Darkness And Light Playing Upon Us
i shot myself
with a camera.
then i edited
the picture showing
more of the dark side
of my life
with only a very slight
shade of light
on the left side of my
face
indeed when light and
darkness play upon
your sorrows and pains
they make a true and
beautiful picture of
us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Light is to Dark
The sun is bright as the light
The darkness is to the inevitable incarnation of darkness
The light shines up for the sky when its mourning
And when its dark, its for the evening, and nighttime
The lightness shall prevail the darkness, for the light will shine up
The light is to the light side as well as the darkness is to the dark side
poem by Matthew Marti
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And Here Comes Dark
It's dark outside
But I see the light
Then darkness
I see the light again
And here comes dark
It's dark outside
I am lonely and sad
But I see the light
You ask my name
Then darkness
You take my hand
I see the light again
We fall in love
And here comes dark
It's dark outside
I can't find you
But I see the light
You were right there
Then darkness
I have my doubts
I see the light again
You say I'm wrong
And here comes dark
It's dark outside
I reach for you
But I see the light
You don't reach for me
Then darkness
I feel alone
I see the light again
I read your face
And here comes dark
It's dark outside
I want to leave
But I see the light
You're come to me
Then darkness
I feel your grip
I see the light
You're hurting me
And here comes dark
It's dark outside
I try to scream
But I see the light
You have my throat
Then darkness
I can not breath
I see the light
For the last time
And here comes dark
poem by Yasmin Rubayo
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My Side
Black emptiness is where I travel
Casting shadow where ever I go
Someone must play this part
There must be balance to make this world work
There needs to be darkness
May I bring despair, hate, and jealousy
into the lives of others
I despise myself
I despise the thought of being alone on the hated side
I am revolted even though I didn't choose this life
But as I said there needs to be a balance
And she is on the other side
There's always a ray of light in the darkness
She is that light I wish to have stabbed in me
She is my light, the guide of my love
I can feel her deep in my heart
But the darkness covers her in my eyes
Though she is always with me
Because as she casts light there must always be a shadow
I sit near a blackened pool on the opposite side of the world
and I look at the closest reflection I have of you
The moon shines on as I'm wishing you were here
I look into the pool and think of the time we have spent
Those brief few moments when light met dark
'This is a love to fight for'
That's what I said the last time we met
You shook your head and said
'In the end we'll both lose'
Time fades fast
I must convince her here and now
'Look at me' I said in her ear
She looks and her eyes twinkle
'If at anything my dream came true
I brush back her hair
'I got to meet a girl like you'
Gentle lips meet
Sometimes a kiss is all you need to do
That day was the last time I saw her
As time hit the right mark we were forced to pull away
Me into darkness
She into light
I grab her hand and try not to let go
But I was being pulled back
I yell so she could hear
'I'll come back to you I promise'
She nods
'I know you will'
And we break
I am swallowed in the darkness again
Alone and again on the other side of the world
I will wait again for the next day
When light and the dark can meet once more
Written: February 16,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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Lens Of Life
We look at life through different angles
trying always to get the best shot.
Some times the camera lens is dirty
and a fuzzy picture is all you get.
We clean the lens and take another shot,
hoping for a better picture,
one without regret.
7 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Could You Picture Life?
Could you picture life?
Could you picture life?
Misty morning with birds singing melodies,
Could you picture life in the clouds,
The Morning star,
The comets,
The ufos,
The foolishness in racism,
Could you see CNN,
The crimes and the bursting that we play everyday,
The religious crimes,
Could you picture the negation in man?
That we die everyday is sin,
Could you picture?
Love is worth the New World Understanding,
Picture my eyes and see that we all be crying,
My brothers and sisters are dyeing and suffocating,
Picture the New World,
Where the True Understanding will dwell in our heart,
Could you picture?
You and I are no different,
We same creatures that creep for Bread,
Could you picture?
No man better than other,
Could you picture?
The credibility of Human Trust.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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A Picture From Lifes Other Side
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Arranged by hank williams, sr.
Capo: 2nd fret/key: e/play: d
[d] in the worlds mighty gallery of pictures
Hang the [g] scenes that are painted from life [d]
Theres pictures of love and of passion
Then theres [e7] pictures of peace and of [a7] strife
There hang [d] pictures of youth and of beauty
Of old [g] age and the blushing young [d] bride
They all [g] hang on the wall - but the [d] saddest of all
Are the [a7] pictures from lifes other [d] side.
[d] just a picture from lifes other side
Some-[g] one has fell by the way [d]
A life has gone out with the tide
That [e7] might have been happy some [a7] day
Theres a [d] poor old mother at home
Shes [g] watching and waiting a-[d] lone
Just [g] longing to hear - from a [d] loved one so dear
Its just a [a7] picture from lifes other [d] side.
