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To whom it may concern

As the moon argues with clouds
In winter's tormented sky
A frail life lingers in the shadows
Waiting for deaths hello
To glide over the river of Styx
On the spirit of his funeral swan.
.
Through frosted windows,
A whispered orb appears
Hovering over mortal conscience
Mirrored in masked apparitions,
Around the candles flicker.

Voices fill the room
Calling the cemeteries dead
Calling witness to this passing
And In the Rocking chair a figure

Speaking, plumes of mist
Looking from a dark abyss
Where once there was a face,
The scratching of a Quill,
Writing, moving across a veil of grey,
Hiding the pages beneath

The quill of mankind
Is Here to empty your soul,
Though your heart will try and hide,
The truth,
The person that is you.

For in his wisdom
Creation gave you a conscience
And that will always betray
This person that was you
And another testimony is taken
In the trial of Mankind

poem by Steven Cooke
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God's Canvas Above

The Artist behind the canvas above, the sky's what I'm speaking of,
Stretched above so wide and blue, every day a painting brand new,
God's painting above for all to see, painted by The Lord of Eternity,
The canvas above God's Creation, visible by every man and nation.

He begins every day with the sun, The Creator's Light for everyone,
Keeping God's touch in mind, sometimes the sun He hides behind,
Those clouds, so white and full, all through The Lord's creative rule,
When the Lord does paint the sky, which is seen through every eye.

God ends each day not the same, although the clouds may remain,
As night begins He paints the sun, well over this earth's far horizon,
Turning the sky to a black canopy, to paint those stars that we see,
With the sun replaced by the moon, along with stars that are strewn.

This is just the sky above my friend, for God's Creation has no end,
It goes beyond what we can see, for God is The Creator of Eternity,
But, what God chooses to display, is a witness to all nations today,
His witness that men come to know, The Lord above all men below.

God's Creation, to all mankind, is The Creators testimony to remind,
There's a Creator beyond the sky, One, Who created both you and I,
Whose witness creates accountability, for every person that can see,
That above man there is a Creator, Who sent Christ to be our Savior.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Little person in the well

Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look at
You must linger here

Must you be out of sight
From something with no eyes

Little person in the well
Why are you still here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must linger here

Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows

Must you hide so nothing can find you
When nothing's searching

Little person in the shadows
Why are you sitting here
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must hide in the shadows

Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it

You run from every thing
When nobody's chasing you

Little person running on
Why don't you ever stop
Is life so hard to look upon
That you must keep running from it

The little person in the well
Has a secret to share
The little person hiding in the dark
Has a secret to be told
The little person always running
Has a secret thats never been heard

The little people that you hear of
Are just like me

March 2006

poem by Jessie Li here
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Fear and Pleasure

pain is the residuals of fear, there is no fear in
the absent of acceptance, for only the mind
can rebuke the suffering of the heart

as the truth comes in a most awaited moment of
your life, the wisdom identify the soul of where
the conscience lives, it is the fear of the Lord where
the wisdom begins; a complete vow and obedient
to the giver of knowledge would guide every pleasure
to overcome fear

entangled between fear and pleasure destroyed the
unifying force that strengthen each aura to a seeking
soul to feel and accept pleasure without fear

make this fear a pleasure of strength, for what
ever encountered pleasure the one who give this
fear, be pleasured in His creation

be the pleasure be assured that what make best
for everybody may leads us to the unity of the soul
that lives in each conscience we possess

the fearless warriors has awaken the pleasure that
the Lord God bestowed, never fear of what pleasure
comes in your life, harmonize the soul with in your
conscience and live the body with the heart that exist

a fear that brings pleasure is a human impulse of
what to become worthy to the kingdom of the God, for
what ever is given, is a gift received and be shared
to all mankind..... and the acceptance brings us to
the pleasure without fear

poem by Antonio Liao
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5. 8. 6.

