Astral Realm Lower Vibrational Emotional Debris
Death visited me mystically suddenly
late the other mystifying electrifying night
beckoned beseechingly bewitchingly spectral
starry portal of fusion mass dissimilar life
evaporating all earthbound cares trivial wares
typifying lost world of density bound strife.
Death visited me suddenly impishly
late the other interdimensional night
enticing with beckoning spectral finger
cutting through senses like an icy knife
comet flight mystic struck spine kidneys
enticing chill resolve revigorate stilled fight.
Ice needle injected numb self-will resurrect
with renewed invigorated resolve vision life
night reaper not yet ready to steal claim reap
this newborn chill of prophetic service sight
astral planes energy blaze screened love learns
soul’s scarlet seeping dimensional peeping light.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Guardian Guest Defined?
Behold guardian guest
or spectral phantom ghost
is psychic phenomenon
a holy or unholy host?
Fundamentalist Christians
would not propose a toast
except holy spirit ritualistic
sanctified mass not pagan boast.
Death visited me suddenly impishly
late the other interdimensional night.
Guardian guest visits at whose bequest?
When is predetermined time reached to rest?
Angel sent by God is divine esteemed guide
affirm love victorious in righteousness abide.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Late, Late, So Late
Late, late, so late! and dark the night and chill!
Late, late, so late! but we can enter still.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light had we: for that we do repent;
And learning this, the bridegroom will relent.
Too late, too late! ye cannot enter now.
No light: so late! and dark and chill the night!
O, let us in, that we may find the light!
Too late, too late: ye cannot enter now.
Have we not heard the bridgegroom is so sweet?
O, let us in, tho' late, to kiss his feet!
No, no, too late! ye cannot enter now."
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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I'm A Small And Lonely Light
The stairs are dark and silent
The morning cold and gray
A last look at the things I knew
And slowly turn away
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
Leave the bus in Houston
Walk around the town
But all the strange, unfriendly faces
Seem to get me down
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day
I'm a small and lonely light
A bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home
I'm a tall and weary kite
A face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home
Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
But now the good life's not enough
There must be something more
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn
I'm a small and lonely light
A bird that's lost in flight
And it's too late at night to go home
I'm a tall and weary kite
A face that's out of sight
And it's too late at night to go home
Too late at night to go home
But I've talked too long my friend
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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And Suddenly The World Goes Dark
to Simoncelli
The night lost its star
And suddenly the world goes dark
The light turns out to dim
And I barely see the clear sight
The life without you
And suddenly the world goes blind
Where did you go from this way
And what you left behind
The love lost its warmth
And suddenly the world goes cold
Did the wind blow too strong
Or did I forget to take my breath
The face without smile
And suddenly the world goes hard
I could only feel bitterness
And the cry of sorrow screaming inside
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Im A Small & Lonely Light
(farrar/best)
The stairs are dark and silent
The morning cold and gray
A last look at the things I knew
And slowly turn away
And as I watch the scenery unwind
My childhood slips a hundred miles behind
Leave the bus in houston
Walk around the town
But all the strange, unfriendly faces
Seem to get me down
And in the park where little children play
I sit and watch the dying of the day
Im a small and lonely light
A bird thats lost in flight
And its too late at night to go home
Im a tall and weary kite
A face thats out of sight
And its too late at night to go home
Always had the good life
Never felt unsure
But now the good lifes not enough
There must be something more
And so I sit and shiver in the dawn
And watch the world and wait to be reborn
Im a small and lonely light
A bird thats lost in flight
And its too late at night to go home
Im a tall and weary kite
A face thats out of sight
And its too late at night to go home
Too late at night to go home
But Ive talked too long my friend
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Sleep
Sleep has not visited me the whole night,
Will the dawn ever come?
O my companion,
Once I awoke with a start from a dream.
Now the remembrance from that vision
Never fades.
My life is ebbing as I choke and sigh,
When will the Lord of the Afflicted come
I have lost my senses and gone mad,
But the Lord knows my secret.
He who deals out life and death
nows the secret of Mira's pain.