The first scene is that of a gambler
Who had lost all his money at play
An he draws his dead mothers ring from his finger
That she wore long ago on her wedding day
Its his last earthly treasure, but he stakes it
Then he bows his head that his shame he may hide
But, when they lifted his head - they found he was dead
Thats just a picture from lifes other side.
Now the last scene is that by the river
Of a heart-broken mother and babe
As the harbor lights shine and they shiver
On an outcast whom no one will save
And yet, she was once a true woman
She was somebodys darlin and pride
God help her, she leaps - for theres no one to weep
Its just a picture from lifes other side.
Extra verse:
The next was a scene of two brothers
Whose pathways so diffrent had led
One lived the life of a rich man
The other one begged for his bread
Then one night they met on the highway
Your money or life, the thief cried
And then with his knife - took his own brothers life
Its just a picture from lifes other side.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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The Picture and the Mirror
I lie awake in the night
Beginning to picture the mirror in one piece
I was never alone in the glass
Just me and you, side by side
Times back then we laughed and smiled
Our eyes never looked away to another person
Even though we weren't in love
A strong bond began to strengthen the mirror
As the last few days of the bond came to an end
Small cracks spread through this mirror with the picture
A picture without a frame stays strong
As well as the friendship we will forever have
The last day has come with no notice
Our last face-to-face conversations came to a stop
My mirror shatters and falls before my eyes
At least the picture of our friendship remains with no tears
poem by Sarah Bruun
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If The Camera Breaks..
Do you want to take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Do you want to take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
If it does don't expect me pay.
And if you have pour gasoline on yourself, light the fire and jump out 10 story window just to get the images out of your head.
Just don't expect me to feel guilty.
Do you want take a picture?
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Do you want take a picture.
Fine go ahead, with a clicky click, click take.
Wait, hang on a second I didn't put on my smiling face.
Now try try and try.
For with my ugliness the camera might just break.
Don't say I didn't warn you if the camera it breaks.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The World's Twilight
The hour has come.
What hour?
The two worlds are combining
What worlds?
The worlds of light and dark
Somethings are only visible in the dark or light
The dark, heartless people can't survive in the light
the heartless are trying to kill you,
run to the light
No light may shine on it.
Any lit room is safe
protect your light
Watch your light
let it burn in the night
expect the unexpected
The hour has come
What hour?
Light and dark are combining
Its the hour of Twilight
A very scary and gloomy sight to see
escepially when someone takes it away.
Every world is cut in half
It has a light side and a dark side
Choose what side you will be on.
Always watch your light
poem by Natalie Vail
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Am I Your Angel
Am I your angel of darkness?
That has been reborn again,
Into the dark,
Where my life begins,
And where love just barley begins all over again,
Am I your angel of the light?
One that is just re-beginning,
Their life in your arms,
One that is fresh and pure,
Am I your angel of the light?
Am I the darkness or the light?
One that needs the light,
Or one that needs the dark,
Am I the dark or the light?
Being in the light,
Might be better,
But living in the light to long,
Will make me go under,
Being in the darkness,
Is where I always am,
But being consumed,
Will just make me fly again,
Or could I just be your angel?
One that is mixed with both,
The dark and the light,
Maybe it would just be better,
Am I your angel?
Just flying the night sky's,
And always bringing light,
The question is,
Am I your angel?
Lover's Gifts XLII: Are You a Mere Picture
Are you a mere picture, and not as true as those stars, true as
this dust? They throb with the pulse of things, but you are
immensely aloof in your stillness, painted form.
The day was when you walked with me, your breath warm, your
limbs singing of life. My world found its speech in your voice, and
touched my heart with your face. You suddenly stopped in your walk,
in the shadow-side of the Forever, and I went on alone.
Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it
runs; it beckons me on, I follow the unseen; but you stand there,
where you stopped behind that dust and those stars; and you are a
mere picture.
No, it cannot be. Had the life-flood utterly stopped in you,
it would stop the river in its flow, and the foot-fall of dawn in
her cadence of colours. Had the glimmering dusk of your hair
vanished in the hopeless dark, the woodland shade of summer would
die with its dreams.
Can it be true that I forgot you? We haste on without heed,
forgetting the flowers on the roadside hedge. Yet they breathe
unaware into our forgetfulness, filling it with music. You have
moved from my world, to take seat at the root of my life, and
therefore is this forgetting-remembrance lost in its own depth.
You are no longer before my songs, but one with them. You came
to me with the first ray of dawn. I lost you with the last gold of
evening. Ever since I am always finding you through the dark. No,
you are no mere picture.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Light Of Darkness
I trained my soul for the lies ahead,
I saved my time for the new dawn.
I tried to decipher life using light,
I tried to purge my soul with light,
But strange as it may sound
The light didn’t heal my soul.
