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it stirred my soul
about the dead man's meeting
i can't describe it
but let me try
it is like a yellow rose
a humming bird
if only walls could talk
tears would have been saves by
time
living in the country
hope rising
you choose harmony or chaos?
pray reality
you pay for what never fade
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Rose...
gift you a rose, ,
gift you my rose....
but my rose to you, is not like any rose in this world...
a rose drunk from my tears...
a rose that i take care about it by my soul...
a rose gave it a water by my blood...
and perfumed it by my love....
my rose to you, is not like an roses...
its color not like any colors...
its not a red...
and its not a white...
even not a yellow...
its color pick up from the suns` yellow color..
and mix from the seas` blue color...
and from my bloods` drops..
and from my tears...
so.. its color was mixed with my sadness and my love...
my rose to you, is not like any roses...
its perfume is not like any perfume..
its a mix between a loves` nectar...
and many of kindness, and honesty love...
my rose to you, is not like any roses...
raised inside my heart...
and takes a warm light, from my eyes` light...
and its food, from the hope, that we always wish...
and from our future, which will gather us to each others one day...
so please accept and take my rose...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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When I Think Of Myself As Dead
WHEN I THINK OF MYSELF AS DEAD
When I think of myself as dead
I think of what it will mean for my loved ones
I pray they will not lose heart and hope because of it-
When my father died my brother lost hope-
When I think of myself dead
I wonder about God and God�s purpose
Is there really an afterlife?
What could it mean?
Will I meet again those who have gone before me?
When I think of myself dead
I think about a body in the ground
Worms eating it, cold paining it-
When I think of myself as dead
I think about never feeling anything again-
When I think about myself as dead
I think about the work I have left behind
And whether it will mean anything to anyone
And for how long-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of all the memories that will go with me
I think about nothing and more nothing and the end of the universe-
When I think of myself as dead
I think of life going on down below
Life with all its beauty and pain
And I pray and I pray again
My loved ones will be able to manage and make their own lives still happy
When I think of myself as dead
I pray to G-d
That somehow in some way
It will not be the end for me forever.
When I think of myself as dead
I think of myself as living again somehow
In a way I cannot now know-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Impression Du Matin
THE Thames nocturne of blue and gold
Changed to a Harmony in grey:
A barge with ochre-coloured hay
Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold
The yellow fog came creeping down
The bridges, till the houses' walls
Seemed changed to shadows, and S. Paul's
Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.
Then suddenly arose the clang
Of waking life; the streets were stirred
With country waggons: and a bird
Flew to the glistening roofs and sang.
But one pale woman all alone,
The daylight kissing her wan hair,
Loitered beneath the gas lamps' flare,
With lips of flame and heart of stone.
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Perfect Harmony
Perfect harmony, lets put it all together.
Every piece fits right.
But do we have the time.
Never enough, always wanted more.
Its Pandora's door.
Once its open i can never be closed.
So exposed.
Perfect harmony, the dominoes have be lined up.
One flick of the finger and watch them all fall,
all the hopes and dreams stolen by a perfect harmony.
Why does it have to be routine.
Why not a little chaos in the order.
That way when that person tries to destroy it.
It ends in failure.
You cant sink a ship that's already sinking.
Time to jump ship once again.
Perfect harmony creates a melody of tragedy.
Still we search for it.
Knowing we will lose it all again.
Cause soon or later you got lose.
In the end the house always wins.
Get out while the getting is good.
I really think you should.
Perfect harmony indefinitely.
Is there even such a reality.
Has the wind been forever knocked out of me.
