To Those Dames with Crimson Eyes
I can reckon with the lucidity
Of the tranquil motions of the floor
Those farfetched nights sent to
The scrapings of the harried memory
Your skins, glistening from the blur,
Staggering through a solid corner
Like the stars settled in the firmament
Concealing its desire to fall
Betrothed to the potions of alcohol;
Your eyes, all six of them,
Crossed mine from the jovial turbulence
And I thought, from behind my telescope,
That a soul met another soul;
I permitted my lips to droop with my eyes
Macadamized with iron slyness
Averting the crimson redolence
That beckons a skirmish of the heart
A blitzkrieg of blind shots,
From blatant courteous unwritten words
To long small jeremiad of the silence
Buried in the sighs and diffidence,
To hot grazes boiling the blood vessels
Then the soul intertwined once more
In the crimson gases of the turfs
When you caressed my hair
And have my soul surrender
Exploiting its secrets and laments
Spoken in inebriated language
Of undulating bodies and ruffling sheets,
Jabbing open wounds and scraping skins
That faded in a silent scream.
And now, I aimlessly wonder
What those crimson eyes envisaged
Ignited by toxic lemonades
And serrations of aberrations
To provoke a lackluster man
To pour out the enzymes
Of the insentient soul
Sulking in the jagged corner
With feigned exuberance
And smiles castrated by
Cigarette kisses, hissing with
And enigmatic silence.
I wonder about your names
But I might have sent them
Far in the fathoms of Alaskan graves
Or maybe I forgot to ask them
For the soul was a gypsy
Meandering aimlessly with legs
Slathered by sedative bliss
Pawned for all famished nights
Of wailing bleak howls
But I failed to keep them
For the chemicals in your bloods
Was effortlessly devoured
By hedonistic blarneys
Yet, in these times of abandon
I wonder about you
Longing for answers,
Wanting requisitions;
What does this ugly vessel posses
To be invited in your boudoir
And swallow the phantom swords
With a wry of a smile
Crossing the darkness
As the scant strokes of my silhouette
Leave the fine svelte fringe
With no intention of returning?
My apologies for this comedy,
But it was a good drag
Not in the flesh,
The thighs,
Or the crotch,
But in the wisps
Of the unwanted soul;
The very quintessence
Of being accepted.
poem by Norman Santos

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When my soul loves your heart.....
I have your heart within me
that keeps telling me love story every night
God has given us love as the best medicine
to purify our hearts and soul with affections
When your heart and my soul touch each other
then there is no room for sadness
When my eyes close for sleep
then my soul awakes and kisses your heart
When your heart plays music with my soul
then the melodies hover like nightingales
When your heart is longing for my love
then my soul is belonging to beautiful nights
When my soul loves your heart
then its not only what your heart for
but for what my soul lives with you heart
poem by Ravi Sathasivam

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Struggling For The Dead
From the dampen earth, where the tall grass blades
Never glistened with the svelte grazes of the moon
Slathered with petrichor and moonstruck iridescence
I crumpled the fragments of your soul, the humidity
Festooned with varmints' sinewy crawling tingles
And delinquent stifles from translucent genocide—
A caroming weeps of treason of the salted bones
And putrefied flesh, disintegrating the strangled soul.
Beguiled as a lachrymose hero in a phantom warfare
Hands flailing with the flutters of defeat and barricaded
Chance of redemption; a long dead barren ground unshaken
By any toiling cry and unsheathed swords, I shrill my bones
Just to lament a line in the harried specks of time;
The blame is in the warm crimson draping the hilt
In the pain reckoning life, erected like a statue
Apt for this eloquently written statuesque direst
Where you swam leisurely under the charlatan sun
Devouring the portrait envisaged in the lunatic ball
Gravid with the enthralls of perpetuity, it is a lie;
Now die, sink into the water and let the bubbles
Transpire in ephemeral truancy and remind me
Of the myriad of thousand deaths that gave me
Life, in the scars of your loins and in stones
Casted for a preempted necromancy.
poem by Norman Santos