I see danger
On the corner sent by me
Shadows the ways
Straight away you ran from me
I heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
I heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
I hear silence
I hear silence in my heart [house]
From a distance
Turn your back and run [hide] from me
Heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
Heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
When it happens
You will be no friend of mine
Take the first chance
When I am no longer free
Heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
Heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
In the future
When you want me in your heart
I wont be there [help you]
If you call out in the dark
Heard you calling
Yes, I heard you calling
Heard you calling
Oh yes I heard you, heard you, heard you, heard you calling
Can you hear me deep inside
From these feelings I cant hide
Can you hear me deep inside
From these feelings I cant hide
Oh, can you hear me deep inside
From these feelings I cant hide
Can you hear me calling you (4x)

song performed by by New Order
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Dead Souls

Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
A duel of personalities
That stretch all true reality
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
When figures from the past stand tall
And mocking voices ring the hall
Imperialistic house of prayer
Conquistadores who took their share
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
Calling me, calling me
Calling me, calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
They keep calling me
Keep on calling me
Written by: joy division
Performed by: trent reznor

song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Take The Black

The moon is full you can not see
There's something in the air
Sound asleep you're into deep
Protecting your own lair
The lion roar into the night
Yet another foe to slay
Who are you that I see right through
The hunter or the pray?
Too late to hear the final warning
No one can defy the reaper
Voices - Twisted
Calling out your name
Voices - Twisted
Calling for you
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
You though you had it all in there
In your little bag of tricks
Insanity won't set you free
As you cross the river Styx
You're out of time your bridges burn
In the undying flame
We'll nail you down to the ground
For you to bear the shame
Too late to hear the final warning
No one can defy the reaper
Voices - Twisted
Calling out your name
Voices - Twisted
Calling for you
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Voices - Twisted
Calling out your name
Voices - Twisted
Calling for you
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Ain't no reason for the rhyme
Take the Black - Ready to attack
Take the Black
Face to face you bide your time
Take the Black - Ready to attack

song performed by by Hammerfall
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Alone?

I looked for the side of the moon,
That no one sees;
I found what I sought.
In a mirror, looking back at me -
Looking in that mirror
I wonder to my self,
Am I - are we all
Alone?
The reflection I see
Appears to be, only me,
But, the deeper I look into those eyes
The more illumination I realize:
On the dark side of the moon
Or in Central Park
There is always a place
Drawn to the dark -
A map in the mirror
Showing the way
Calling souls of mankind
To where they can find
The light of day -
There is no night
God cannot see into,
No empty soul
He cannot peer through -
Alone
May be our pain
But alone
We shall never remain -
For, there is no side
God does not see,
And there is no true alone,
For any -
God gives
Inhabited silence, so that we may know
God is our
Inner necessity, alone -
The great Alone
To us he hands down,
So that
Through nature, song, prayer and poem
We, with others, will know him, and
Know we are never truly alone -
And know, knowing all of this
Makes all the difference
In all the loneliness of life...
For all together -even when alone -
We are always together alone with a God
Who so graciously desires to know, and be known.

poem by Smoky Hoss
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Girl On Terrace

I see a girl,
Standing on terrace,
Face covered with long curls,
Staring in the empty space,

She’s watching the stars, or the clouds,
I don’t know,
But her pale face is glowing in moonlight,
Showing her mood is a bit low,

She’s trying to catch,
Someone in the empty air,
Realizes soon it was just a shadow,
And lies back on the empty chair,

Her face is again in her hands,
Seems like gaining some words or thoughts,
Just a second passed and I hear a sob,
It seemed she was in pain,
Something hurt her a lot,

She was continuously touching,
The chair beside her,
Slowly and affectionately,
Like she was touching a person,
Close to her,

Again she realized,
There was no one sitting there,
It was again a shadow,
And seemed like she was going to shatter….

Suddenly, I saw a smile,
Reflecting pain, on her face,
Maybe she remembered something good from her past,
Or just an incident case,

She flinched,
As she remembered something,
Her face was worse than I first saw,
Her silent sobs now louder,
Than any other creatures creeping,

It seemed she was living an empty life,
Full of darkness and shadows,
I don’t know what had happened to her,
Wonder if she was hurt by circumstances, friend or foe?

Suddenly, she stood up,
And was going back downstairs,
The rhythm of stick, made me realize she was blind,
Maybe that was the pain,
Beneath her beautiful pale layers,

But I soon realized,
Her pain was more than that,
Of course,
I wanted to ask about the person in her empty shadows,
The reason for her silent sobs,
But that young girl,
On the terrace,
Sometimes smiling, sometimes sobbing,
With her pain and empty shadows,
Was lost………….

poem by Apurva Jain
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Sonnet. Written Upon The Top Of Ben Nevis

