Like The Haze
like the haze
you will stay only for a while
you have been unwanted by the light of the sun
and so after dusk
you shall depart and be lost
together with the darkness and the cold
you live there
the home of the haze
the place where doubt blooms
like the tiny yellow flowers
the leaves are made of
confusions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's haze, hard haze...
It's haze, hard haze,
As a veil as a shroud...
And there, in two steps,
It is war behind the haze.
And the battles go on,
But we can't take part in them,
We're absolutly chained by haze to earth now -
We are the air workers of the war.
It's haze, hard haze
On past events, on life.
And so far, in distant land
There is our house fine.
And in front dugout hut
We are dreaming of the child,
That we were in past, but now we to adults grown -
We are the air workers of the war.
It's haze, grey haze...
It will come and again.
And so far in distant land
There is love behind the haze.
And the brides will wait for long,
When we could from war return,
And, alas, not all will then return to home...
We are the air workers of the war...
song, music by A. Kolker, lyrics by K. Ryzhov, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Land Of Grief
I know the place that you are in
Oh yes, I know it well
By day you wander through it
It seems that's where you dwell
But a heavy haze clouds everything
You struggle just to breathe
What once was so familiar
Is shrouded in your grief
My place was just like your place
But different, made for me
I too saw what you see
My grief a withered tree
And when night comes and friends are gone
And you are all alone
The haze reminds with it's cold touch
They're never coming home
You'll never have them back my friend
You're pleading is in vain
No ropes of words will help you
No tears shed in the rain
You can take my hand if you want to
While you learn to heal the pain
I'm here if you should need me
Just turn and call my name
poem by Maria Manias
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The Haze...
A Haze Of Hurt, Had Me Blue
A Deep, Drenching, Melancholy Hue
Cooled Ardor, Still Missing You
As, A Sure-As-Azure, Wind Blew
An Indigo-Downcast, Drifts Into
Memories, Over and Through
Moments, Not Sapphire-True
… Just A Haze Of Misty Blue
Thru A Haze Of Red
Rage Ran Ahead
As Ache Demanded, Anger Be Fed
For Each Scalding Teardrop, Shed
As Each Burning Hearthrob, Bled
Lying Lonely On Crimson Bed
Like Some Scarlett O’Hara, Missing Rhett
... In A Claret Haze, Blood-Red
Then Came, A Haze Of Yellow
Which At First, Was Simply Sallow
Only Because Hindsight, Was Shallow
Then Sunset Glowed, Amber-Mellow
Flowing, Like Honey, Healing Like Aloe
Warm, Like A Long-Lit-Candle Tallow
Golden Flame, Chased Your Shadow …
... Back To Your Haze: A Streak Of Yellow
Look! A Purple Mountain Haze
Now, I Am At Peak-Phase
High Enough, To Admiringly Gaze
At Hills and Ridges Of Life’s Pace
Arms Filled With Violets and Lilacs’ Grace
In An Amethyst-Adorned, Amour-Embrace
Ripe, Purple Grapes, I Pluck and Taste
... In My Purple Horizon Haze
Written & ©: 2/18/10
By: The MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Keep Some Space
Work but worry less
Keep in your heart some space
For things like a different day
To see the pranks clouds play
Film of haze the mist weaves
Trail of light the dusk leaves!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. in a quick movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again, until his presence is no longer soli
Ontained in one or the other. in this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding scenery melting into a purple haze. with a sudden rush of energy up both spinal c
S, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.
All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing and without a single blossom falling from the sky. yet it fills everything with its mysterious intoxicating presence.
Over to you.
When its cold, it come slow
It is warm, just watch it grow
- all around me
It is here. it is now.
Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.
Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.
It is chicken, it is eggs,
It is in between your legs.
It is walking on the moon,
Leaving your cocoon.
It is the jigsaw. it is purple haze.
It never stays in one place, but its not a passing phase,
It is in the singles bar, in the distance of the face
It is in between the cages, it is always in a space
It is here. it is now.
Any rock can be made to roll
If youve enough of it to pay the toll
It has no home in words or goal
Not even in your favourite hole
It is the hope for the dope
Who rides the horse without a hoof
It is shaken not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.
When you eat right through it you see everything alive
It is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think that its pretentious, youve been taken for a ride.
Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide
It is here. it is now
It is real. it is rael
cos its only knock and knowall, but I like it...
song performed by by Genesis
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why did he choose Ida Bauer as her theme?
ALL over i watch
the story on film, a woman
is waiting for the train to arrive
at noon
and asks what time does it leave
and she always gets the answer
3 a.m.
and she waits
then the train trails slowly disappear
from her eyes
and the haze in front of her
takes her back
to her youth in the house where
her mother died
the story may not be true
as later on it gets too twisted focusing
on suppressed desires
that of Ida
i read the poem
his later doing and i begin to understand
why he writes on something
using some images
that i can barely figure out
it is the haze
it is always the haze that dissolves the rails
of the train
that takes us back home to the place
where our
roots lay rotten
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Misty Water
By the town of straight and narrow,
Theres a dark and misty place.
Everything is hazy,
So the people are afraid.
