns in my eyes
So catch me as I fall away, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine, tangerine
(chorus)
I know its sad...

song performed by by Feeder
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Nightfall In The Rose-Garden

Ashes to ashes,
Meal to roots of roses:
One-way street in petals falling,
Dust to dust.

The lowering sun sucks
From blown blossoms,
Their colours that go
At last to dust.

Death is in the seed
Bud, root and leaf
Which have no choice
But dust.

From death to death,
The cycle onward blindly
Rolls its endless way
From dust to death.

I, in the falling dusk
Go slowly blind to all.
And shall too, eventually,
Be dust.

poem by Roy William Gotaas
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I See You...

I see you...
Holding onto someone else.
I see you,
Peeking from behind a disguise...
Trying to send a naked eye too!

I see you!
I see you!
Or do you think...
You are not in public view?

I see you...
Let others cuddle up and touch.
I see you...
Grinning like a mouse on weed too much.
And ready...
To taste some delicious fresh cheese.

I see you...
Opening up your eyes.
I see you...
Coming out of it,
Like you've been hypnotized.

Do I...
Look like marmalade or jelly?
Do I...
Look as if I'm not,
Processed cheese?

I see you...
Opening up your eyes.
I see you...
Coming out of it,
Like you've been hypnotized.
But do I,
Give-it-all-up-to-saaaayyyy...
Good luck.
Goodbye!
And...
Good riddance.

I see you...
And good luck.
And goodbye...
And,
Good-but-never-ever-wassss...
Riddance.

I see you...
And good riddance.
I see you...
And good riddance..
I see you...
And good riddance.
I see you...
And good riddance..

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here In This City

Here in this city
where dust drifts
Settles on you pretty
much so swift
Dont let the dust
Settle in your heart
It will surely rust
Your emotions n impart
A deathly crust
Which will crumble
Your heart

Here in this city
Where everything is so loud
My cries are not heard
Getting lost in the crowd
Wish I was a wandering cloud
That rained on the city
My drops, it endowed
A sparkling vision
Without the dust
Removing the crust
From your heart

poem by by unknown author
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Dust 2...

If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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What Are We?

WHAT ARE WE?

What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Specks of Dust

Specks of dust, that's all we are,
Just like the stars, so small and far,
And through the cosmos we'll be thrust,
To echo, rupture, burst, combust!

Like grains of sand, dewdrops, jewels,
We span the land like molecules,
Caught between demise and treasure,
With eyes that shine like pools of pleasure!

This onslaught will be over soon,
This poem lost, like ashes strewn,
Then on some gentle, temperate gust,
We'll dissipate, like specks of dust...

poem by Joshua Dinkin
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After the Storm

The storm is done--the lightning with its lust
To rend the unhallowed dome in ruin dire;
The purple heaps, from the rank chaos thrust
On sheets of fell and inauspicious fire;
The thunder bellowing loud on every bound;
The hissing bolt, so tossed as to complete
All permutations of Satanic sound;
The flood that opened heaven and ransomed it.
Benign now is that beatific blue.
The flame that fires the hill is now remote
From aught in evil. Clemency anew
--Crowns every leaf, and sings in every throat.
Shall, then, the rage of earth and heaven depart,
And not the rancour of the unsensing heart?

poem by William Baylebridge
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Blow

I want to take away your pain and blow it away into the wind.

I want to blow off the dust covering you and make you new again.

For we all get dust on ourselves once in a while, just like a floor gets dirty,

But this time I will sweep up your dust.

That way you will be new in your eyes even though in my eyes you have always been.

poem by Christina J. Williams
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The Compass.

Angels from Light,
Satan from Fire,
Man from Dust,
Man turns Dust!
Light has no pith,
No marrow in Fire,
Dust has a core;
Hot, cool and pure.
Many a Dimensions,
Millions of Hues,
Moods, Thoughts,
Passions and Emotions,
Only dust has it all.
No Origin, No End,
Still has a Mass;
‘Soul' we call the Compass.

poem by Tajudeen Shah
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Brimstone... ' (or A Cryptic-Cremation)

Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Flesh and Blood
Wood and Mud

Sun and Moon
Craters and Crust
Flames to Ashes
Smoke to Dust

Ape and Man
Heart and Brain
Glass and Sand
Abel and Cain

Spend this Space
On this Earth
Cutting Down
Another’s Worth

So Much Hate
On World and Planet
Trying to Paint
And Stain Pearls and Granite

‘Til, Ashes to Ashes
Dust to Dust
Stop Thinking, ’ Iron Them ’
Start Thinking, ‘ Wash Us ’