I think not cause chaos is my order.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Yellow Roses
Hello you said the day we met
Handing me a yellow rose
You asked me out
And to your surprise
And to mine I said Id go
I thought it so romantic
And I found you sweet and bold
Though wed only met
I still said yes
To a single yellow rose
And for years to come
You were the one
To sleep with me at night
To laugh and talk
And share my thoughts
And hold me when Id cry
And on every occasion
And for no good reason to
A big bouquet or a single yellow rose
Was sent from you
Chorus:
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
I still love you so
I never see a yellow rose
That I didnt think of you
Its still my favorite flower
Though the yellows turned to blue
The day you left my teardrops fell
Upon your farewell not
You said goodbye like you said hello
With a single yellow rose
Chorus:
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
Oh I still love you so
Yellow roses
The color of sunshine
You loved me at one time
Why did you have to go
Sweet yellow roses
Are you sending your new love
My bright yellow rose buds
I still love you so
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Drowning The Colossus
What are you? I say to me.
A privilege machine man in the valley of the ice house.
Yeah? Joke so old that it is new.
Cause the innocent they know thier place.
In this slug motion dinosaur. Skin beating heart breathing.
Eyes humming. Walls splashing.
Blue blood spits from the Butcherboy.
Just split the head and stand back.
Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!!
Hell on Earth a semi-trane. Exression of pre-occupation skin beating.
Heart breathing. Eyes splashing. Walls humming.
Soul Crushing. Soul Crushing.
song performed by by White Zombie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Create to Conquer
Allow yourself the time to relax, lost to the rivers flowing.
Rest your weary head sweet traveler for no tax shall be charged
For your stay within the day, still remember to retain your glowing.
Know through dreams that we may discover a reality more real than
We could ever have imagined. Listen to the voice that resides within
Your chest. Allow yourself the time to rest, not every moment is a test.
Know that even in the midst of chaos
We may be calm and contemplative.
No restrictions are there within ourselves
That we did not create to conquer.
Sit down; allow all that is happening around your form to flow.
Know and understand your role within the circle whole.
Observe, spectate, take in all that surrounds you.
Do not attempt to paint the circle blue
Or even in the most evocative of shades
Allow yourself the time to fade,
Surrender yourself without resistance to the
Movement of the moment until little by little
All that once seemed chaos reveals Its harmony to your soul.
Be happy, be free, be all you know you could be.
Just breathe and you will see just how it is you make the circle whole.
poem by David Lacey
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Drowning The Collosus
What are you? I say to me. a privilege machine man in the valley of the ice house. yeah? joke so old that it is new. cause the innocent they know thier place. in this slug motion dinosaur. skin
Ng heart breathing. eyes humming. walls splashi ng. blue blood spits from the butcherboy. just split the head and stand back. out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!! hell on earth a semi-trane. exression of pre-occupation skin beating. heart breathing. eyes splashing. walls humming. sou l crushing. soul crushing.
song performed by by Rob Zombie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Last Rose Of Summer
Throughout the soft and timeless days of august
til now the shadows begin to grow much longer
The sunsets fire has deepened blood red
I give you this, the last rose of summer
A token of my unyielding love
So when the winters mantle stills the earth
And all around seems dead and cold
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living
Do not despair, mother nature simply rests
In sleep she has well earned
til one day not so very far from now
With the opening of the first rose buds I shall return
A token of my unyielding love
So that when winters mettle steals the earth
And all around seems dead and cold
This rose reminds you of a time when all was warm and living
The last rose of summer
The last rose of summer
In your long shadows
The last rose of summer
In the sunset
The last rose of summer
Take this rose that I give you
The last rose of summer
The last rose of summer
Dont worry about the winter
The last rose of summer
I shall return
The last rose of summer
The last rose of summer
(fade)
song performed by by Judas Priest
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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0004 Lyric 3: Rosefall
O, what is the song this late, late rose is singing?
where will its petals fall, pale orange-yellow rose?
when shall the breeze and the rose cease laughing, dancing,
when will the raindrops bring time, and loss, and tears?
who wrote the song that the rose is singing, singing,
who painted petals on this fleeting rose?
when did the breeze discover dancing, dancing,
with roses that fade and fall in loss and time and tears?
after the rosefall, a colder breeze is blowing,
rose petals lie in drifts upon the ground;
but the breeze remembers, wintering red rose-hips, sowing
the rose’s spring and singing; remembering rose’s sound..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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To Memory
Oh in this dearth and winter of the soul,
When even Hope, still wont to soar and sing,
Droopeth, a starveling bird whose downy wing
Stiffens ere dead through the dank drift it fall--
Yea, ere Hope perish utterly, I call
On thee, fond Memory, that thou haste and bring
One leaf, one blossom from that far-off spring
When love's auroral light lay over all.
