Transmigration of Souls
My mind is crystal clear
With unadulterated desire
For metamorphosis.
I’ve grown weary
With whom I am
As a man
And the paltry history
Of an insignificant existence.
Walking down a busy street,
I’d like to gaze into a shop window
And smile to not recognize my reflection.
The greatest scientific discovery
Will not be eternal youth
But complete transformation
From one soul into another.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Three Cats
Three cats
Each one a history
#1 tamed off the street
Dog catcher denied.
#2 acquired through a neighbor
A grief replacement
For the number one's companion
Lost to owl power.
#3 a shop cat once
We loved her window antics with our daughter
Granted asylum when the flower shop closed.
A history of three cats.
poem by Bill Grace
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And when I met Cecil Taylor it was a complete transformation of musical identities. All the tenets that I had grown up with were thrown out the window.
quote by Archie Shepp
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Beyond Recognition
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
burnt in the firmament of
my unadulterated desire for you
i'm now reduced to
a whiff of thin vapour
quickly carried away by the wind
and in no time absorbed by ether
no friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
i'm now a tomb with all
love and hurt accrued
buried deep within with
no epitaph inscribed
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as i sit in a corner of a cold bed
drawing my empty limbs closer
as if they're all that's left of me...
no my friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as much as i can't recognize me myself
through this vacant mirror...
wait, there from a corner
i recognize you simply gazing
at nothing in particular...
why, you alone?
i recognize my self
no more...
25dec2009
01.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Child smiles
Only in a world of freedom,
Can a child unfold and bloom.
Only with the sun piercing right through the dark hut,
Can a child see the wonderful sights of this world.
Only in an ocean of unprejudiced love,
Can a child speak to its heart's content.
Only through the eyes of soft empathy,
Can a child see its true reflection.
Only in surroundings of unadulterated society,
Can a child open its mind wholesomely and dream.
Only when applauded at its tiniest achievement,
Can a child come to know its hidden potential.
Only in lanes without propagation of caste,
Can a child recognize its own identity.
Only in the cradle of happiness,
Can a child fantasize and create.
Only in vicinity of the learned,
Can a child imbibe the essentials of life.
Only in the pages of medieval history,
Can a child understand its ancestors better.
Only in unpolluted waters of the Ganges,
Can a child splash its hands and wholeheartedly swim.
Only without discrimination of gender and status,
Can a child flourish to achieve its goal.
Only in the gentle hands of its mother,
Can a child shield its eyes and sob.
And Only in an atmosphere of complete equality,
Can a child stimulate his urge for learning, prosper
and SMILE.
poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Youth Of 1,000 Summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul. in my soul, in my soul
In my soul. in my soul. in my soul
And he looks so radiant
And he shines like the sun
And he looks so radiant
And he lights up the world
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Yeah, love it, yeah, love it
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
He's the king of the mountain
And the clear crystal fountain
He's the saint of the river
He's the ancient of days
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And he makes you go skipping
And he makes you go dancing
And he gets you in rhythm
And he moves you in song
He's the youth of a thousand summers
He's the youth of a thousand summers
Like a sweet bird of youth
Like a sweet bird of youth
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
In my soul, in my soul, in my soul
Oh, in my soul, in my soul, in my soul
And a sweet bird of youth
In my soul (repeat)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Another World
My mind.
It’s a complete
other world.
I could
live in there.
Is that crazy?
A land flowing beautiful dreams
purity sparkling crystal streams.
Many throughout
history succumb
to this inner resort.
Spinning mind.
