Song Whispers
An eye from the sky
and lullaby lyrics
Once upon a time
destined to grow
but not to be born
or experience the meaning
of mortality
This sweet brown gal
has a passion and love
for philosophy that gives
me the opportunity
to become one life
in a religon
that only belongs within
the Signs of the Times
poem by Shai Cherry
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Passion Of Tomorrow
PASSION OF TOMORROW
The passion of tomorrow
The lost passion for a stranger
The new passion of all days
The passion of tomorrow
Won’t be the only sorrow
Kissing you makes me feel dizzy
Wondering why are you still busy
Let go of yourself surrender
Open up to the sweet offender
The passion of today
Won’t let it go away
Even though forbidden
Keep the entangled hidden
Wish for your embrace
I feel like being in a haze
The passion of yesterday
Belongs to other days
Walks on the shore are gone
Watching the sun go down
Flows of tears were shed
until my heart was over fed
The passion of tomorrow
I just want it to grow and grow
I get troubled by love night mares
Torn between the no or do I dare
For you I feel this nagging hunger
Striking me like hundreds of thunders
The passion of tomorrow
The lost passion for a stranger
The new passion of all days
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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The Passion Principle
Passion, passion, passion!
The passionate principle of my love to my lover;
I have been missing you my sweet one.
Every night i do sleep and dream of you,
Every day i do pray and remember you;
Like in every movement of mine withouit you.
This is the passion principle to my heart,
This is the love that feels my soul!
My love, my heart and my mind are always on you;
For i have been missing you my sweet one.
My lover where are you?
I need you beside me;
You are the winning urge to push me on,
And i have been thinking of you.
Passion, passion, passion!
You are to push me through the rough trials of life;
Like the passionate love beside the still waters.
We don't need to hide from each other,
For every move i make is towards you;
You are still in my heart,
You are still on my mind,
For your passionate principle are destined to me;
I have been missing you my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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And What Of Passion?
Can it be passion
That gives meaning to joy
Which results in emotions
Excelling in ardent employ?
Passion is wholly
Transforming, it transcends
Then creates sacred fires
In the heart that burn without end.
Chaotic and wild
At times it obsesses
But acts out deep fantasies
With a profound zeal - nothing less.
Rapturous passion
Exults in desiring
Each day's opportunity
To infuse spice into it's fire.
Passion means living
To fullness our loving,
Giving all to another
With unrestrained fervour as proof.
Primordial life
Inspires every heartbeat
With pure authenticity.
Pulsating energy defeats
Boredom - -
Passion is unbeatable.
Lullaby, Oh, Lullaby!
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Stars are up, the moon is peeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
While the birds are silence keeping,
(Lullaby, oh, lullaby!)
Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping,
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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I Was Born To Love You (Mercury)
I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU
WITH EVERY SINGLE BEAT OF MY HEART
YES, I WAS BORN TO TAKE CARE OF YOU
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU...
YOU ARE THE ONE FOR ME
I AM THE MAN FOR YOU
YOU WERE MADE FOR ME
YOURE MY ECSTASY
IF I WAS GIVEN EVERY OPPORTUNITY
ID KILL FOR YOUR LOVE
SO TAKE A CHANCE WITH ME
LET ME ROMANCE WITH YOU
IM CAUGHT IN A DREAM
AND MY DREAMS COME TRUE
ITS HARD TO BELIEVE
THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME
AN AMAZING FEELING
COMIN THROUGH
I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU...