Do I know how to use the light?
If not, how can I reform my ways?
I craved for some knowledge.
Teach me how to use the light, I cried.
All that came was an echo,
None heard my cry.
I wondered why I wasn’t able to use the light,
Everyone knew it, but why can’t I?
My patience drained out of me,
But my will kept me on,
I tried to crawl into the light.
But then I asked myself.
Why the light? Why not darkness?
There, my cry was answered.
I found a new way to use the light,
But strange as it may sound,
The light showed me its true face,
A face that was common for all,
A face of darkness.
I ran into the new face of light,
I ran into the darkness,
And there, my life revealed itself,
I was able to purge my soul with the light of darkness.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Camera vs, Pencil
Exactly same and true
Picture of objects wonderful
The magical instrument
Captures the real image
But real things become still
Logics, camera can't fill
Images, camera only captures
Pencil gives birth to a picture
The sketches drawn by pencil
Speak and make you feel
Not only liveliness of the object
But compels one too, to interpret
Camera can't take image of soul
Pencil draws sketch of in and out
camera and pencil's combination
can fetch reality, feel and imagination
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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A Dark Side
You asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
But I always
believed in the power
and cosmic beauty
of solar energy
radiant vibrant stellar
life giving light.
You asked
if I had
a dark side.
Most of my life
has been lived
on the dark side.
Yet my heart and soul were
no part of the madness
the blackness the void
except as reluctant captive
resisting the entombing life
depleting molasses dark side.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Darkness Of Light
People regard light as a great principle,
Something that awakens our day,
Something that enables us to see in our misty minds,
Something that we all share.
But when does light share darkness,
Nobody ever thinks about when light was dark,
How it was used to kill and sacrifice,
The forgotten.
This light isn't all good,
For once it cleared the darkness,
It never fought away its return,
This darkness in which we all live in,
Is only light itself, for the earth started in darkness.
The birth is only the true state,
The Big Bang or God brang light,
But before the light there was dark,
And light was our saviour now
Our destroyed respects in the dark.
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Lady Of The Lake 2
I saw the old lady
again today
the one who lives
across the way
She took my hand
and walked me
towards the light
It was so beautiful and bright
heavenly souls all waiting in a line
but I had to close my eyes
and turn away
The old lady said
don't go back into the dark
it's time to start a new life
with souls of the same heart
I said
I've got to stay behind
and watch over my daughters life
I trust nobody but me and
her mother to make sure
she has a good start in life
so I will walk on the dark side
to be by her side
when she's made her life
and I know she's happy inside
I will come to the light
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Night and Day
I painted a picture of the day
Nature in her sweet tranquil
Her beauty was dazzling in every way
By her sun upon the hill!
I made her grasses the color green
Blue the color of the sea
In pink and red her flowers sheen
In brown, her rocks sit solitary
I painted a picture of the night
But nature has lost her spark
I colored her beauty in black and white
What glory is there in the dark?
I made her sky with dotted light
Of stars in their endless space
But there was no color to make her bright
But the moon with her golden face
I placed both pictures side by side
Media of dark and light
The night to nature, a time to hide
The day her sweet delight
Were i to vote between these two
I will give all to the day
I will paint in her a perfect view
I will have her all the way!
But wait! There is more than meet the eyes
For things are not all we see
For all stuffs are made of good and ills
Beyond our phylosophy
The day i painted with color bright
Is marred with worries and woes
And just a covering with colors and light
Of all beneath her throes.
Now, the night in her dreaded sight
When half the world is asleep
Is an illusion, a passage of day to night
Whereon i sleep free and deep
Free from all worldly pain indeed
That by day plagued every soul
And away from mortals lust and greed
Is a man's life long goal
I cannot choose one, the other bid farewell
In both, all things are one
So i kept the day, and the night as well
For both made me a man! !
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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You Only Paint The Picture Once
(Teddy Gentry/Randy Owen/Ronnie Rogers/Greg Fowler)
Look at those evening shadows
Casting a peaceful light
The sun is disappearing
It's a beautiful sight
Moments caught forever
By the master's touch
A lasting reminder
To us
You only paint the picture once
(And) you only get one chance
Take the time to do your best
While the brush is in your hand
Make sure it's just right
Before the colors dry
You can't change it once it's done
You only paint the picture once
Love is the canvas
That's where it all starts
A lifetime together
Becomes a work of art
Just look what's been created
Between your heart and mine
Oh I believe that we're one of a kind
You only paint the picture once
(And) you only get one chance
Take the time to do your best
While the brush is in your hand
Make sure it's just right
Before the colors dry
You can't change it once it's done
You only paint the picture once
It's a portrait of life
You can't live it twice
You only paint the picture once
song performed by by Alabama
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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