It’s a complete
other world.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Drunken Of Fatigue
as crystal eyes sway
they long for a dream
for a weary mind
is not quite sane enough for consiousness
the glass tear dropp pendulum
softly swings from an unsturdy hold
fate seems fantasy
in this breif moment of vacillate thinking
yet through complete uncertainty
a glimpse of you alerts me
with thoughts of love and somewhat desire
for i long to be entangled in your complex mind
swinging from every silk-soft thread
with these crystal eyes
fixed on the oceans inside yours
sweep me away
wrapping me with deep red satin
as our souls entertwine
and our hearts join together mending each other
lost in your soul my mind losses
it is defenseless to your power
this deep red romance in which no one of us leads
yet our bodies both lead on their own
tender lips meet mine sweet and intense
forever leaving this memory in our hearts
this deep red romance
our deep red satin romance
makes even swaying crystal eyes
steady themselves
4*4*05
poem by Lauren Phillips
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Soft Breasts
Soft breasts
On a summer mattress,
There’s a lilac breeze
Wafting gently
Through an open window.
To gaze into her eyes
Would be like wading
In a magical stream
Of eternal youth.
I’m dazzled by her hair
Flirting with the butterfly tattoo
Flying on her perfect left shoulder,
I’m tenderly crushed by desire.
She abruptly rises from the bed
When she notices me
Painting her portrait
On the canvas of my mind.
She contemplates
Turning me out of the house
Like a servant,
But she understands, I’ll suffer more
Watching her every move.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Gaze Into The Crystal
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see within.
Is my future rosy,
will I have many friends?
Look into the crystal;
pray tell me what you see for me.
Am I going to be rich,
or am I to remain poor.
Will I be loved always
or is it just a dream?
Gaze into the crystal
and tell me what you see.
Look into the crystal
I beg you please.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Crystal Ball
Written by tommy shaw
Lead vocals by tommy shaw
I used to like to walk the straight and narrow line
I used to think that everything was fine
Sometimes Id like to sit and gaze for days through sleepless dreams
All alone and trapped in time
All alone and trapped in time
I wonder what tomorrow has in mind for me
Or am I even in its mind at all
Perhaps Ill get a chance to look ahead and see
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Soon as I find myself a crystal ball
Tell me, tell me where Im going
I dont know where Ive been
Tell me, tell me, wont you tell me
And then tell me again
My heart is breaking, my bodys aching
And I dont know where to go
Tell me, tell me, wont you tell me
Ive just got to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things Ive got to know
Crystal ball
[extra verse used occasionally live]
If you should see me walking
Through your dreams at night
Would you please direct me
Where I ought to be
Ive been looking for a crystal ball
To shed the light
To find a future in me...
To find a future in me...
Crystal ball
Theres so many things I need to know
Crystal ball
Theres so many things Ive got to know
Crystal ball
song performed by by Styx
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Never Die
Hands on a window pane
Watching some children laugh and play
They're running in circles
With candy canes and French braids
Inspired to question
What makes us grown-ups anyway?
Let's search for the moment
When youth betrayed itself to age
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
Never Die
In searching for substance
We're clouded by struggle's haze
Remember the meaning
Of playing out in the rain
We swim in the fountain
Of youth's timeless maze
If you drink the water
Your youth will never fade
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
Never Die
Never Die
Never Die
I won't let go of that youthful soul
Despite body and mind my youth will never die
I won't let go of that youthful soul
Despite body and mind my youth will never die
[Guitar Break]
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
So let the children play
Inside your heart always
And death you will defy
'Cause your youth will never die
Never Die
song performed by by Creed from Human Clay
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Almost all paleontologists recognize that the discovery of a complete transition is in any case unlikely.
quote by George G. Simpson
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Into The Looking Glass
Who is viewer
of own reflected image?
Do you see en-fleshed
reality as youth,
radiant in bullet proof
life, embracing beauty,
or age en-fleshed;
as ancient life survivor?
Is held looking glass
in the hand of age or beauty?
Interesting is what each
woman sees, the now of youth,
or lined reality, of age
or memories of youth; that linger.
Some gaze deeply into
the glass, past surface experience.
Through the eyes of seeing
through eye of inner soul.
Does the young man see
in his face, reflection of girlfriend?
Is the sparkle in his eyes,
for her or the girl, he hopes to find?
Does he seek one or many?
The wild ones, are ever attractive.
Does the girl see the bride?
A man to be moulded into marriage?
Do people really desire
to see, themselves in the mirror?
