Revved Up
It was getting dark.
The insane curve of greed was rising.
I would not draw the boundaries
between the words.
The finch was immersed
in soliloquies and light was waiting
inside the seeds.
I open my eyes
and yell at the clouds in hyperboles
becoming stranger to myself.
Who belongs here
in slit eyes? Each flower was leaving
a blemish, for the winter.
Tell me,
who you are in the twist of reality.
A proverb is going to be taken away.
poem by Satish Verma
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Tonight I Draw Your Eyes
Tonight I draw your eyes,
With only a stare, you can unfold a thousand lies,
My broken soul seems to have found its healer,
Deeply looking at it makes me feel safer,
For in it I can see myself reflected,
How I wish I could also have those eyes,
The eyes that can make me see my true beauty,
Tonight I draw your eyes,
The eyes of the vast night sky,
So beautiful that no eyes can ever see,
For only my own heart can see it clearly,
Like a flower that is yet to be discovered,
Like a flower that rarely blooms at winter,
Like the flower which can only be seen in God's paradise.
-GanNi
poem by Geovanni Leaño
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Stranger Eyes
A-when you took the fall
And then you floated down
And then you took the jump
And you fell through clouds
Yeah then you watched the world
Beat the crowd
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
A-well a-ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Yeah you took the fall
And then you landed soft
You thought to yourself
Oo well Im not alone
You with your dark red soul
And your chaperone
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Wont you ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Ride me high
(danger [? ] stranger eyes)
Stranger eyes
Oo well I need your touch
That means so much
Oo well I need your touch
Cause it means so much
A-ride me high
Come on ride me high
(stranger eyes)
A-yeah ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Ride me high
(stranger eyes)
Oh, come on and ride me high
(danger [? ] stranger eyes)
Stranger eyes
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
(stranger [echo] stranger eyes)
[fade]
song performed by by Cars
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Krishnakali
In the village they call her the dark girl
but to me she is the flower Krishnakali
On a cloudy day in a field
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
She had no covering on her head,
her loose hair had fallen on her back.
Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelleeyes.
Two black cows were lowing,
as it grew dark under the heavy clouds.
So with anxious, hurried steps,
the dark girl came from her hut.
Raising her eyebrows toward the sky,
she listened a moment to the clouds' rumble.
Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelle-eyes.
A gust of the east wind
rippled the rice plants.
I was standing by a ridge,
alone in the field.
Whether or not she looked at me
Is known only to us two.
Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelle-eyes.
This how the Kohldark cloud
rises in the northeast in Jaistha;
the soft dark shadow
descends on the Tamal grove in Asharh;
and sudden delight floods the heart
in the night of Sravan.
Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelle-eyes.
To me she is the flower Krishnakali,
whatever she may be called by others.
In a field in Maynapara village
I saw the dark girl's dark gazelle-eyes.
She did not cover her head,
not having the time to feel embarrassed.
Dark? However dark she be,
I have seen her dark gazelle-eyes.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Dont Look To The Eyes Of A Stranger
(harris)
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the light goes down
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the night comes down
Feel someones watching you
You gotta get away
Is it the first time
Youve ever felt this scared
Feel the adrenaline pump
Your heart begins to race
Begin to run now
The sweat runs down your face
Dont know which way to turn
Youd better hide yourself
Hes getting closer now
Youd better improvise
Just hope you never reach
The point of no return
Could be the last time
You see the light of day
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the night goes down
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look trough the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the light goes down
Dont look to, dont look to
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Dont look through the eyes of a fool
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
Somebodys watching when the light goes down
Dont look to the eyes of a stranger
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Divine Light
Eyes grow dim
Darkness prevail
Aghast lightening may dazzle the eyes,
Whole surrounding be gloomy and dark
'Gentle Eye of Day' be blind.
Still be patient
Still be kind-
To know thyself and keep in mind
No light is ever brighter
No light is more shining
Than the One thou hast within
The Light Within, the Light Divine
That will tear and crumble to pieces
The gloomy clouds and dark mountains.
Know thyself
Open thy eyes-
The eyes of Faith
The eyes of Mind
And look your surroundings
All brightened
All brightened with Brightest Sun.
