Thought & Feelings
thought & feelings
r energy
we r energy
ripples of vibration
resonating
harmony happiness
heartfelt echoes
in mirror minds
think multitudes
of kind
beautiful thoughts
pursue wonderful dreams
be still
feel the warmth
of harmonic love
holding comforting u
listen 2 heartbeats
in rhythm
as resonating
lives souls
destinies
seek ever
2 merge as one...
the beauty
of your future success
is already written
in the unique
complexities
of your caring
and sincere soul
set sail
therefore
with boldness
throughout
space
time
eterni ty
throughout
the far
reaches
of hallowed
time
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hi Nrg
(i. levine / f. trench)
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Oh, yeah...
High energy, your love is lifting me,
Lifting me high...high...
Oh, so high.
It was only last week when we first met,
And I was walking down the street.
You came up from behind me and I knew
That our eyes were gonna meet.
Thats when I fell into your arms,
Imagine my surprise.
I thought this only happened in fairy-tales,
Love hit me right between the eyes.
Ooh
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Oh, yeah...
High energy, your love is lifting me,
Lifting me high...high...
When you called me on the telephone,
You made my spirits rise.
Im glad the others didnt last;
Its a blessing in disguise.
Every time youre touching me,
It gives me such a thrill.
When I look deep into your eyes,
My heart just cant keep still.
Oh, no, no, no!
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Ooh, yeah... high energy, your love is lifting me,
Lifting me high...high...(oh so high)
All the gold thats in fort knox,
Couldnt buy this happiness.
And with your love, I dont need money,
I dont need success.
I became a victim of a certain love attack.
It happened in the blink of an eye,
And theres no holding back.
No, no ,no ,no!
High energy, your love is lifting me. (oh, yeah)
High energy, your love is lifting me. (oh, yeah...high)
High energy, your love is lifting me. (oh, yeah)
High energy, your love is lifting me.
Lifting me high...
song performed by by Erasure
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Michael Jackson's tears
Virgin teeth
Of the musical instrument
Ripping the melody
Into sounds
Spiritual vibrations
From the depth of the souls
Self-absorbed
Emotional resonance
In the air
At the touch
Between voices
Secluded
Seemingly fossilized
Coiling into
Our souls
Agony and ecstasy
Like making love
Seduction,
Passion,
Jealousy,
Domination
And possession
Mesmerizing the music
Sounds enclosing
Words
Extreme sadness
And extreme joy
At the same time
Tears becoming cubes of light
Wondering
On their situation of their becoming
The resonating,
Harmonizing effects
Of the music and dance
Resonating with vibrations of air
Sublime change
Of the speed,
Strength,
Rhythm
Warmth flexibly
Words
Becoming alive
Magic human voice
Spreading wide by air
And sparkling like
Countless diamonds
In the sun-light
Time losing all meaning
Apotheosis
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Dwarf Life
Terry.
Male. Short. Knowing. Aging.
Sibling of Sharon and Annette.
Son of William and Jessie.
Lover of Chocolate. Ice-Cream. And Beer.
Who feels freedom confinement and fear.
Who needs friends sport and excitement.
Who gives time energy and life.
Who fears pressure stupidity and the mundane.
Who would like enlightenment spirituality warmth
and mind-song.
Resident of Christchurch Ian Place.
Craddock like all names does not confine me.
Rhythm Resonating Life.
A Heart Beat Multiplied.
Chocolate or Wine is a wonderful substitute.
When swallowing. Unrequited love.
This is because for some. Not such as I.
Food can be. A substance. To stuff up. Gap left. By lost love.
Fill up upon. Descend upon. Momentarily. Constantly. Constantly.
If not of an age. And persuasion. To suffer an intensified addiction.
Filling up the appalling gulf. Left gaping. Without needed lost love.
“Exercise gurus would rather we abandon grief
through enthusiastic aerobics.”
A new cult fashion flavoured musical routine.
“Religious gurus would rather we drown our sorrow in Buddhism or Catholicism or... ” True Christianity? Islam or a new age lifestyle?