Or do they look with hope
or dreams, fitting flesh accordingly?
Changing hair perfume clothes,
shape, is cosmetic transition.
Others re-sculpture entire body
to create, plastic fantastic.
Those who cannot stand reflection
find form, in hall of mirrors.
Reflections born of desire can be
mind interactive, blade dreams.
Some hate image bent through years
while others, embrace soul’s journey.
Remember quote 'A monkey is superior
to man, in that when it looks in the mirror,
all it sees is a monkey.’ Yet this is not true,
a monkey sees status and primacy paramount.
Each monkey sees, own others, integral place
interactive, dependent place; within the troop.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Welome to everywhere...
From birth I gaze upon my own demize,
Every pulse of life a cosmic heatbeat,
Shocked down the road of my own existence,
By the nightmares of my many failures,
Knowing that hope cannot exist without dreams,
I may drive myself into complete and utter madness,
Gazing through the frosted window of insanity,
Across the bridge that leads to memories once lived,
I see once again the stone built houses of my youth,
The vast fields of empty beauty stretching out before me,
Once more summer's seem to be forever unlimited,
Dreams seem endless and somehow possible,
The concrete world of today fades into nothingness,
And my mind screams... 'welome to everywhere...'
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Easy, On Easy Street
This song was first released on the some days are diamonds album. it is the only album it has been released on.
My way was the hard way
Didnt know it at the time
I couldve made it by now
But I as too busy tryin
Your way was too easy
Thank God you came along
You took me to a special place
Where nothing can go wrong
Easy, on easy street
Youre the one who gave me love
That made my love complete
Easy, on easy street
The dream I pictured in my mind
Could never be this sweet
Everything Ill ever need
Is here with you on easy street
I know youre up to something
Whats on your little heart
It really doesnt matter, cause
I know Ill love my part
Easy, on easy street
Youre the one who gave me love
That made my love complete
Easy, on easy street
The dream I pictured in my mind
Could never be this sweet
Everything Ill ever need
Is here with you on easy street
Is here with you on easy street
The dream I pictured in my mind
Could never be this sweet
Everything Ill ever need
Is here with you on easy street
Words and music by johnny slate and larry keith
song performed by by John Denver
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The Barreness Of A Busy Life
Beware the barrenness of a busy life.
(Socrates)
bored as barren
a body that is bone-dry,
a walk in the desert,
dry as dust,
moistureless existence
lips parched,
a thirsty soul,
a life waterless
busy, busy, busy,
that is what you are.
beware, for soon
in seeking life
busy, busy, busy,
you lose it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Feelings of the Wrong and Innocent Part 1
I cry on a dark night.
In my room looking out the window
Nothing in sight,
Only my reflection out the window
As I cry.
I cry because I'm angry.
I see the boys in the street
With poor innocent ladies,
Scared to death, why?
As I cry.
47th street of Chicago filled with women
Trying to make a living.
They need guidence,
But who when all the women are gone
To takecare of their kids.
In my window I cry.
poem by Paris.O Johnson
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Fix Your Gaze
When you hit your note
Its like you had no choice
I cant resist distractions web
When you use that voice
On a crowded stage
I play soliloquy
Im at the center of the earth
When you gaze on me
The familiar ring of the native drums
Sometimes I hardly recognize it
Inspiration comes
With the tip of my mind
Holding back the sea
I have no choice but to prevail
When you gaze on me
Ive got the ghost of a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
When you gaze on me
I feel a ring of fire
When you gaze on me
And I lose all desire
Fix your heart on me
Ill show you what Ive memorized
Fix your gaze on me
I need to see your eyes [uh - good god!]
Out in the cold the assassin waits
Armored by love no sword can penetrate
Every time you fix your heart on me
Im a new machine
Where I can find reality routine
Every time you fix your gaze on me
song performed by by Utopia
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Scientific discovery and scientific knowledge have been achieved only by those who have gone in pursuit of it without any practical purpose whatsoever in view.
quote by Max Planck
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