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Country Girl
Fell in love with a country girl, morning sunshine
She was up from a nether world, just to bust another soul
Her eyes were an endless flame, holy lightning
Desire with a special name, made to snatch your soul away, yeah
We sailed away on a crimson tide, gone forever
Left my heart on the other side, all to break it into bits
Her smile was a winter song, a sabbath ending
Dont sleep or youll find me gone, just an image in the air
In dreams I think of you
I dont know what to do with myself
Time has let me down
She brings broken dreams, fallen stars,
The endless search for where you are
(sail on, sail on)
Fell in love with a country girl, morning sunshine
She was up from a nether world, just to bust another soul
Her eyes were an endless flame, unholy lady
Desire with a special name, made to snatch your soul away, oh!
Dont sail away on a crimson tide!
Dont leave your heart on the other side!
Her eyes are an endless flame
Desire with a special name
Dont ever fall in love!
Dont give your heart away!
No never, never fall in love with a country girl!
song performed by by Black Sabbath

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Why Did You Leave Me
If only you could see the tears
In the world you left behind
If only you could hear my heart
Just one more time
Even when I close my eyes
There is an image of your face
Once again I come to realize
You have lost that I cant replace
Soul then die
Its keeping for the lonely
Since the day that your were gone
Why did you leave me
Soul then die
In my heart you were the only
And your memory lives on
Why did you leave me
Soul then die
Walking down the streets on nothing will
Where our love was young and free
Cant believe just what an empty place
It has come to be
I would give my life away
If it can only be the safe
Cas I could still the voice inside of me
That is calling out your name
Soul then die
Its keeping for the lonely
Since the day that your were gone
Why did you leave me
Soul then die
In my heart you were the only
And your memory lives on
Why did you leave me
Soul then die
Time will never change the things
That you told me
And after all we mean to be
Love would bring us back to you and me
If only you could see...
Soul then die(soul then die)
Its keeping for the lonely(for the lonely)
Since the day that your were gone
Why did you leave me
Soul then die
In my heart you were the only
And your memory lives on
Why did you leave me
Soul then die...
song performed by by Westlife

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Silhouette of my soul
The dark mountain behind me looks so different
For every time I look it’s changed
My soul has the same identity
For when I think I have finally got it under control
The silhouette changes
The mountain starts it day dark with a siloute that defines it
My soul is always in dark
The mountain gets more defined as sun comes up
My soul is always dark
The mountain end up dark again
The silhouette changes
My soul starts it day
Always hung-over from last days confusing silhouettes
so I begin clawing my way out of the deep hole
Even in sleep my soul is confusing
I dream about things that always seem in the dark
Then one of my silhouettes comes up and shines all the darkness away
Bring a smile to day that started with a mountain of undefined silhouettes
I can hold this in place as long as I need it, because I do…always
So when the darkness approaches to make the mountain undefined
It silhouette lost again my silhouette of counterfeit dies a death everyday
In comes the dark
Drunk again with so many silhouettes of my soul that want to be
I fall down under my mountain of darkness in a silhouette
My soul surrounded by light, but the face of my soul in the dark
Hidden the truth of what all these moments mean
So I pass out drunk on confusion for the next day will be the same
The silhouette of my soul
Ecstasy
Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Shelter my soul, O my love!
My soul is bent low with the pain
And the burden of love, like the grace
Of a flower that is smitten with rain:
O shelter my soul from thy face!
poem by Sarojini Naidu

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Bury My Soul
if i died today
it would take my pain away
no more in the way
with no more to say
so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
take my mind away from the misery
take my heart away from the mystery
so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
i looked into your eyes
and i saw all the lies
my hate is now my fate
the more i try
the more i die
the more i die inside
so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
i left to rest my soul
i buried my heart in the dark hole
turn the page
begin the new chapter
i surrender
i surrender my soul
so bury my soul
losing control
losing my hold
bury my soul
lost control
lost a hold
so bury my soul
bury my soul
bury my soul
poem by Bobby Butterfield

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Stars have eyes! !
Stars have eyes
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars full of soul
Look any longer they take control
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars behold the sight
Look any longer and glide free like a kite
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars oh what a smile
Look any longer they’ll lite your darkness for a mile
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars share the love
Look any longer you know it comes from above
Well now you’ve seen the eyes on stars
Shared the beautiful soul amazed by their wonder
Enchanted by the smile
And overwhelmed by the love
But look any longer you will see the pain
The pain on the eyes of stars
Never to be concealed by the rain
The eyes on stars cry
Never to be wiped dry
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry blood tears
Permanently there reminding of fears
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
They cry blood
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes smile
Stars have eyes
Stars eyes.
Lerato Ladyfair Shuping
poem by Lerato Shuping