Thousands of candles
Thousands of lanterns
Thousands of torches can't make up a sum-
The Light of Soul
The Light of Self
The Light of joy-
The Divine wholesome.
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Lament Words
let the angel chilled its voice
as they whisper the tiredness heart
of listening, twist every
touch and wiggle the dragon tail
to hold the sis-sling
fire of the gun scattered the land
as the flesh of blood
smell the phantom of death in
each arm of
mercy
a tongue that bleeds of secrecy
brings pain to the wound,
as the eyes looks back to see
the sky that murmur; let the silent lips
return, waiting
the dangles clouds of the sky that brings rain,
oh! Dear ears value every droplet
of open window of
steering words
and push back each blue sky
to lament the guiding
flight
trim the colorful mood,
a special ingredient wash out the shadow of the
past, leaving of what is yesterday
for today is just
an element of living stone of
tomorrow
chop of what blood smell;
listen to the eyes that tell, as you
always come to see the
light of perfection …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Sun flower
In the bright sunny day
My eye’s make a flower their pray
A flower that has indeed crossed
The boundaries of the lost beauty in flowers
A flower which has a very pleasant
View and answer you’re eyes like
Looking at a creasant in the dark sky
This flowers behavior is utmost
Majestic and generous and it
Has the most delightful look
Like looking at a sunset hill
This flower is known as The sun flower
poem by Afrasiab khan
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Nobody's Home
Well I couldn't tell you why she felt that
way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes
again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she
belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the
reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't
find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she
belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry
her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...
MEONLAFESTA
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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The Illusion
As I was walking in the dark,
A glimpse of light i saw,
My eyes opened with amusement,
I giggled with all glee,
The brightness unspoken,
The light so perfect and rare
I thought i saw an angel,
Behold an illusion yet i believed,
Something made out of nothing,
Believing a lie, departing reality
The illusions of a lonely man,
Walking in the dark without aim,
Hopeless and helpless,
Finding love and seeing care,
Finding beauty in the ugly places,
Proving all wrongs to be right
Yes my eyes deceived,
Yet until the day approached,
When light lightened light,
My eyes became more open,
Yes it was an illusion
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Abaude: Your Eyes
"In an age where there is much talk about ‘being yourself, ' I reserve to myself the right to forget about being myself." Thomas Merton
When I look into the mirror
I see the perfect mime,
moving left or right, mimicing
my vanity as I comb thinning hair,
check wrinkled skin for new blemish,
try figure out who I am;
but when I look into your eyes
I see long drives, mountain roads
rising to clouds, ocean mist
washing clean the highest pines
as the eastern sky
grows bright with
morning.
Your eyes
enfold me.
Like the rising sun,
your love renews
my aging day.
poem by Steven Federle
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Outside331’sSleep
Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?
(12-13-07)
poem by Chelsea Trescott
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Nobody's Home
Well, I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.
What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Open your eyes and look outside, find the reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you've left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
Her feelings she hides.
Her dreams she can't find.
She's losing her mind.
She's fallen behind.
She can't find her place.
She's losing her faith.
She's fallen from grace.
She's all over the place.
Yeah,oh
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
She's lost inside, lost inside...oh oh yeah
song performed by by Avril Lavigne
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Summertime In The Void
i felt the break and roll of the nexus on a day when the whole world
elected to sell us out there are the hands that grab my attention
when all is what i'm giving they slow me down slower
then southern muddy rivers
when you think theres salvation when you don't want
to leave your room eyes with eyes open undreaming
when it's summertime in the void
when it's summertime in the void the sun is upside down
and facing the other way until days end with a skitzophrenic everjoy
and a sense of doubt you wait automatic and afraid
on ran the train through my solar plexis on the day i made good connection
with love out loud, home, hate and sound
and who wrote the words to my death sentence when life is what i'm living
and leaving now while i trip till time is over
when it's summertime in the void and the stars yell out your name all together
and insane 'cause they're broken words they are a noise there's
no answer for you wait automatic and afraid.
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Will winds come?
Sky was dark.