A special friend in a short black mini skirt and lips
that quiver like her eyes, with loving me, her lover.
A body alive with rhythm, and the need to be loved, and give completely,
in synchronicity, of coupled harmony, is infinitely better.
“Than a freshly smacked arse.”
“Broken capillaries on a drunk’s face.”
“The juice of a crushed tamarillo fragrant and tart”.
{Or} “A skull busting migraine searing your retina to your optic nerve.”
Rhythm Of Life. A Heartbeat Multiplied.
Many Varied Variated Pulse Of Life.
Rhythm Resonating Life. A Heartbeat Multiplied.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Breathing Life Into Each Personality Potential
I am constant
in love attention
I bequeath to my children.
Thus they remain
strong as individuals
continue to develop
their unique abilities
their prime growth ability
to access universal energy.
We develop our destinies
together by breathing life
into each potential person
we encounter as we focus
loving energy into cultivating
their unique dormant beauty
by projecting energy
into their awakening
stirring deeper glory
as we appreciate
their innate nature
desire to make
a positive difference
in heartbeat heartthrob world
with their hidden talents.
We all bare a portion
of universal truth
locked alluring within
each present moment.
Meditate focus upon
choice purpose present
where manifest change
is enacted energy point
focus energy staged on
those moved to speech
when interacting within
group soul with purity
of clear vibrant
non-controlling
drama energy.
Energy is sent
with love
each person
has a portion
of universal
truth to impact
at differing times
as we seek attain
enlightenment
in an orderly
self fusion
cosmic fashion
through compassion
a sharper intuition
of shared visions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Like a harp in heaven
So beautiful
flow of a touch
reaches deeper
then any mountain
with the highest peak
subtle and Divine
is the connection
of our souls
So beautiful
I feel your energy swimming
in me, healing me
pumping love into my veins
when I touch you
my hands, my body
my heart, my soul
my mind
as I watch from within
all melts into you
in such completeness
and becomes invisible
So beautiful
I no longer feel me
I am your energy
one blue thread
maybe gold, maybe silver
how can I explain
can I find words to do so?
no, i don't think I can
simple or complex as they may be
those letters can't be expressed
So beautiful
take the whole alphabet
and make it into heaven
describe your presence there
can you?
I am going back to say;
should I even say
mine at this point
see, it is no longer mine nor yours
it just becomes ours
in trinity
we are
So beautiful
Home where hearts
beat in the rhythm
of the moment
and the heart, only one
was given to me and you
So beautiful
I don't have one heart
I carry two
yours and mine
every beat are notes of yours
that create me in new lyrics
in new music
not the music
my ears hear
but the music
the soul plays
like a harp in heaven
poem by Kasia Fedyk
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The Love Energy...
I don't believe in distances
I don't believe in spaces
I don't believe in time
I don't believe in borders
cause All I believe
Is in the energy
The energy that transforms
The energy that creates
The energy that projects
The energy that rises
And bring us togather
Cause since I meet you
I become into the Love Energy
fluiding on my veins
giving a reason to my existence
Turning my monotomy
into the Illusion of be loved
And getting us closer
to posses you
from my soul,
from my body,
from my heart...
cause everything I just can say
is that I Love You!
poem by Vilma Xelin
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Energy ~ What If?
Why?
Why do we need the electric energy?
Why are we dependent on batteries?
Why do we need games to socialize
the computers the tv screen
Humans are to become
Robotized! ?
We are waking up each day
to do mostly the same
From time to time by luck
we may squeeze a free moment
hints to remind us that this world
is not about wasting self...
Why do we act as electricity
is the only form of energy?
Why?
What if
the only thing we really need
could be the connection
of own minds bodies and souls?