I WANNA LOVE YOU
I LOVE EVERY LITTLE THING ABOUT YOU
I WANNA LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU, LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
YES, I WAS BORN TO LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
BORN TO LOVE YOU
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
I WAS BORN TO TAKE CARE OF YOU
EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY LIFE
song performed by by Queen
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Lullaby
Should just hug you goodbye
But I just cant walk away from paradise
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
And we can revisit us one more time
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
Hey boy, whats going on
Thanks, Im doing okay
Dont believe rumours- hey
Hows your family
Please say hello for me
Guess weve both grown up a bit
But I have to admit
It really still feels good
Here by your side
Sitting right next to you
Just like I used to do
You know we cant deny
No one else in our lives
Holds a candle to you and i
Should just hug you goodbye
But I just cant walk away from paradise
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
And we can revisit us one more time
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
I should just hug you goodbye
But I just cant walk away from paradise
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
And we can revisit us one more time
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
So here we are again
All by ourselves
So familiar you know
That it actually almost feels like deja vu
Of that night on the roof
We kissed under the sky amid city lights
A sudden flashback to so long ago
In the dark all alone
With our bodies this close
Guess some things never change
cause I still melt away
When you touch me
And say my name
Should just hug you goodbye (baby)
But I just cant walk away from paradise (so I guess)
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
(Ill come and love you to sleep)
And we can revisit us one more time
(revisit paradise for a while)
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight (by your side)
(lullaby)
I should just hug you goodbye (see I know I should but boy)
But I just cant walk away from paradise
(you just look so good)
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
(so Ill sing that song)
And we can revisit us one more time
(you like to hear me sing as we revisit us)
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
(it feels, feels good)
I should just hug you goodbye
(I cant walk away
But I just cant walk away from paradise
From paradise so Ill take you home and sing to you baby)
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
And we can revisit us one more time
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
(though I know that I should just)
I should just hug you goodbye
(oh I cant, ...cause you)
But I just cant walk away from paradise
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
(you and I both know)
And we can revisit us one more time
(nobody else in our lives holds a candle to you and I)
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
I should just hug you goodbye shhh!
(so hush pretty baby)
But I just cant walk away from paradise
(mmm,its just me and you yeah, as we relive the splendor of you and I)
So I guess Ill sing you that sweet lullaby
And we can revisit us one more time
Yes, Ill come home with you tonight
(Im gonna sing our sweet lullaby)
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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a Country
How can we determine what a country is?
If everyone of us wants to bind
a different meaning to it? Finding our own salvation
our own destruction in it?
That it is a region wherein we exist,
have to make a living, a region that is differentiated for us,
obtained through a struggle in which a flag and anthem
have to bind together but at times rather divide
a place wherein we are born
or of which with time we have become children
which we recognize as our own
and from which we are inseparable,
is no new knowledge, but that life sprouts
from the piece of ground that is own to each one,
that we experience the wonders
in our lives, times that we share with one another
and that we are together in this place and time
where everyone wants to be treated worthy as a human,
with the ability
to make a living on merit
wanting to protect that which we possess
and want to preserve it, trying to save our possessions,
lives and time
to keep to the length of days
where everyone can talk his own language, can write
uniquely perpetrate an own culture
and being able to safe the majesty
of nature for our children and their children
are some of the things that I claim legitimately
and by laws and oppression
the government
is showing me the door
so as if my own country
is not innate to me and only belongs to some?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sweet Chilean Brown!
In her presence
There was the usual 'I love you' sentence
And if I have to make reference
What I felt for her was without pretense
Getting together again was a mutual decision
Kissing and love-making was a daily exhibition
I remember when we lay in front of the television
Speaking about individual and collective visions
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Gone is my number one fan
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She took off and ran
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!
Years ago there were those signs
That stated she will never be mine
But I opened the same door
I ought to have locked before
The beginning of madness
While my story ends with sadness
What is it about love?
What is it about her?
Or what is it about me
That makes me think I can set myself free?
In a world full of rules and numerous fools
I should have just allowed her fantasy to be
For love is what you feel in-depth and physically see
Sweet Chilean Brown!
I think of her without a frown
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Call me a clown wearing a cloudy gown
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! Twice she wore my crown!
Why did she bother to get in touch?
Telling me she loved me so much
So many years had come and gone
But she still knew how to turn me on
As the past enveloped to a present of fun
Today I sit absorbed in my fairy tale
Reading and thinking over our old emails
The smell of her hair still lingers near
Her poetic writing is ever so enlightening
Her smile regularly captivates me for a while
Is love forever?
Or is love disguised as very clever?
Can you love again someone from your past?
And will that kind of love really, really last
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Gone is my number one fan
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She took off and ran
Sweet Chilean Brown!