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What's Behind My Eyes
What is behind my eyes?
A genius,
A lonely soul
One searching for comfort
Hoping for acceptance
What is behind my eyes?
A fighter
A lonely soul
Only wanting final peace
Wishing for a true friend
What is behind my eyes?
A school boy
A lonely soul
Who can't quite grasp reality
Learning new aspects of life
What is behind my eyes?
A peacekeeper
A lonely soul
Who always solves others' problems
Praying to solve his own
What is behind my eyes?
A student
A lonely soul
Constantly studying forms
Looking for some reason to live
What is behind my eyes?
A lost child
A lonely soul
Always whining and cowering
Searching for his family
What is behind my eyes?
A young teacher
A lonely soul
Never resting so that she may help
Dreaming of past happiness
What is behind my eyes?
A companion
A lonely soul
One who lends out comfort
Hoping to receive its own
What is behind my eyes?
poem by Yuki Cross

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What's behind my eyes
What is behind my eyes?
A genius,
A lonely soul
One searching for comfort
Hoping for acceptance
What is behind my eyes?
A fighter
A lonely soul
Only wanting final peace
Wishing for a true friend
What is behind my eyes?
A school boy
A lonely soul
Who can't quite grasp reality
Learning new aspects of life
What is behind my eyes?
A peacekeeper
A lonely soul
Who always solves others' problems
Praying to solve his own
What is behind my eyes?
A student
A lonely soul
Constantly studying forms
Looking for some reason to live
What is behind my eyes?
A lost child
A lonely soul
Always whining and cowering
Searching for his family
What is behind my eyes?
A young teacher
A lonely soul
Never resting so that she may help
Dreaming of past happiness
What is behind my eyes?
A companion
A lonely soul
One who lends out comfort
Hoping to receive its own
What is behind my eyes?
poem by Yuki Cross

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Good For Your Soul
Have you ever felt that somehow
You were not yourself
That your body was the same
But everything around you wasnt right
And images so strange and foreign
Flooded in like raging water
Have you ever been in love
With someone you hardly knew
Whereas every time you closed your eyes,
You saw this person come alive
It kept you wide awake at night
You felt like you were burning up
In pain, you want to scream
Then you passed out in a dream
Chorus
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
If you dont stop, youll lose control
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Every lay there half asleep all hours of the night
With some nagging demon tugging at that tiny bell
Inside your mind
When suddenly that strange idea
Bursts into an inspiration
You grab for it and then
The whole thing slips right through your fingers
Chorus
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Just once or twice is good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
Its good for your soul
song performed by by Oingo Boingo

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Dream Lover...
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer

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A Dream Lover
There are moments when I believe that you are real.
Yet all of me knows that you are just a dream.
The figment of a dreamers heart, bereft of love for so long.
A desperate longing of this lost and lonely soul.
Those wonderful times in my fantasy world.
When I can feel your soft touch stirring my emotions.
Your lips on my lips, your heart beating against mine.
Your hot breath on my skin, as we embrace as lovers do.
Then I open my eyes to gaze upon you, and there is no one there.
And when I realise you are not real, tears begin to fall from my eyes.
For once again my heart is empty, my soul is lonesome.
And I am left wanting for my dream to come true...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer

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I will kiss you
I will kiss you smoothly in the silence of the night.
I´ll take of your lips the honeys of your soul.
I´ll kiss you in the dimness, the shine of your eyes,
and I will be in the way to your heart..
I will cover your body with the heat of my kisses,
I´ll travel your accidents without fatigue.
I´ll climb your mountains without the desire of the first time
and I will descend to the botton of your soul.
I will kiss you without time and without rest.
I will kiss you with my soul and you´ll kiss me with yours
in an infinite kiss until the dawn comes.
I will kiss you in the port of your eyes again.
I will navigate in the sea of your pupils
and I will be forever the sailor of your heart.
poem by Enrique Alberto Hurtado Minotta