All except marias daughters,
Who believe in misty ways.
Everything is lovely,
In a misty morning glaze.
I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters,
They like misty water.
I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters,
Take a sip of misty water.
Though maria is not lovely,
Shes the lady of my dreams.
cause I see my lady,
Through a misty, silky screen.
And seeing is believing,
But I cant believe my eyes.
Everything is lovely,
In a misty paradise.
I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters,
They like misty water.
They like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters,
Take a sip of misty water.
I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters,
They like misty water.
They like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters,
They like misty water.
I like misty water,
I like fog and haze.
Anne maria and her daughters...
song performed by by Kinks
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Puple Haze
Puple haze
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things dont seem the same
Actin funny but I dont know why
scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Dont know if Im comin up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
Whaterever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh I dont know
Yeah!
Purple haze was all in my eyes
Dont know if its day or night
Youve got me blowin, blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
Who knows?
Help me
Yeah
Come on now
Tell me
Tell me
Etc.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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A Home
no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years
those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grown into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
haze and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Purple Haze
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same
Acting funny but i don't know why
'scuse me while i kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if i'm climbin up or down
Am i happy or in misery
Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me
Help me help me
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blown blown my mind
Is it tomorrow or the end of time
Help me help me
song performed by by Cure
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Take Hold Of The Flame
We see the light of those who find
A world has passed them by
To late to save a dream thats growing cold
We realize that fate must hide its face
From those who try
To see the distant signs of unforetold
Oh... oh, take hold
From a haze came a rage of thunder
Distant signs of darkness on the way
Fading cries scream of pain and hunger
But in the night the light will guide your way
So take hold of the flame
Dont you see lifes a game
So take hold of the flame
Youve got nothing to lose, but everything to gain
Ride, to a place beyond our time
Reach, for the edges of your mind, and you are there
See, that the light will find its way
Back to a place where it will stay, make it stay
Throw down the chains of oppression that bind you
With the air of freedom the flame grows bright
We are the strong, the youth united
We are one, we are children of the light
So take hold of the flame
Dont you see lifes a game
So take hold of the flame
Youve got nothing to lose, but everything to gain
song performed by by Queensryche
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Purple Haze
Purple Haze all in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same
Acting funny but I don't know why
Excuse me while i kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm coming up or down
Am i happy or in misery
What ever it is that girl put a spell on me
Help me Help me
Oh i don't know
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You've got me blowin,blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time
Who knows?
Help me
Oh yeah
Come on know
Tell me
Tell me
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Evil Darkness
Slowly darkness decends as the sensible run and hide,
because with the dark comes the mist, like a dank chilling tide.
The moon shines weakly through the haze as though very afraid,
in the darkness of the night, a new terror will be concieved and made.
The mist moves slowly but for a moment and then is very still,
in the dim light stands a creature, tall and coldly evil.
No form does it have to touch or kill, no way to pull it down,
but ice cold power does it hold, and in your own terror you will drown.
Now one sensless fool puts aside his fear, he will face this evil foe,
this night he will stand his ground, but the out-come would not be so.
Drawn into this evil he was absorbed but for one dropp of blood,
for there upon the ground that night, a new evil grew from the mud.
Now a new evil has been concieved and together on dark nights will roam,
so when it's dark and dank outside.....be sure to stay at home!
poem by Ruth warren
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Bats of Darkness
As I see the sun
my heart floats like a balloon
I'd hate to admit it
but i'm acting like an idiot
We all know that light will die
as darkness creeps up upon the muddy soil under our feet
As the sun goes down
bats are not sleeping
As dusk weaves itself over our sky
darkness awakes with our bats
Most people think the sun will come back
after we wake the next day, not a fact
Darkness will stay as long as we shall live
and we turn into bats
The winged creatures of the night woke up
from the jolly spirit of the day
Bats shall live forever,
will feast on fruit
The sun is gone and the flowers run away
for without the sun they all die
Do you fear us?
poem by Stephen Black
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High School Days Of Haze
High school days of haze
Awakened in a twilight zone
Of a mindset of self-doubt
And indulgence.
Where each day fathoms
a pretentious existence
Of what is real doesn't matter
And what matter isn't real
High school days of haze
Strapped in a wrist
Is scared secrecy
Of a friendship bracelet
Plastered in the mimicry
Of Smiley faces
That will cut you,
In words and rumors
High school days of haze
Will birth a bully
Out of tombstone
And give rise to young dolts
Of cowardly endeavors;
that collects a heterogeneous mix
as in a fine filter of friends
From foes
High school days of haze
Where originality is a desire
Sough, but rarely obtained
the indifferent have
Found their difference
In a society of poise
The awkwardly corky
Grim in their authenticity
cultivates success
With hard work and creativity
High school days of haze
Where half dreaming
Become half wakefulness
So better smell the roses
For the throne have spikes
and the dartboard is you.
poem by Gebrela Ganao
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Lost in the dark
I walk through the dawn
Onto the day
The light shines around me
The warmth fills my body
I rest peacefully in the sun
I awake at noon
And glance around at the colors
The vibrant shades and vivid hues
Like a painting of serenity
I feel calm and contempt
I wander the way
I find myself pacing
Without any purpose
I walk back the way
And listen to the silence
Then drift to sleep
As I close my eyes
The darkness creeps closer
The swirling oblivion engulfs me
And I am swallowed by dusk
I became one with the veil of shadows
Becoming lost in the haze of night
poem by Logan Fulk
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On The Porch At The Frost Place, Franconia, N. H.