Yes! Yes! She ran off with another man!
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Who Can See It
Ive been held up,
Ive been run down
I can see quite clearly now
Through those past years,
When I played towing the line.
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now,
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
Ive lived in fear,
Ive been out there,
Ive been round and
Seen my share
Of this sad world
And all the hate,
That its stirred
I only ask,
That what I know,
Should not be denied me now
As its been learned,
And I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it
I only ask, that what I feel,
Should not be denied me now
As its been earned, and
I have seen my life belongs to me
My love belongs to who can see it.
My love belongs to who . . .
song performed by by George Harrison
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Let It Grow
(by eric clapton)
Im standin at the crossroads
Tryin to read the signs
To tell me which way I should
Go to find the answer
And all the time I know
Let your love and let it grow.
Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun and in the snow
Love is lovely, let it grow.
Lookin for a reason
To check out on my mind.
Its so hard to find a
Friend that I can count on.
Theres nothin left to show,
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
Time is gettin shorter
And theres much for you to do,
Only askn you will get what you are needin,
The rest is up to you.
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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A Girl Called Passion
Dreaming my life one day at a time,
Thinking of what I did was wrong or insane.
Thinking of you how you were always so true,
I know you was always in motions,
And someone told me you name is passion.
So I want you to know that I was born to love you,
Each day of my life is meant to be looking at the moon.
Love is like magic and it always will be,
My love still remains strong as never did.
Love works in ways that are passion and strange,
And there's nothing in life that love cannot change.
Passion can transform you Into beauty and splendour,
Your sweetness and grace can be always tender.
Your passion is unselfish, understanding and kind,
I love you with my heart and with my mind.
Your passion is the answer that everyone seeks,
Passion is the language, that every everyone speaks.
Dreaming my life one day at a time,
Thinking of what I did was wrong or insane.
Thinking of you how you were always so true,
I know you was always in motions,
And someone told me you name is passion.
poem by Gianni Pintus
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Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
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A Song of the Republic
Sons of the South, awake! arise!
Sons of the South, and do.
Banish from under your bonny skies
Those old-world errors and wrongs and lies.
Making a hell in a Paradise
That belongs to your sons and you.
Sons of the South, make choice between
(Sons of the South, choose true),
The Land of Morn and the Land of E'en,
The Old Dead Tree and the Young Tree Green,
The Land that belongs to the lord and the Queen,
And the Land that belongs to you.
Sons of the South, your time will come –
Sons of the South, 'tis near –
The "Signs of the Times", in their language dumb,
Fortell it, and ominous whispers hum
Like sullen sounds of a distant drum,
In the ominous atmosphere.
Sons of the South, aroused at last!
Sons of the South are few!
But your ranks grow longer and deeper fast,
And ye shall swell to an army vast,
And free from the wrongs of the North and Past
The land that belongs to you.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Upon My Lap My Sovereign Sits
Upon my lap my sovereign sits
And sucks upon my breast;
Meantime his love maintains my life
And gives my sense her rest.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
When thou hast taken thy repast,
Repose, my babe, on me;
So may thy mother and thy nurse
Thy cradle also be.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
I grieve that duty doth not work
All that my wishing would,
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
Yet as I am, and as I may,
I must and will be thine,
Though all too little for thyself
Vouchsafing to be mine.
Sing lullaby, my little boy,
Sing lullaby, mine only joy!