The glow in the fog and mist
The spectral glow of a bobbing lantern
As if tossed upon a stormy sea
Appearing..then fading anon, absorbed
In foggy essence, to fade again so feebly
Once more, ere sinking in finality
Into the quicksand of mist
Mere glow of candle, so dear to see
Seen now…then not, …with capricious twist
The spectral light, drifts through the night
As a ghost through fog and mist
Through ribs of rain, the tremulous light
Chills the brain, befogs the sight
Dimly lit, by lanterns in the mist
Dark clouds upon the soul this night
Fog is the dark abode of lost souls
Who wander without rest with lantern high
The mist, the breath, of hollow death
The fog, the food, on which to persist
Tis best my friend, not to be, nor ne'r to see….
The glow in the fog and mist
poem by David Whalen
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Song: Night And Day
Any day and any night,
By astral planes or sattelite,
With psychic means, you fly my kite;
In ways I can't discern.
Any night or any day,
I'll see the light, if you let me stay.
Any night or any day,
Just as the planet turns.
Any night and any day,
I shoot the stars, with feet of clay,
And take a chance, come what may,
Any night and day.
Any day and any night,
And in between, the dim twilight,
In lusting spark, my wick ignites,
Any day and night.
Any night and any day,
I'm on my knees, but not to pray.
The rites of spring, an easy lay.
Any night and day.
Any day and any night,
I summon demon, imp and sprite,
Who gather like, wild neophytes.
Any day and night.
Any night and any day.
Shall we hit the heights, in passion's play?
For dawn excites, as senses splay;
Any night and day.
Any day and any night,
My missiles arc, in flawless flight.
Any day and any night,
Will I crash and burn?
Any night and any day,
Such sweet imaginings display.
You pluck my strings; I'm in your sway.
Any day and night.
Any day and any night,
No less the hero, than shining knight,
Would storm your ramparts of delight,
And ram advantage home.
Any day and any night,
This toxic spawn of funk and fright,
Would ask his lover, in respite,
'Just when will you return? '
Any day and any night:
Intriging wings of plot and sleight,
Would frame the world, within my sight.
When will I ever learn?
poem by Dave SmithWhite
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Sleepless Eyes Make Sleepless Night
Sleepless eyes make sleepess night
Please world
Give me something to hold on tight,
For even though I have
Sleepless eyes that make sleepess night
I yearn to rest, a rest so peaceful
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Restore my life so it can be in my sight
For all I see is death
Because only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepless night
Rest assues that the world
Will give in and not put up a fight
Otherwise there is but death
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Shine hope back into my life with light
So brightand warm it makes
Death seem not so right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepness night
Give me the strength and will
That the world will share its might
To fight against death
For only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please close your eyes
So death will disappear with the sunlight
And let the world
Be the only one to make right.
poem by Music Galore
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Old Pool
The two walls of the warer of the old pool was visited last night,
But a man's wisdom lights up his face and changes up its hard appearance!
And like a great blaze of light flashing suddenly out from heaven,
But wickedness will not deliver those who practice it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Early Works - There’s A Light
The world seems mystic and unreal
as into the night I steal
seeing shadows on the ground
of towering figures all around.
In the distance, there’s a light
of a candle burning bright
as the moon up high
shines through crevices in the sky.
Like a sleeking ghost, I wander
gazing at the shadows I ponder
in the darkness of the mystic night
and feel the call of a beckoning light.
My shadow seem to run and steal
into the mystic and unreal
as the candle lit by my love sends
cascades of light dancing on the stars above.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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Totally Lost
I
With someone new to adore,
you are constantly
haunting me
as if at times you can penetrate through death
but sometimes I know that I am fabricating it
and for years you are out of my life
but sometimes I cannot get you out of my thoughts
before you jump into my heart again
as if you are not peaceful
on the other side
and in my sorrow and in life's coldness
I am stranded here
and you find no kind of relief
in the late night's big silence.
II
In the late night's big silence
my thoughts are at times with you,
while the big separation brings a chill
while I keep clinging to memories.
You are much too far from me
and your whole humanity
cannot stay here,
and it appears at times when I read your old letters,
when you are like a flower to me
that could grow in the earth of my soul
but death has divided us
and untimely you were pruned away in your prime
and still your absence cuts through me like a raw cry,
sometimes it's much better not to know about you.
