Darkness Split Second Broken
Hot summer nights
still air no breeze
no sound yet all sound
universal cosmic sound
resounds through soul
heart of my inner being
playing tunes on threshold
below conscious thought
hearing acute soul perceives
energy pores drum beats vibrating
every atom of flesh quivers
fibres encompassing shell shape
ghost white full moon calls
to all earth children possessed
in receptive melody vision
light flashes upon retina
in darkness split second broken
while moon cloud swims
God takes another snapshot
for our album another flash
every decade captured thus
light plasma haunts moments
God delights in recording
a secret album awaiting soul
at end of destinies journey
soul charge flashes infused
battery powered up tasked
heavy drain usage awaits
predetermined inevitable
events in due series coming
inner purpose of life
discovered realized
listen to soul steps
authority to direct footsteps
was seed soul inscribed to
direct guide searchers feet
in called chosen moments
flashes infuse steal purpose
to awoken be in refinement
wrapped in veils darkness
night has always had too
much power to stir my soul
nature in cobweb moments
in startling scenes captures
imprints vision till needed
creator imprinted flash messages
mind prompts in creation to guide
receptive servants in journey home
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Y.. The Little Light
There is a little light,
A little light in your heart,
A little light that has tremendous power
If we allow, it can obliterate all darkness.
That little light in your heart
Let it shine.
There is a little light,
A little light in your soul
If we allow, it carries tremendous wisdom
It flashes sparks and thoughts of goodness
That little light in your soul
Let it shine
No matter how dark is the night
Within, you can always find that little light
The light in your heart, the light in your soul
They're always there to brighten your world
These little lights of your heart and soul,
Let them shine.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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Light Of Darkness
I trained my soul for the lies ahead,
I saved my time for the new dawn.
I tried to decipher life using light,
I tried to purge my soul with light,
But strange as it may sound
The light didn’t heal my soul.
Do I know how to use the light?
If not, how can I reform my ways?
I craved for some knowledge.
Teach me how to use the light, I cried.
All that came was an echo,
None heard my cry.
I wondered why I wasn’t able to use the light,
Everyone knew it, but why can’t I?
My patience drained out of me,
But my will kept me on,
I tried to crawl into the light.
But then I asked myself.
Why the light? Why not darkness?
There, my cry was answered.
I found a new way to use the light,
But strange as it may sound,
The light showed me its true face,
A face that was common for all,
A face of darkness.
I ran into the new face of light,
I ran into the darkness,
And there, my life revealed itself,
I was able to purge my soul with the light of darkness.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Eagles And Horses
This song appears on five albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album. it has also appeared on the stonehaven sunrise, a portrait and the john denver collection -
Me home, country roads albums. a live version also appears on the wildlife concert album.
Horses are creatures who worship the earth
As they gallop on feet of ivory
Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth
The horses still run, they are free
My body is merely the shell of my soul
But the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its rider back home
Like an old friend that's tried and been true
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses i'm flying again
Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights
They know neither limit nor bound
They're the guardian angels of darkness and light
They see all and hear every sound
My spirit will never be broken or caught
For the soul is a free-flowing thing
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
To rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses i'm flying again
My body is merely the shell of my soul
But the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its master back home
Like an old that's tried and been true
My spirit will never be broken or caught
For the soul is a free-flowing thing
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
To rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses i'm flying again
Words and music by john denver and joe henry
song performed by by John Denver
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Eagles & Horses
This song appears on five albums, and was first released on the flower that shattered the stone album. it has also appeared on the stonehaven sunrise, a portrait and the john denver collection -
Me home, country roads albums. a live version also appears on the wildlife concert album.
Horses are creatures who worship the earth
As they gallop on feet of ivory
Constrained by the wonder of dying and birth
The horses still run, they are free
My body is merely the shell of my soul
But the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its rider back home
Like an old friend thats tried and been true
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses Im flying again
Eagles inhabit the heavenly heights
They know neither limit nor bound
Theyre the guardian angels of darkness and light
They see all and hear every sound
My spirit will never be broken or caught
For the soul is a free-flowing thing
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
To rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses Im flying again
My body is merely the shell of my soul
But the flesh must be given its due
Like a pony that carries its master back home
Like an old thats tried and been true
My spirit will never be broken or caught
For the soul is a free-flowing thing
Like an eagle that needs neither comfort nor thought
To rise up on glorious wings
I had a vision of eagles and horses
High on a ridge in a race with the wind
Going higher and higher and faster and faster
On eagles and horses Im flying again
Words and music by john denver and joe henry
song performed by by John Denver
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Monsoon Dawn
your alluring siren
‘Monsoon Musings '
Indira Babbellapati
transform transplant
receptive poetic heart
into true romantic reign
moments of soul quickened
heart felt fused appreciation
breathing birthright storm stir
rain-soaked wind-blowen
veil-form lightning-fuses
light-hearted far-longing
dagger flash recognition
through third eye open
awareness netting monsoon
soft siren beautiful sensual poem
from the heart mind hand
of a beautiful image versed soul
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Beyond The Oceans Set To Sail...