poem by Martin Peerson
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The Meaning Of Life
Long I have pondered the meaning of my existance
The answers I believe exist deep within a soul
It's in the beauty that lives around us every waking moment
It is lullaby's sweet melody calling us back to slumber
It's the spectacular sunrise of another beautiful day
The smell of fresh meadow flowers opening in mornings dew
It's the smile of a complete stranger as you pass on life's journey
It's the contented laughter of an infant at play
It's that touch of affection from someone held so dear
That look of complete and utter love in their eye's
It's the tears that flow freely from someone in pain
It's all the things we see in life that we think nothing of
The meaning of life is what we choose to make it
The time we take to absorb the very fabric of life around us
The effort we put into making someone's day a little brighter
But mostly it's the love we show when needed by those around us
Embrace the birth of each new day with enthusiasm
Smile at the rising of the sun, feel it warm your very soul
Let those around you know just how much you care
Because the meaning of life, is quite simply... To live it...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Romantic Intentions
As the darkness of the night sets in
Wonderous dreams of romance begin
Couples walking hand in hand in the moonlight
Wishing dreams of sweet delight
They gaze into each others eyes
Oblivious to time as it passes by
Their lips meet in an act of lustful passion
Sweet adoration for each other never going out of fashion
Uninhiberted acts of love making throughout the night
Accompanied with joyous gasps of sweet delight
Destined to be together until the end of days
Will their love last forever full of passion and blaze.
poem by Paolo Giovanni Lonewolf Marra
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Father To His Little Girl
When you grow my little girl
before you give your life a whirl
come to me if I'm still around
so I may help you
keep your feet on the ground.
For boys grow quickly into men
and thoughts of girls have no end.
They do not see you as I do,
still my little girl of two,
innocent and sweet and quite demure
with a heart that is always pure.
What they see
are outward signs.
That is all that's
on their minds.
And what's to become of you my sweet
if I am gone and you do meet
one who cannot bring you love?
Will I look down from up above
and cry?
I pray my girl that I shan't die
until you are wrapped
in the arms of love,
just as I'm doing now.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Innocent Times
By eric clapton and marcy levy
I was a child born so free;
It seems that time has put age on me.
And when I grow old, will I once again find
All of those sweet, innocent times?
I was a child born without fear;
It seems that time has placed me here.
With no freedom to laugh, theres more reason to cry.
I really miss those innocent times.
I used to feel joy in my soul,
But now my sorrow has taken control.
As I look around I pray, lord be kind;
Just one more taste of those innocent times.
As I look around I pray, lord be kind;
Just one more taste of those innocent times,
Just one more taste of those innocent times.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Something Interseting Sestina #1
as long as you live, there is love
but in the recceses rise hate
all these words I draw with passion
with nothig to support me, except my faith
but to others my philosophy seems fake
so I go eat in a kitchen
build me a broken kitchen
that can be worsen by love
a kitchen that make all truth fake
one that is made whole with hate.
There I can vehemently laugh at those with faith,
there I have no time for passion
I have no time for you because you have no time for me dear passion
that's why you can't be a recipe in my kitchen
an the essence in my food is not threw faith
don't love
lie, loath, be livid, and hate
understand such rules with sincerity, don't be fake
yes I say that because the mind of the world is fake
no true passion
much mocked hate
but all is genuine and true in my kitchen
no false love
and lots of thrawted faith
tried faith
and to others this isn't fake
the situation is as real as love
and love as real as unforgiven passion
and both passion and love will destory my uncanny kitchen
which is established by raw hate
that word hate
miss understood by those that don't know the meaning of its faith
but all my creations thrives on it in my kitchen
and yes I will assure you no thing is fake
plus all creations are made without passon
and all creations in my kitchen are mained by love
So come in with hate, and finally take in all creation that's not fake
renew and change your faith, and here make lame all passion
in my kitchen, the place that no one love.
poem by Victoria Lee
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Brokedown Palace
Fare you well, my honey, fare you well my only true one.
All the birds that were singing are flown, except you alone.
Going to leave this brokedown palace,
On my hand and knees, I will roll, roll, roll.
Make myself a bed in the waterside,
In my time, I will roll, roll roll.
In a bed, in a bed, by the waterside I will lay my head.
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
River going to take me, sing sweet and sleepy,
Sing me sweet and sleepy all the way back home.
Its a far gone lullaby, sung many years ago.
Mama, mama many worlds Ive come since I first left home.
Goin home, goin home, by the riverside I will rest my bones,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
Going to plant a weeping willow,
On the banks green edge it will grow, grow, grow.
Sing a lullaby beside the water,
Lovers come and go, the river roll, roll, roll.
Fare you well, fare you well, I love you more than words can tell,
Listen to the river sing sweet songs, to rock my soul.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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