III
Sometimes it's much better not to know about you,
to totally wipe out that which was between us
to forget the memories and passion
as if nothing had been
to cause your presence to eternally fade away,
to let each memory slowly pine away,
to stop me from daring in my dreams
to search for you to appear
and I am in a world where yours are divided from mine,
where I have got to keep to the here and now,
where I have to know that we are in separate places
and I am aware of this reality
that destiny cruelly rips lives apart with her claws;
my whole world was where you went
IV
My whole world was where you went
and in you I found my rest and joy
while you were with me as my darling
but life had devoured it far too suddenly
while my existence was anchored to you,
while our things was limitless deep
and we both were trusting on God
while now alone I search for answers,
where without you I see a new tomorrow,
while suddenly pain cuts unexpectedly through me
and I in despair try to cling
to the little that remain of you
and forever we are separate from each other,
you are buried in your coffin and I know sorrow.
V
You are buried in your coffin and I know sorrow
and no stranger asks about you or walks past,
there are people dressed in black
everywhere in the church around me
and everyone is disenchanted
where they are mourning
and it's as if nothing can break through the darkness
that appears about you a pretty girl, already a woman
and suddenly the minister starts talking at the front,
the sexton walks to the back and asks: 'who is lying here? '
his voice resounds through the whole church
and he gets no answer.
The service passes much too quickly;
I feel like I can fight against God.
VI
I feel like I can fight against God,
I cannot really know,
why some people lead longer lives
and for others life is measured out into darkness,
still less I know for what I am searching,
something stays just out of my reach
as if it is involved with the things that are happening
and just when I look it's already gone,
it's just beyond the bright blue
as if I am living with an incomplete purpose
where I am almost seeing it, it's almost in my thoughts
but I cannot see or feel it
and I know that something terrible is wrong,
where everything eventually becomes chaos.
VII
Where everything eventually becomes chaos,
where the whole world are waiting on disintegration,
I wonder what makes me languish
for new life, for the rain that pours down?
What lets me hope that very soon
a glorious age, a glorious day will appear
on the other side of the dark night
while everything around me with time collapses?
Now I hope to have someone else again,
that your life and hours of pain disappear
and again I want to begin with someone anew,
while I stay trusting that the answers lie in the hands of God,
while I believe that the sun will shine on me again
with someone new to adore.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Tonights The Night
Tonights the night, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night.
Bruce berry was a working man
He used to load that econoline van.
A sparkle was in his eye
But his life was in his hands.
Well, late at night when the people were gone
He used to pick up my guitar
And sing a song in a shaky voice
That was real as the day was long.
Tonights the night, yes it is, tonights the night
Tonights the night, yes it is, tonights the night.
Early in the mornin at the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.
If you never heard him sing
I guess you wont too soon.
cause people let me tell you
It sent a chill up and down my spine
When I picked up the telephone
And heard that hed died out on the mainline.
Tonights the night, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night.
Bruce berry was a working man
He used to load that econoline van.
Well, early in the morning at just about the break of day
He used to sleep until the afternoon.
Tonights the night, yes it is, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night
Tonights the night, tonights the night.
song performed by by Neil Young
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the crystal (Part One of a True Experience)
she came to my dream -
a frightening silhouette
of a curly hair woman
a overbearing figure
in chilling silence
at the haunted fashion store
i closed down years back
twice she visited me in my dream
that same night
by the road she had stood
in a long bright eerie lacy red gown
her ghastly presence was so overpowering
my hair stood on ends
i saw her somber face this time
a cold face chiselled
probably by years of loneliness
i ordered my friend to drive fast
but fast as we could
she suddenly flew, she flew...
her bright red gown
flapping fiercely in the wind
my fear ran into a spasm
and in a split second
my expectations came true
she had opened the door
to sit right behind us
the world churned
i awoke to a dark room
in the dead silence of night
and a sweaty chill that has
not visited me for a long long time
and.....i began to touch the
round lovely crystal
i bought just a night ago
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Pen should not stop
Let there be no music, drums or beats
But with love and affection you can greet
This is time where you have the time for people to meet
Give the best with whatever you have and nicely treat
Poets must have no ego or pride
They have lot more to reveal than to hide
The world is not narrow but very wide
You have lot more to speak than to confide
If you are busy and knee deep in occupation
Still need remains there to develop the relation
When nothing belongs to you with wrong context
Make it point that it exists for you with plain text
Poet can never die but his enthusiasm
Ideas can never idle but his optimism
Who else can revive the dead sprit?