Read me a lesson, Muse, and speak it loud
Upon the top of Nevis, blind in mist!
I look into the chasms, and a shroud
Vapourous doth hide them, -- just so much I wist
Mankind do know of hell; I look o'erhead,
And there is sullen mist, -- even so much
Mankind can tell of heaven; mist is spread
Before the earth, beneath me, -- even such,
Even so vague is man's sight of himself!
Here are the craggy stones beneath my feet,--
Thus much I know that, a poor witless elf,
I tread on them, -- that all my eye doth meet
Is mist and crag, not only on this height,
But in the world of thought and mental might!

poem by John Keats
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Calling Back My Spirit

Something has been sleeping in me, weeping in me, creeping in me
Something has been crying in me, sighing in me, dying in me
In the righting of this wrong, I may have to fight a long awaited duel
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own.
Something has been burning in me, churning in me, turning in me
Something has been weeping in me, creeping in me, awaking in me
And in the execution of this task, I may come to see my enemys mask
Slip and fall
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what my own
Im calling back, Im calling back,
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own
The storm of your outrage seethes and whips around my brittle bones
Anger and violence erupt from your lips and your cover is blown!
I seek the sound of your name
I stand in my own footsteps and I claim my power
Im calling back my spirit from you, Im calling back what is my own
Im calling back, Im calling back, Im calling back, Im calling back,
Im calling back my spirit from you now!, Im calling back what is my own

song performed by by Waterboys
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Bright Lights

The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
As the world is round, the road is long
Ive trouble on my mind
Ill just keep on moving
Until the day comes round
The wind a blowing on my back
And my feet a flying
Flying down the road
Where the bright lights shine
Mondays in a pigtown
Tuesdays in a truck
Wednesdays a field of mud
And thursdays out of luck
Fridays rain clouds
Saturday flies by
Sunday comes shining
From a blue blue sky
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
Some towns are golden
Some towns are stained
Some towns are shadows
Fading in the rain
Some towns are rust
And some towns they gleam
Some towns are mad dogs
Some towns are a dream
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
Some dreams are hollow
Some dreams are cold
Some dreams are crazy
And some dreams are bold
Some dreams are bought
And other dreams are sold
Some dreams lie waiting
At the end of the road
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me

song performed by by Pogues
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One Day Someone Will Say The Same Of Me

The hearse through the main street is passing slow
With the funeral cars following in a single row
Is the dead person a he or a she?
One day someone will say the same of me.

And did that person die young or old
And will her or his life story be told?
To the departed that does not matter 'twould seem
As the dead do not have a sense of self esteem.

The funeral towards the cemetery winds it's way
Up through the main street at noon of day
But on the cortege shoppers no interest show
As in and out of shops they go.

The dead from the Land of the living gone
But life for the living must go on
And the same fate surely awaits you and I
As the dead person in the hearse going by.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Eloquent Quill

wish the time may change the twine of thane,
oh! wonderful star; the shooting star, please
wait, i want to see you through, touching the
ground and shout

come little voice, the quite moment sings the
Berry tree, as it blew the Cherry blossom leaves
in the midst sky of beautiful morning of Fuji, oh!
please make me strong as the Balboa tree of
Africa, waiting the coming dried season of each
year for you to see, my strong leaves

ink the beautiful feather of quill in your everlasting
heart forever my eloquent mind of today, lay all the
truth the essence of this wonderful memory of
history, alas! it comes again, for this hour leave
something that lead us to remember the passing
horizon of what is yesterday's a far

my words may come again like precious jewels
touching the hair in the forehead of each heart and
it will never be returned to the ground, nay last for
a lifetime to hold in your shinning hands, for it all
will just lost and leave in the foresight of every
man's eyes and capture each soul to nemesis the
spirit of the returns

say the words and it will past, and as you capture
the presence, the beautiful essence of you lives in
your lasting memory of today, live the eloquent
heart and the incense of quill perfume your destiny

i stand my future, spirit of the quill.........

poem by Antonio Liao
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Kristallnacht

In the dead of night
when the moon was high
and crystals were energized
from natures moon,
energy to give life.

But this energy was dark and black,
and midnights' hidden faces,
showing shameful deeds.
Masked by moonlight.

Secret evil always hides its face,
and dark, unsigned letters,
whispered conversations, balaclava.
And breaking glass with running steps.

Truth will always face the Sun,
and not need back lane path,
like thieves.
But call at front in day.

Shame upon you crystal sinners,
in your shame filled deeds
of darkness, empty hollows echo,
a dead tree, rotten bark.

poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Fragment

Moon of leaves,
Moon of the falling leaves,
To you I bring the slippers
of the sun.
That you may dance upon the
floor of sun,
My lady carries sun within her eyes.
Moon of the Unrevealed,
Moon of the gold-encrusted shield,
To you I bring the fragment
of my prayer.