Beyond the oceans...
Set to sail...!
My soul is lost to an unknown land...!
It screams...
It weeps...
My sleepless nights to help...
My anchor hooked to shores...
Left calm oceans behind...
What if stillness too awaits...ever after
My soul for sake...soulless in loneliness and darkness...
What if I hit to seas...
And it's clamoring rage... To find my soul, my friend no more...
My fears and anxiety ever grow...
Oceans apart...
He calls his love his life...
I by a haunted vision held back to earth's promises...
Life's ties...!
Holy rituals...!
Conventions...!
Night's dark shadow casting upon cold body, hollow...
Moon's faint image grows over the dark sea, over my dumbness, heartlessness
Mourning over my soul's death...
poem by Lama Abbas
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Light
It dazzles in a clear night
Made clearer still
By artificial rays
Making a path to guide us home
It is a beacon
A bright halo of hope
A candle of warmth and sentiment
It makes love sound heavenly
Makes our journey safe and full
As if it were a divine hand resting on our shoulders
Without it
The stars would dim and fade out
The sky fill with darkness
The lamp would retreat
Into formlessness
The sky would be lost to the darkness
There would be no sun
No moon
The soul would close up and die
Even noise or speech or sound
Would be senseless
detached and barren
All things living sleeping
Light
In the beginning there was light
All living things followed
And these were only the signs leading homewards
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Soul Singing
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Ive been down
Cascading and blue w/out a sound
Now Ive traded my black feathers for a crown
So feed me milk & honey
Lay me down
Lay me down
Look around
Show me holy places not yet found
Lets disappear and well hide underground
Well get high and well feel safe & sound
It comes around arayayayound
Chorus:
You got my soul singing my soul singing
You got my soul singing my soul singing
You got my soul singing my soul singing
You got my soul singing my soul singing
Home bound
Tired of tired of running town to town
Tired of my heart turned upside down
Now my lifes a smile not a frown
The sound
The sound
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Revelation
Still, as of old, in Beavor's Vale,
O man of God! our hope and faith
The Elements and Stars assail,
And the awed spirit holds its breath,
Blown over by a wind of death.
Takes Nature thought for such as we,
What place her human atom fills,
The weed-drift of her careless sea,
The mist on her unheeding hills?
What reeks she of our helpless wills?
Strange god of Force, with fear, not love,
Its trembling worshipper! Can prayer
Reach the shut ear of Fate, or move
Unpitying Energy to spare?
What doth the cosmic Vastness care?
In vain to this dread Unconcern
For the All-Father's love we look;
In vain, in quest of it, we turn
The storied leaves of Nature's book,
The prints her rocky tablets took.
I pray for faith, I long to trust;
I listen with my heart, and hear
A Voice without a sound: 'Be just,
Be true, be merciful, revere
The Word within thee: God is near!
'A light to sky and earth unknown
Pales all their lights: a mightier force
Than theirs the powers of Nature own,
And, to its goal as at its source,
His Spirit moves the Universe.
'Believe and trust. Through stars and suns,
Through life and death, through soul and sense,
His wise, paternal purpose runs;
The darkness of His providence
Is star-lit with benign intents.'
O joy supreme! I know the Voice,
Like none beside on earth or sea;
Yea, more, O soul of mine, rejoice,
By all that He requires of me,
I know what God himself must be.
No picture to my aid I call,
I shape no image in my prayer;
I only know in Him is all
Of life, light, beauty, everywhere,
Eternal Goodness here and there!
I know He is, and what He is,
Whose one great purpose is the good
Of all. I rest my soul on His
Immortal Love and Fatherhood;
And trust Him, as His children should.
I fear no more. The clouded face
Of Nature smiles; through all her things
Of time and space and sense I trace
The moving of the Spirit's wings,
And hear the song of hope she sings.
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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The sound of music.......