When you gain the wings to resume the flight
The eyes must to see towards divine light
No more cowardice act but resolve to fight
What best can we give to hungry world?
Without developing apathy and turning cold
No ego but self confidence and pride
That may help to overcome slight
Rest all may be fuelled by your own resolve
World may look cheerful when you fully involve
Make the life fully complete
Wherever is necessary push with vigor and compete
It is neither a luck that stops you or ill fate
But your idleness that takes you very late
You may die unnatural death
If there is no will to reach zenith
How there can be mental growth?
When you have lost pride and honor or both
Wake up and search for pen
Else it may dry your source even
You may never be able to regain
All your energy and zeal may go in vain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I must do it now
One Cold Rainy Night
I sit in my room out of sight
I dont mean it by slight.
I look at a bottle of Pills and a knife
Wondering which one should end my life
I no longer want a life of strife
I must do it tonight
Before Midnight
When there tucked up in bed
So they dont find me.
I learned life isn't fair
And No one Cares
I pick up the knife
My life is done
One quick slash
And In a flash I'm on the floor
I lie there dying as you walk in
You scream at the sight
You want to save.
I plead for you not to.
But as we get to the hospital
The machine goes dead.
They cant revive me.
I've gone
'Mum, I gave up the fight'
As I lay back
My whole world goes Black
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Journey Into The Stars
Going to a day is like the very journey of Time,
One sits and waits, adores the other person, and fidgets;
A day may arise when that night with it is a flight,
Into the heavens and the universe.
It is a journey, it is a journey, of gravity,
When stars are seen, and planets are visited.
The cosmos is blended with infamous substances,
Full of canes and rods, delightful elements.
The flight to the infinite space is by night,
A day has lengthened on this quest of brilliance.
May this adventure never cease,
Just as death is the beholder of the next life.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Suddenly
It's Independence Day I'm free
And it's a strange place to be
I'm gonna break these chains
Unleash the changes in me
I see an endless road
I feel the restless wind
I've lost the fear inside
Cause I've got no choice
But to live or die
Suddenly you're in this fight
alone
Steppin' out into the great
unknown
And the night's the hardest
time
When the doubts run through
your min
Cause suddenly you find your
self alone
Suddenly you find yourself
In an empty room
With a suitcase on the floor
It'll be daylight soon
I'm gonna wage my private
war
Who's watchin' over me
Must be a guardian angel
I just need time to breathe
And give my life
The best of me
[Chorus]
Suddenly you're in this fight
Steppin' out and then
[Chorus]
Suddenly you're in this fight
alone
Steppin' out into the great
unknown
And the night's the hardest
time
When the doubts run through
your min
Cause suddenly you find your
self alone
Suddenly you find yourself
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes from Twisted Angel
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The Three Maidens
There were three maidens met on the highway;
The sun was down, the night was late:
And two sang loud with the birds of May,
O the nightingale is merry with its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Why walk you there so still?
The land is dark, the night is late:
O, but the heart in my side is ill,
And the nightingale will languish for its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Of lovers there is store;
The moon mounts up, the night is late:
O, I shall look on man no more,
And the nightingale is dumb without its mate.
Said they to the youngest, Uncross your arms and sing;
The moon mounts high, the night is late:
O my dear lover can hear no thing,
And the nightingale sings only to its mate.
They slew him in revenge, and his true-love was his lure;
The moon is pale, the night is late:
His grave is shallow on the moor;
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.
His blood is on his breast, and the moss-roots at his hair;
The moon is chill, the night is late:
But I will lie beside him there:
O the nightingale is dying for its mate.
poem by George Meredith
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