Bring but one pansy: haply so the thrill
Of poignant yearning for those glad dead years
May, like the gusty south, breathe o'er the chill
Of frozen grief, dissolving it in tears,
Till numb Hope, stirred by that warm dropping rain,
Will deem, perchance, Love's springtide come again.
poem by Mathilde Blind
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The Yellow Ribbon On The Old Oak Tree
who can forget the yellow ribbon
on that old oak tree? tell me.
tomorrow, i shall wear my yellow cap
my yellow shirt, my yellow brief,
my yellow pants.
my jaundiced eye, my golden yellow ring.
tomorrow, in my country, the sky is yellow.
all steps lead to the yellow brick road.
all fruits are ripe and mellow and yellow.
Tomorrow, the country is yellow.
Yellow for integrity, Yellow for change.
Yellow for justice. Yellow for truth.
One day more, and the sun shall rise
Yellow as ever.Yellow forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Everything
The lonliness of nights alone
The search for strength to carry on
My every hope has seemed to die
My eyes had no more tears to cry
Then like the sun shinned from up above
You surrounded me with your endless love
And all the things I couldn't see
Are now so clear to me
CHORUS
You are my everything
Nothing your love won't bring
My life is yours alone
The only love I've ever known
Your spirit pulls me through
When nothing else will do
Every night I pray
On bended knee
That you will always be
My everything
Now all my hopes and all my dreams
Are suddenly reality
You've opened up my heart to feel
A kind of love that's truly real
A guiding light that'll never fade
There's not a thing inlife that I would ever trade
For the love you give it won't let go
I hope you'll always know
Chorus
Oh
You're the breath of life in me
The only one that sets me free
And you have made my soul complete for all time
For all time
Chorus
You are my everything
Nothing your love won't bring
My life is yours alone
The only love I've ever known
Your spirit pulls me through
When nothing else will do
Every night I pray
On bended knee
That you will always be
My everything
song performed by by 98 Degrees from Revelation
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Baby Baby Baby Mine
Baby, baby small and bright tiny beams of light. A Tiny rose petals so slight unfold you will I'd hope to be a guide; I'd hope to help your steps that they don't slide. Clumsy hands are mine but helped by God as He unfold the rose I hold that each petal will fall in time, baby, baby, baby mine.
I pray that I teach you gentleness, goodness and love for what blossom can survive without the rain that falls from God above, the good deep soil in Him may you root and rapidly climb. As I hold you in my arms I'm filled with hope because of the design I'll trust him to unfold our moments in time baby, baby, baby mine.
In future year's thorns sharpen as they grow, for barbed thorns cut deep I pray that they be pruned away. The Keeper takes care that he remove those that hurt, the rose be bare its lovely fragrance to share. The yellow leaves get nutrients from above for the leaves expose the rose and the fragrance of its soul. You will develop with love in time baby, baby, baby mine.
Shall not the shoot of the root unfold another tiny fragrant rose to behold in time baby, baby, baby mine?
Someday you shall wither and die and bloom again with the Rose of Sharon in the sky since I've trusted God above for guidance and care that forever shall our love intertwine upon His vine, baby, baby, baby mine
poem by Vanita Allgood
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Hope, Love and Faith
Trials, tribulations would come our way,
We shed our tears from day to day
Stop! Stop! was ours to say,
Oh God! please God, Oh hear our pray,
And God above listens to us,
Hope, Love and Faith he send to rush,
Bring forth by Jesus who died in the cross,
Believe in Him, we’ll always pass.
A Hope to cling we look upon,
A better tomorrow is here to come.