The sound of music gives us so much emotions
and that plays a melody deep in our heart greatly
All the sound on the earth are like music
and the music brings love and enjoyment to our life
Music expresses universal language of the world
and brings people together where ever they live
The music is the best gift of God to all of us
where its fills our soul with peace and mind with creativity
Every music has its own rhythm
and it's creates a great sound of music
Music in the mountain brings peace in our heart
and music in the ocean fills our soul with love
When I hear the sound of music
then I begin to write a song as a soul of music
If you don't love the sound of music
then your soul will be unsung
Because music can put life in to a dead man
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Galileo
Galileos head was on the block
The crime was looking up for truth
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode
I try to trace them to my youth
And then you had to bring up reincarnation
Over a couple of beers the other night
And now Im serving time for mistakes
Made by another in another lifetime
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight
And then I think about my fear of motion
Which I never could explain
Some other fool across the ocean years ago
Must have crashed his little airplane
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach that kind of light
I call on the resting soul of galileo
King of night vision, king of insight
Im not making a joke, you know me
I take everything so seriously
If we wait for the time till all souls get it right
Then at least I know therell be no nuclear annihilation
In my lifetime Im still not right
I offer thanks to those before me
Thats all Ive got to say
cause maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime
Now I have to pay
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration
To let the next life off the hook
But shell say look what I had to overcome from my last life
I think Ill write a book
How long till my soul gets it right
Can any human being ever reach the highest light
Except for galileo God rest his soul
(except for the resting soul of galileo)
King of night vision, king of insight
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
(till my soul gets it right)
[til we reach the highest light]
How long
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Awaited Call
Before ever we met
much did I perceive
for you revealed yourself
in thoughts and words.
When we karma cosmic met
when we were contemplative together.
Sometimes then on insightful occasion.
In quiet crystalline moments.
How could I not receptive see
heart attesting, true interior self,
for we talked, soft salient hours,
passed with decisive conversation.
Clouds parted at fleeting moments
light illuminating sweet sincere self.
Shone through momentarily. Perceptive
intuitive conceptualization. Was born.
Almost seen glimpsed felt, fleeting idolized soul,
words cannot articulate, cross, dimensional vision.
Clouds rarely part in cosmic veneration, with
revelation, comprehensive mind can envisage.
I no longer hear
soft sound of breathing
nor echo of her voice.
I am an empty vessel.
It shall take her sweet voice.
An eternity to fill to overflowing.
Until attainment I hunger
for sound of sensual words,
sweeter than siren haunting harp,
vibrant stirring windblown leaves,
or joyous song of sparkling brook.
‘Tis music of celestial choir.
I have longed constantly
for mute lost voice
to call ardent me
but you cry to me.
Only with sublime silent,
emptiness; of heartfelt soul.
I can not anymore remember
individual notes inscribing voice.
For in composed refined presence.
I am lost bewitched spellcast bound.
I embrace your serene spirit directly;
as it draws forth to join within my mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wandering Soul
I travel the Earth and the astral plains,
I’ve lived most my life in guilt and shame,
Shame for the life bestowed on to me,
Guilt for the demons I couldn’t set free.
I saw the horse prints in the sand,
I was stuck in travel of no man’s land,
The sand was hot and the sun was high,
I had to keep going but wanted to die.
The minutes turned to deathly hours,
Shallowly Cactus’ no sign of flowers,
Every grain of sand seemed my encumber,
No sign of rain no sounds of thunder.
I travel for days in search of a vision,
My soul it carries many incisions,
Incisions of darkness, incisions of light,
I’m a tortured soul that welcomes the night.
I try to reach many but only a few will hear,
The sound of my voice or my footsteps near,
I travel in the shadows of days and nights,
I try to step over and cross into the light.
I am dreary and my energy hardly glows,
I’m what you call a lost and wandering soul,
Drifting over the hills and across the plains,
No one see’s me or knows my name.
© 2011 Wind Songs Spiritual Poetry
poem by Annalee Hopkins
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My Soul's Name
Going to the Akashic records up in then air
I found my Soul's book I did share.
No, not really is Zenoch my soul's name
I have to keep my real soul name a secret
it is sacred so I refrain.
My Soul's book has my hieroglyphic
for my soul also has a sound.
It is very harmonious to me I have found.
Now I will say my soul's name and go
back there once again
My soul gives me power to be my best friend.
Written by Christina Sunrise on November 11,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I'm sure you hear it too.
On the wings of darkness
your soul will latch.
darkness knows your heart
has a hole to patch.
It will wait
till you're all alone.
Waiting for the moment
when that guard sinks like stone.
It knows who you are,
where you've been and why.
You can't fight it,
but oh, you can try.