Moon of the crinkled hair,
Tell me, will my lady yield
Eyes and mouth and breasts unsealed?
Will my lady yield?

Moon of the yellow streaked with red,
Moon that the sun would lead to bed,
Moon with the death's head
More than dead,
Why do you frighten the Goddess of Love,
Whose frail white fingers are moving above
The lover's white body lost in his love?
Moon, you are more than dead.

Moon of the ermine loist in the snow,
Moon of the frozen furbelow,
Moon of the nothingness here below,
Moon, you must go.

It is the Sun that tells you so-
Moon, you must go.

And I was dark beneath the moon,
And you were dark beneath the moon,
And we were dark beneath the moon.

Now I am gold beneath the sun,
Now you are gold beneath the sun,
Now we are gold beneath the Sun.

poem by Harry Crosby
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Forty Years Ago/ A Man Took A Small Step For Mankind

July 20 2009 FORTY YEARS AGO/ A MAN TOOK A SMALL STEP FOR MANKIND

Forty years ago
A man took a small step for mankind
On the ground
Like so many others
I wondered
What it meant for me.

The moon is still there
The stars still distant and unkind
An unmanned messenger of ours
Has touched down on Mars
The Universe waits for us
And no one has come calling yet.

My life has been pretty much lived
A quiet distance a small interval
Calling out to God.

But how we will go on
And what will become of us
And what we will be
reshaped to be
Here or there-
I will never know.

The generations to come
And the questions
No one can answer yet.

God here
And in the Distance.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Hope Carol

A night was near, a day was near,
Between a day and night
I heard sweet voices calling clear,
Calling me:
I heard a whirr of wing on wing,
But could not see the sight;
I long to see my birds that sing,
I long to see.
Below the stars, beyond the moon,
Between the night and day
I heard a rising falling tune
Calling me:
I long to see the pipes and strings
Whereon such minstrels play;
I long to see each face that sings,
I long to see.
Today or may be not today,
Tonight or not tonight,
All voices that command or pray
Calling me,
Shall kindle in my soul such fire
And in my eyes such light
That I shall see that heart's desire
I long to see.

poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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Virginia Wolf

some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they'll sweat
in their hopelessness and their rage
we're all the same the men of anger
and women of the page
they published your diary
and that's how i got to know you
the key to the room of your own and a mind without end
and here's a young girl
on a kind of a telephone line through time
and the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
so i know i'm all right
life will come and life will go
still i feel it's all right
cause i just got a letter to my soul
and when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say "each life has its place"
the hatches were battened
the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
the battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
if you need to know that you weathered the storm
of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof
so you know you're all right
(all right)
life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say "each life has its place"
the place where you hold me
dark in a pocket of truth
the moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you
when the river eclipsed your life
and sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
and it was my rebirth
so we know we're all right
(all right)
though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
then you know you're all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
then you feel you're all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
and your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and it's all right
(it'll be all right)
words and music emily saliers
copyright 1992 bmi virgin music inc and godhap music (bmi

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Virginia Woolf

Some will strut and some will fret
See this an hour on the stage
Others will not but theyll sweat
In their hopelessness and their rage
Were all the same the men of anger
And women of the page
They published your diary
And thats how I got to know you
The key to the room of your own and a mind without end
And heres a young girl
On a kind of a telephone line through time
And the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
So I know Im all right
Life will come and life will go
Still I feel its all right
Cause I just got a letter to my soul
And when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughs in my face
You say each life has its place
The hatches were battened
The thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
The battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
If you need to know that you weathered the storm
Of cruel mortality
A hundred years later Im sitting here living proof
So you know youre all right
(all right)
Life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
Still youll feel its all right
(all right)
Someonell get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
When your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
Empty pages for the no longer young
The apathy of time laughed in your face
Did you hear me say each life has its place
The place where you hold me
Dark in a pocket of truth
The moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
And so it was for you
When the river eclipsed your life
And sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
And it was my rebirth
So we know were all right
(all right)
Though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
Still youll feel its all right
(all right)
Someonell will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
Then you know youre all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
Then you feel youre all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
And your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
And you know its all right
(each life has its place)
And your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
And you know its all right
(each life has its place)
And its all right
(itll be all right)