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Wounded
Lost and broken
Hopeless and lonely
Smiling on the outside
But hurt beneith my skin
My eyes are fading
My soul is bleeding
I'll try to make it seem ok
But my faith is wearing thin
So help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
That i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them up
I only wanted a magazine
I only wanted a movie screen
I only wanted the life i'd read about and dreamed
And now my mind is an open book
And now my heart is an open wound
And now my life is an open soul for all to see
But help me heal these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me
So you come along
I push you away
Then kick and scream for you to stay
Cuz i need some one to help me
Oh i need some one to help me
To help me help these wounds
They've been open for way too long
Help me fill this soul
Even though this is not your fault
That i'm open
And i'm bleeding
All over your brand new rug
And i need some one to help me sow them
I need some one to help me fill them
I need some one to help me close them up
song performed by by Good Charlotte

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Self-Knowledge XVII
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
poem by Khalil Gibran

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For literature sake.
When the body ages, does the soul do?
When the body gets wounds, does the soul suffer?
Are body and soul like sac and air?
Not so obviously.
Are body and soul like flesh and heat?
Might be.
Does not soul die when body dies, then?
Heart is not the seat of emotion, but brain.
Soul is not distinct to be treated so.
Yet soul is distinct for literature sake.
18.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Small Soul
Small soul’s alone in the night
It’s small
But it’s still a soul
The tiny light
That shines in the dark
Small soul glows dim in the fight
It’s small
But it’s really a soul
Though it looks weak
It’s struggling inside
Small soul keeps attracting my heart
It’s small
But it’s a beautiful soul
It may easily disappear
But it could also grow stronger
poem by Maria Sudibyo

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Cant Take My Soul
The weathers getting cold
But its ninety degrees outside
It feels like Im driving so slow
But this old ford is cruising ninety-five
I thought I could hear your cold words
After all, they were just words
I thought I could see your sad eyes
After all, eyes wont lie
I thought that I could just take this hatred in
Let it back out and see love again
But know Im giving up
But Im never giving in
So you can take my life
And you can keep this heart
But you never can take my soul
No never can take my soul
It feels so good like Im laughing
But theres these tears running down my face
I dry my eyes to see the sun rise
Only to find its set, its too late
So I sit there and listen to you scream
After all, I never would
But I cry before I go to sleep
After all, I knew I wasnt what I should be
I thought that I should just take this hatred in
Let it back out and see love again
But now Im giving up
But Im never giving in
So you can take my life
You can keep this heart
But you never can take my soul
No never can take my soul
I tried to say goodbye yesterday
But we ended up in bed instead
*(I dont understand this entire line)
But I couldnt, had to turn away, turn my head
Give me the strength to let you go
After all, I never could
*(I dont understand this entire line)
After all, I knew I wasnt what I should be
I thought that I should just take this hatred in
Let it back out and see love again
But know Im giving up
But Im never giving in
You can take my life, you can have this heart
*(dont understand this entire line)
You can have all my hands, my feet and my head
And all of those good things I did everywhere
But you never can take my soul
Youd think that you could posses
All of my looks, all of my prettiness
All of my feelings and my lovings too
But dont you know that you were the fool
But you never can take my soul
No never can take...
Cant take my soul.
song performed by by Jewel

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Such, Silence Was Spiritual..
Such, silence was spiritual
Spirituality was so silent
Seated amidst 'Supremacy'
Highly high above me
Like a lotus above mire
Mind and soul somewhere apart
Eyes and ears all elsewhere...
My big-eyed gaze gazing..
His semi shut eyes tranced
Engrossed wholly of the limitless
Floating upon beyond earth's spheres
A great discovery he 's rejoicing..
Here, what am I, a tiny bit trivial
Drowned ever in tearful unsolved enigma...
So such, wonderment raised my soul
In inqusition to follow his march
A march towards the summit of silence
Upon the mounts and dawns of silence
Along the streams of silence
Along the scented florescence of silence
Along the immortal bliss of silence..
Could only be a watcher me silent
Watching my soul marching spiritful
On and on steady until someone nudged me..
Interrupted was me alone, not his vigil
For he was the Buddha teaching in silence
Succor and solace in huge silence
Such, silence was spiritual..
An experience at a buddhist monastery
poem by Indira Renganathan

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