By the light-less moon
your soul shall fall.
You know you hear it-
darkness's call.
Inside My Secret Chamber
All i am here
Only a soul in this heart
Living within the beat chamber
Vibrating this life in every second
Counting days and years till it will be stopped
Like the clock sounds, tick tock we're passing time
Still i am here learning to catch my past beats
The old running moments escaped from my pulses
Now, searching who i am in each breath i had
Mistakes I have done, written as scars
Reveal me things untold by smiles
Time will keep flying, no waiting
But the child in me still learning
For who i am, and what i living for
Till the end of my given time
Searching myself, my soul
I will find inside here
My heart chamber
After mistakes
resolves mistakes
For another chance
I will take, with no surrender
Learning more as who i am here
Completing mystery of my unwritten soul
To be answered, in the last page of my days
Oh my dear LORD, lead me to guide in your way,
I am on my way waiting, to meet You soon someday
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Hell guide you well
When youre down and theyre counting
When your secrets all found out
When your troubles take to mounting
When the map you have leads you to doubt
When theres no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Hell guide you well
When the doctors failed to heal you
When no medicine chest can make you well
When no counsel leads to comfort
When there are no more lies they can tell
No more useless information
And the compass spins
The compass spins between heaven and hell
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Hell guide you well
And your eyes turn towards the window pane
To the lights upon the hill
The distance seems so strange to you now
And the dark room seems so still
Let your pain be my sorrow
Let your tears be my tears too
Let your courage be my model
That the north you find will be true
When theres no information
And the compass turns to nowhere that you know well
Let your soul be your pilot
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you
Let your soul guide you upon your way...
song performed by by Sting
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The Soul has Bandaged moments
The Soul has Bandaged moments —
When too appalled to stir —
She feels some ghastly Fright come up
And stop to look at her —
Salute her — with long fingers —
Caress her freezing hair —
Sip, Goblin, from the very lips
The Lover — hovered — o'er —
Unworthy, that a thought so mean
Accost a Theme — so — fair —
The soul has moments of Escape —
When bursting all the doors —
She dances like a Bomb, abroad,
And swings upon the Hours,
As do the Bee — delirious borne —
Long Dungeoned from his Rose —
Touch Liberty — then know no more,
But Noon, and Paradise —
The Soul's retaken moments —
When, Felon led along,
With shackles on the plumed feet,
And staples, in the Song,
The Horror welcomes her, again,
These, are not brayed of Tongue —
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Silhouette of my soul
The dark mountain behind me looks so different
For every time I look it’s changed
My soul has the same identity
For when I think I have finally got it under control
The silhouette changes
The mountain starts it day dark with a siloute that defines it
My soul is always in dark
The mountain gets more defined as sun comes up
My soul is always dark
The mountain end up dark again
The silhouette changes
My soul starts it day
Always hung-over from last days confusing silhouettes
so I begin clawing my way out of the deep hole
Even in sleep my soul is confusing
I dream about things that always seem in the dark
Then one of my silhouettes comes up and shines all the darkness away
Bring a smile to day that started with a mountain of undefined silhouettes
I can hold this in place as long as I need it, because I do…always
So when the darkness approaches to make the mountain undefined
It silhouette lost again my silhouette of counterfeit dies a death everyday
In comes the dark
Drunk again with so many silhouettes of my soul that want to be
I fall down under my mountain of darkness in a silhouette
My soul surrounded by light, but the face of my soul in the dark
Hidden the truth of what all these moments mean
So I pass out drunk on confusion for the next day will be the same
The silhouette of my soul
Music: An Ode
WAS it light that spake from the darkness,
or music that shone from the word,
When the night was enkindled with sound
of the sun or the first-born bird?
Souls enthralled and entrammelled in bondage
of seasons that fall and rise,
Bound fast round with the fetters of flesh,
and blinded with light that dies,
Lived not surely till music spake,
and the spirit of life was heard.
Music, sister of sunrise, and herald of life to be,
Smiled as dawn on the spirit of man,
and the thrall was free.
Slave of nature and serf of time,
the bondman of life and death,
Dumb with passionless patience that breathed
but forlorn and reluctant breath,
Heard, beheld, and his soul made answer,
and communed aloud with the sea.
Morning spake, and he heard:
and the passionate silent noon
Kept for him not silence:
and soft from the mounting moon
Fell the sound of her splendour,
heard as dawn's in the breathless night,
Not of men but of birds whose note
bade man's soul quicken and leap to light:
And the song of it spake, and the light and the darkness
of earth were as chords in tune.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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