Here comes the Love we had to share,
Love oneself is first to care.
A faith to God we will maintain,
Which move a real mountain.
Believe in this we never lose.
Hope, Love and Faith we always choose.
For God’s gift is really close,
Jesus His son, He greatly use,
Saves those in pain and in great vain,
If we rely on God Divine,
Hope, Love and Faith they will remain.
poem by Malou Ocfemia
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Beautiful
Beautiful is the rising sun
that touches the dark world
glowing red hot,
like a coal from the fire
of the gods
Beautiful is the crystal blue sky
that stretches to the horizon,
with its purity and brings serenity
to every living thing.
Beautiful is the yellow moon
that awakens dreams,
of how wondrous
life on this earth
really is.
Beautiful is a wave
crashing over a rocky shore,
that sprays the intensity
and mysteries of nature
on the earth.
Yet all of these things
fade away into insignificance
against the smile on your face
and nothing can describe,
the light and expression
in your golden eyes.
You are far more
than beautiful to me
and no white Lily
or dark red Rose,
will ever hold
the same significance
that you bring to me.
When all is said and done
my life is completely empty
when you’re gone,
but when you are with me
life plays like the sweetest melody
and my greatest gift from life is you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Talking.... (Who Listens?)
even the silence of the night talks,
small children talk in their dreams;
old people talk staring out windows...
trees talk shedding leaves,
empty buildings talk to ghosts;
dead bones talk to the wind...
the wind talks those who mourn.
the hungry talk to their oppressors,
the prisoner talks to the walls.
the desperate talk to the noose,
lovers talk with simple touch.
soldiers talk to their fears,
the unborn talk to our decisions.
the moon talks to the night,
and the night talks to the dawn.
the soul of man talks,
and calls it god.
the conscience talks to the heart.
death talks to the living....
who listens?
who really hears?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Black Rose
A black rose can stop the beat of ones heart…
A black rose brings the scent of death as it tears love apart…
A black rose makes nightmares reality…
A black rose fills my life with uncertainty…
A black rose is forgotten hopes and dreams…
A black rose is a broken girl laying in tears and painful screams…
A black rose is the pain of a shattered life…
A black rose is lost love in my hopeless life…
A black rose is the memories that haunt my restless soul…
A black rose took everything from me that once made me whole…
Including…you…
Hope...
without hope
you imagine hope
you must imagine hope
there is no hope you must
invent hope
it is too tiresome
do not believe in hope because it is too hopeless
promises are not popes not pop but poo
pooh,
if there is no hope, accept, hope does not exist
what exists is you and you are not hope
you are real,
you are reality, and hope is lesser, much lesser than you
hope is a tree you are bird
hope is the pebble you are the running water
hope cannot hold you
it is not a cup of water
you are the wind and you are not suppose to stay
hope is a dead tree stuck on its rotten roots
fly away, so, do not just stay there and stare at anything
open your wings, spread and be gone for good
hope is a dead grandmother
and you are the inevitable grandson
least limitable, ongoing movie
swinging tarzan, hot popcorn
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Trying Times
[Talk:]
Baby I'm so glad your here
'Cause I have so many things to tell you
So many things to talk to you about
'Cause your the strength I hold onto
And I hope I'm the strength that you hold onto
So we can strive together and be perfect
Til' death do us part
The nights gone the morning here
And soon it's time to talk about
Where we stand and where we plan
To be in life long years I need to know
I keep crying tears of joy
I guess that's what you're put here for
To change these tears of pain
To tears of happiness
Through these trying times
trying to get the best of me
I'm still finding time to show I care
With my crying eyes
I see contentment because of you
Trials and tribulations build up walls
In front of faces made of stone
Yet we stand strong enough
To break the walls down to journey on
But I know if we just bond our hearts
There will be nothing that will stand in our way
And we'll be together forever and a day
Through these trying times
trying to get the best of me
I'm still finding time to show I care
With my crying eyes
I see contentment because of you
song performed by by Boyz II Men from II
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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