What if we are sources of energy?
poem by Elena Sandu
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Daily you do kiss me (English sonnet)
Daily you do kiss me as if I am forgiven
from all the hurt that the day did bring
as your happiness reaches to high heaven
and outside the wind does comforting sing
and there is a sweet kind of gentle emotion
while constantly we do love each other
as if following God in devotion
but with a different love than a sister and brother
while you are mine and I am yours
we experience something great and almost divine
as true heartfelt feelings is ours
and the essence of greatness in your eyes does shine
while I wonder why I am blessed as this,
when pure, kind and true our love is.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sung Melody Your Life?
time how shall I tell of time
flowing passing singing crying
smiling, flesh pulling in me?
time is a fine cherished wine
a sour vinegar all between time
binds species flesh, each soul
in unique dissimilar ways
adventures ride it run with it
or be dragged off, into oblivion
'As poets we shall write
many poems containing time'
these words begin my poem
'Karma Of Destinies Spoken'
but it is not my poem
it is our poem...
for time in poetry
is an elixir, of our poetic...
lives, we are all poets each life
is a poem written in harmonic
beauty, discord or keys struck
randomly, or with less precision
how, will you play keys marking
events, in sequence which shall
combine, in sung melody your life?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Dream Miracles God Speaks To Soul Mine
I gave God two more poems today
two perfectly harmonic resonating poems
two poems dream mind writ
two poems never to write out
two poems never to public post
the first fruits the best
I vowed to give God
in awaiting dreams I gift
poems to God is gifted best poems
God smiles I watch heaven’s eyes
across cosmos God’s love is given
across created God space prayer given
love gifted given God’s love shines
dream miracles God speaks to soul mine
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Soul
Beauty is not everything
But if it is, I wanna lose mine
For I am nothing...
All gape
All mope
Like a butterfly birthed in space territories
My allure is framed in time territories
All through a tinted glass muse over me
They listen 'cos I'm beauty
They care 'cos I'm beauty
They want 'cos I'm beauty
They love 'cos I'm beauty
But like all vanities
Beauty must pay time its due
Seas come, thunder bolts
On a rare day as this, I see one
Lightning strikes
And I see, though all be blind
The stranger on the other side of the street
'Fugly' as some say
I watched for seconds
A million seconds perhaps
She wasn't a butterfly
Not even a housefly
Just a fly
A distant observation revealed
A soul's beauty needs taking care of
Why? . I thought
Time. I answered
Time has no fangs on the garden of a soul
And though time could leave stretch marks on the heart's cavity
A conscience ignored
Is the murder of a soul
But like a cat with nine lives
The soul lives on
And though alive
It's photograph is like that of Dorian
I say once more
If beauty be everything
I wanna lose mine
For I am nothing...
....Without a beautiful soul.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Who Warmed Our Heart Of Days?
sometimes in the rush of days
we forget to thank friends
for their simple sincere acts
of friendship blessing our lives
their conversation and thoughts
that enrich our lives minds souls
to think our soft thoughts feelings
of appreciation is not enough friends;
they cannot read our minds
understand inner twinkle in our eyes
this day this moment precious
is sun warmed rich ray reflections
of their friendship that warms
enriches our souls journeys
therefore take time thank friends
who have warmed our heart of days
poem by Terence George Craddock
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When humans participate in ceremony, they enter a sacred space. Everything outside of that space shrivels in importance. Time takes on a different dimension. Emotions flow more freely. The bodies of participants become filled with the energy of life, and this energy reaches out and blesses the creation around them. All is made new everything becomes sacred.
To conserve energy
Energy drains away in discomforts.
Pain, fear and anger contribute to it.
Energy conserves well in comforts.
Peace and happiness squarely promote it.
Be with the people you are at ease with
Rather than the ones who are indifferent.
Energy is conserved in privacy
And drained in public puzzles.
Love is the greatest energy saver.
Faith, belief and hope add to energy.
Doubts and suspicion erode energy.
To conserve energy is in your hand.
29.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Resonances Come From What We Don't Understand
The greatest resonances come from what you do not understand.
The moment that you do, each resonance is muted.
That’s why you should not only want, but paradoxically demand,
that all your thoughts by those of others be refuted,
resonating in these people’s minds in very different ways
than they’d been resonating beautifully in yours,
engaging with your thoughts while they’re refuting them, which may amaze
not only you but them, and make your thoughts endure.