Fire On Mountain
Flows Volcanic Ash
Fire and Sand
Equals House of Glass

Dirt On Fire
Smother ‘Fore Long
And Fire and Rock
Equals Brimstone

poem by MoonBee Canady
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Dust

Written by danny kirwan.
When the white flame in us is gone
And we that lost the worlds delight
Stiffen in darkness.
Left alone
To crumble in our separate light
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust
When the white flame in us is gone
And we that lost the worlds delight
Stiffen in darkness
Left alone
To crumble in our separate light
When your swift hair is quiet in death
And through the lips corruption thrust to still the labor of my breath
When we are dust, when we are dust
When we are dust, when we are dust

song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Dust In The Wind

Dust thrown to the wind
Where does this truly begin?
When will it come to an end
Deja vu
Split in two
Whose who

I'm through with all the bullshit I've heard from you
Totally cut off
Seclusion
Walking into an illusion
Never ever land
Who has a plan?

Dust thrown to the wind
Where does this truly begin
When will it come to an end
Deja vu
Split in two
Whose who

Am I the undertaker?
Am I the heart breaker?
The one you never see coming
Till I'm gone
Took off running
Back to the hills
No more thrills

Dust thrown to the wind
Where does this truly begin?
When will it come to an end
Deja vu
Split in two
Whose who

What is a friend?
What is a lover?
Such words bring so much misery
Hate to love
Love to hate
Can anyone see the irony
Attraction isn't the same as destiny
A choice that is like not in me

Its just more dust
I throw it to the wind
Hoping I never see it again

Its just more dust
I throw it to the wind
Hoping I never see it again

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Listening Wind

Mojique sees his village from a nearby hill
Mojique thinks of days before americans came
He sees the foreigners in growing numbers
He sees the foreigners in fancy houses
He thinks of days that he can still remember...now.
Mojique holds a package in his quivering hands
Mojique sends the package to the american man
Softly he glides along the streets and alleys
Up comes the wind that makes them run for cover
He feels the time is surely now or never...more.
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(come to) drive them away
Drive them away.u
Mojique buys equipment in the market place
Mojique plants devices in the free trade zone
He feels the wind is lifting up his people
He calls the wind to guide him on his mission
He knows his friend the wind is always standing...by.
Mojique smells the wind that comes from far away
Mojique waits for news in a quiet place
He feels the presence of the wind around him
He feels the power of the past behind him
He has the knowledge of the wind to guide him...on.
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
The dust in my head
The dust in my head
The wind in my heart
The wind in my heart
(come to) drive them away
Drive them away.

song performed by by Talking Heads
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When the wind started blowing in the afternoon

When the wind started blowing in the afternoon,
some African red-knobbed coots rose in a screaming row,
while the sun hanged over the water red like fire

and the twilight only lasted moments
while they flew past with slapping wings,
when the wind started blowing in the afternoon,

I felt a light breeze blowing against my cheek,
there was serenity and peace that came to me
while the sun hanged over the water red like fire,

there was a kind of bliss in nature
when dappled Egyptian goose also tried to avoid me,
when the wind started blowing in the afternoon,

I was caught by the sheer beauty,
I heard the call of birds cutting through the reeds,
while the sun hanged over the water red like fire

while the sky was darker and no more azure,
while ducks glide magically through the water,
when the wind started blowing in the afternoon,
the sun hanged over the water red like fire.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Sometimes I am amazed of the magic that is done

It all started with something insignificant
Like dust,
Sticking on a window pane, and I want it
Dusted off, it is dirt, it is unwanted,
And I do not even know what to do next
About such
Insignificance and feelings of simply
Trying to get rid of dust immediately,
But then, I begin to think about this
Dust, this me, this dust in me,
Some dusts on my feet, some dusts on
My forehead, and some dusts in my ears,
Some dusts in my eyes so obstructive
Of what I really am, and I know what to do next,
The bulb lighting in my head in a sudden,
I touch the dust,
I feel the dust with my fingers, and I am crazy enough
I taste the dust on my window pane,
And I shiver,
I am shaking to its taste, the taste of nothingness
If was from dust that I really come,
I now remember,
It will be to dust that I shall return,
I am now reminded,
And the dust that I used to see
As dirt, as something so insignificant, is now,
A magical patch, glistening, so filled with meaning,
I am nothing but dust; I am biting the dust,

I am very insignificant, in that window pane, at first.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fire

I thrust my hand into fire,
It reaches my heart.
Thunders roar, rains conspire,
Through them I keep alive the fire.
It keeps burning inside
Unmasking me, destroying my pride
Raising from the cinders a new me,
The fire unshackles and sets me free.

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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