Holding thick bundles of rain inside
waiting for winds to
open bundles of rain,
take away heavy bundles
and free me to play with
white cool light clouds.
Sky was worried.
Will winds come and free me
from this dark bundles of rain
making me feel tired
making my knees paining?
When will those winds come?
How long I have to carry these dark bundles?
Waiting for winds
will I fall down
with tiring weakening bundles
of these dark clouds
in my hand?
Even the sun is moving down
with colour changing to red
going for rest for night.
When will these winds come?
Am I destined to fall down
tired and exhausted
with ever increasing burden
of these dark clouds in my hand?
10, September,2008
poem by Thomas Viruvelil
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In Loosing Control
Your translucent metaphors
Make my blue words to become
Seeds of a mirrored thinking.
My words need your metaphors to scream,
While emerging from their painful cage.
They need to be washed
Again and again
In the Light downpour.
My words need to be loved, sweetheart,
Their mad escape happens
Sometimes, in haste.
You can make them to get out
By being so well
Mixed with hate and pain.
My words may bite your lips
In a love kiss, baby.
My words need the blood of your love.
Moreover,
They need to breathe your love
In loosing control.
Your words are leaves,
Sometimes,
Being carried off their knowledge to spread
Inside of me
For changing something-
Your very red, orange and yellow words,
Preceding the white silence of our winter.
Your words, my love,
Can become icy cubs slipping into my hot mouth
To kill my silence.
In-between dark and light,
In our secret dawns,
You make me miss their sweet touch
Inside of me
In making them to be
Love.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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My Fathers Eyes
(by eric clapton)
Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
When I look in my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow.
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, Ive realized
Thats when I need them,
Thats when I need my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Thats when I need my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
Im like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, Ive realized
That he was here with me;
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
I looked into my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Eyes Wide Open
Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.
Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?
Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.
What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?
What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.
Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.
Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.
poem by Louis Rams
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Christmas comes not in a Star
the night fall of shadow and the morning ray comes
in an evening daylight of the night fall, my dear one;
come and settle down in your knees, for every moment
to call wouldn’t touch again at your face
the twilight whisper your day, wishing each path to
step in a reality of moves, on the threshold of crossroad
success, where your heart stumbles to fall; and always
follow the star that the heart listen, close not your eyes
for the wishing star welcome that moment to full
the spirituality of stewardship leads nothing but to share
the bounty of gift amidst the catacomb of greed of
satisfaction, even the star promise not the heart to give;
for the lonely road push every heart desire to the sanctity
of your wonderful tomorrow
the future waits less than a scourging of a thorn and a
muddy of awakening high beauty, as it capture the
magnificent light of wonderful entity of gladness, for the
star shines not the light every night, nor do glows
shadow of the mystical light, but it capture the darkest
edge, where everybody is blind to hold
now, as the heart ceases, every delight of star; today
command and say, to open your splendid hands in every
ways, and the flickering Christmas, wouldn’t see in your
chaotic loom of the night and trumpet shout that the
waiting is over for the sky will bright, yell! the yuletide
season welcome your open eyes
let’s believe that the heart makes it open, each star to the
season of every Christmas of the night in our lives …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Nightboat
Standing on the edge of the quay
No light flashes on the water for me
Fog in my mind darkness in my eyes
Silently screaming for a distant sound
Ripple river yellows
Rising for a breath of breeding and drowns
Stillness overcomes me in the night
Listen to the rising water moan
Waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Shadows all through me shudder away
Echo me echo me am I alone
Or is the river alive cause it
Echoes me echoes me echoes me
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting
Im waiting, waiting for the nightboat
Im waiting for the nightboat
song performed by by Deftones
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Lotus Flower
I dream of you open like the pale Lotus flower
The petals of your nether lips moist with
dew drops of honey nectar
your inner flesh luscious and splayed
pink to red like a strawberry
I stare at your belly rising and falling
My eyes moving upward to the swell
Of soft round white mountains capped with dark currants
The odor of your honey melon
rising from the wings of your hips
reaches my flared nostrils
it is the sea and mist
a grotto of joyous communion
a soft lovely nest of lust
waiting for the lash of my tongue
poem by George Murdock
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