So here the great man stood,
fermenting malice and poems
we have to be nearly as fierce
against ourselves as he
not to misread by their disguises.
Blue in dawn haze, the tamarack
across the road is new since Frost
and thirty feet tall already.
No doubt he liked to scorch off
morning fog by simply staring through it
long enough so that what he saw
grew visible. "Watching the dragon
come out of the Notch," his children
used to call it. And no wonder
he chose a climate whose winter
and house whose isolation could be
stern enough to his wrath and pity
as to make them seem survival skills
he'd learned on the job, farming
fifty acres of pasture and woods.
For cash crops he had sweat and doubt
and moralizing rage, those staples
of the barter system. And these swift
and aching summers, like the blackberries
I've been poaching down the road
from the house where no one's home --
acid at first and each little globe
of the berry too taut and distinct
from the others, then they swell to hold
the riot of their juices and briefly
the fat berries are perfected to my taste,
and then they begin to leak and blob
and under their crescendo of sugar
I can taste how they make it through winter. . . .
By the time I'm back from a last,
six-berry raid, it's almost dusk,
and more and more mosquitos
will race around my ear their tiny engines,
the speedboats of the insect world.
I won't be longer on the porch
than it takes to look out once
and see what I've taught myself
in two months here to discern:
night restoring its opacities,
though for an instant as intense
and evanescent as waking from a dream
of eating blackberries and almost
being able to remember it, I think
I see the parts -- haze, dusk, light
broken into grains, fatigue,
the mineral dark of the White Mountains,
the wavering shadows steadying themselves --
separate, then joined, then seamless:
the way, in fact, Frost's great poems,
like all great poems, conceal
what they merely know, to be
predicaments. However long
it took to watch what I thought
I saw, it was dark when I was done,
everywhere and on the porch,
and since nothing stopped
my sight, I let it go.
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poem by William Matthews
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A Heavy Heart
There’s a heaviness upon my heart, at times it seems to not depart.
But Christ who lives within my heart, will never leave me nor depart.
I need to focus more upon The Lord, for by Him I am never ignored.
I need to seek His lasting peace, a peace I known will never cease.
This heaviness will soon subside, for by The Lord I am not denied.
I will get through this present test, as He does for me what is best.
For His eyes are ever watching me, as I journey home to Eternity,
Underneath are His everlasting arms, protecting me from all harm.
I know that God will always care, even though I am feeling despair.
I must fully trust God’s loving hand, even when I do not understand.
For He watches me from up above, who am I to doubt God’s love?
Only He knows what’s best for me, especially in the light of Eternity.
I am simply one single man, in God’s all encompassing eternal plan.
And though I am only a tiny part, Christ shall never leave my heart.
So as the darkness envelopes me, I need to be mindful of Eternity.
For though it seems dark as night, I will soon see His Eternal Light.
Present darkness I need not fear, for I know Christ is always near.
His Grace is what saved me friend; and He will see me to the end.
The Lord when the time is right, shall at the end show me the light.
And once again His Light will shine, for I am His and Christ is mine.
(Copyright ©05/2005)
The Taste of Cold Dregs
(a whisper reaches your ear:
‘nobody likes the taste of cold dregs…’
and you attach no meaning to it)
you linger reposed beneath the sinking light
the soft yellow glow that rightfully
belongs
to yesterday
and your face reflects
in the thin sheet of glass
behind which you remain
separate
from everybody you’ve met
and everybody
you’ve yet to meet
your fingertips resonate with your
identity
your mind resonates with
nothing
(it seems you‘ve misplaced your identity)
emptiness
and a pretentious cup of tea
is all you’re living for
and you are defined only
by tea leaves and a herbal scent
upon your breath
(and you’ve never seen the future
in your tea leaves…
you’ve never even looked)
your imprints defile
a cracked cup
splattered with fading
flowers
and as the world passes by
you remain on your stool
(reflecting the soft yellow light)
sipping and sipping and sipping
your life away
In tiny portions
leaving only the fingerprints on your cup
and the cold, black dregs
(which taste bitter on your tongue)
to suggest
that you were ever there…
poem by Abby Koning
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Running Out Of Days
Theres too much work and Im spent
Theres too much pressure and I admit
I got no time to move ahead
Have you heard one thing that Ive said
And all these little things in life they all create this haze
Theres too many things to get done, and Im running out of days
And I cant last here for so long
I feel this current its so strong
It gets me further down the line
It gets me closer to the line
And all these little things in life they all create this haze
Theres too many things to get done, and Im running out of days
All these little things in life they all create this haze
Theres too many things to get done, and Im running out of days
Will all these little things in life they all create this haze
And now Im running out of time I cant see through this haze
My friend tell me why it has to be this way
Theres too many things to get done, and Im running out of days
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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