Mark Swed (Julie Taymor’s Superhero Stumble, ” LA Times.7/24/11) contrasts Julie Taymor’s failed production of ‘Spider-Man” with Peter Brooke’s reduced “Magic Flute”:
The most common complaint about Taymor’s “Spider-Man” was that no one could figure out what was going on. But in many theater traditions around the world (including ours) , theater need not be a narrative art. It’s what you don’t understand that can have the greatest resonance.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Dance Freedom In Every Heartbeat
if we cannot dance
with love and freedom
in our hearts for all
then we cannot hear
the rhythm of love
written into all beauty
that remains
in our heart
beat world
that remains
in beautiful
gentle souls
that remains
in gift love
softly sung
that remains in God’s
original gift vision
for created humanity
all souls
dancing to sacred
rhythm life
are previous
unique hearts
bliss wonder
all dancers
smile laugh
breathe love
Inspired by the poem ‘Heartbeat’ by Unwritten Soul.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Future Song
Written by: lenny kravitz
Life brings on unexpected changes
But we must carry on despite it
Are we gonna try
Are we gonna make it
Why is love so very hard
Why is peace so very far
I cant make it
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye
We cant control all our situations
And we cant console underpriviledged
Nations
So why dont we try
To make more smiling faces
Were so full of disregards
We feel pain within our hearts
I cant take it
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye
So Im calling out
Out to all he races
We cant gain control
Without communication
And we need to learn for future generations
There is a future in our stars
There is beauty that is ours
Were gonna make it
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna wither and die
The future of our space and time
Is not gonna say goodbye
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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The letter says
Words, lingustic signatures
They are on most days irrelevant
But there are many uses for the letter F
On bad days it fires itself
Small pellets
Resonating sounds
Beats an onaematapeic drum
Bouncing from the buccal of the mouth
On to the Flat Fat surface
Of the tongue
A resonating Gun
Listen,
Can you hear it fall quickly?
How one F ing letter
Cracks the sentence?
The daily drudge of making reason sing
In symmetry with time
Hearing nothing then...
But on a bad day, this is ffffffffffffffffffffff ing
Poetry......
So let its 'ruddy hue' replace the 'blush'
Of P'S and Q's and all that 'Fuss! '
yvette m smith dec 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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How Beautiful Is It
Pilling up the positive thoughts,
Wishing time could depart us,
How beautiful are your hands,
Fashioning a fish pond with your peers,
Holding your niece so dearly,
Awaiting to hug cousin,
How beautiful are your hands,
As beautiful as they may be,
They will never hold me
Your eyes looked beyond me,
Sensible but not even capable,
How beautiful are your eyes,
Looking at the smoke and clouds,
In desolate lands with voidness,
Where wealth is found under sand,
How far can your eyes see,
As clear and vivid your vision may be,
You may never see me in your sight
Being simple and full of humility,
How far can you act my friend,
The words are hidden and rare,
Difficult to choose and express,
Yet the feeling so easy to encounter
How beautiful are you feelings,
As beautiful and humble as they may be,
You might never feel for me
The movement of the stars and moon,
The dreams you dream my dear,
The hopes, thoughts and visions,
Being there is actually being absent,
How beautiful are your dreams,
Do you dream of me like I do,
How wonderful are you visions,
As wonderful and beautiful they may,
I might never be in them
Me and you, perfect match,
The fairytales so continous and perfect,
The feeling so strong and ever coming,
How beautiful is us,
As beautiful as we may be,
There can never be us.
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Downloading The World
well it is nothing great
this whole realm
could be downloaded
into a space
smaller than the tiniest disc
everything reduced into energy
onto a disc where things move, live,
or stay stationery driven by energised thought
our universe the size of this thought
how much we see is how much we want to see
what we think becomes what we are
thoughts are set by the master
some springing from thought itself
a renewal of energy is actually death
the cursor that disappears for a moment
comes back to shine again
energy spirals from sphere to sphere
cell to cell, space to space
- in a little shiny disc that contains
the whole universe
and we are already in one
somewhere among billions of discs
in a container smaller than a cigarette box
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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