Unstooping
Low on his fours the Lion
Treads with the surly Bear;
But Men straight upward from the dust
Walk with their heads in the air;
The free sweet winds of heaven,
The sunlight from on high
Beat on their clear bright cheeks and browns
As they go striding by;
The doors of all their houses
They arch so they may go,
Uplifted o’er the four-foot beasts,
Unstooping, to and fro.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Walk Through The Fire
Walk through the fire
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame (walk through the fire)
No trace of indecision
Lion keep his vision clear
Moving out
Across the water
The wet leaves quiver in the heat
Darkness heavy on my shoulder
Smell the smoke, sickly sweet
The bodys weak, the shadows strong
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame (walk through the fire)
Lion show no sign of fear
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Through the dust and ashes
While the building crashes
Walk through the flame (walk through the fire)
No time for doubt or caution
Taken by the strong emotion
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
No trace of indecision
Lion hold his vision clear
(walk, walk, walk)
Walk through the fire (walk through the fire)
Walking in the path of angel
Walk on down below, walk on down below
Walk on down below, walk on down below
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Come On Death
Surly
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on deaaaath
Ohaaaaaahhhh, ohaaaaaaaahahah, ohaaaaaaoooohoh
Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on ...
Noooooooooooo, noooooooooo, nooooooooooo, nooooooooooo
Surly, and I am so surly, and I am so surly
And I am so surly, oooooaaaaaahhhh
Deaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaaaath
Come on death, come on death, come on death, come on death
Surly, surly, surly, surly
Im does finishing to hell
And Im does, and Im does hell, hell, heeelllllllll
Come on death (x4) -- ohaaaaaaaahh
Come on death (x4) -- deaaaaaaaaaaath
Performed in new york, ny on 09/28/91.
song performed by by Nirvana
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Let It Be
Everything in my heart is for you,
Everything in my soul is for you,
Everything that i am is for you;
Let it be in the name of love and,
Just walk straight to me.
My sweet lady,
This true love is for you to share with;
It is coming straight from my heart.
I was made for you and you are mine,
Walk straight to my heart my sweet one;
And love me all day long to fulfil this dream.
Where will you be without love?
Where will you be without me?
Just walk straight to my heart.
You are the love of my eyes,
You are the tree of my hope,
Walk straight to me and let it be;
My sweet and beautiful lady,
Walk straight to me and let it be.
True love has no boundaries,
Just walk straight to me and let it be;
Everything that i am is for you my sweet one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dark Angel
Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide,
kin to his ways and scopes to bound,
steel spurs transmit the spell around,
that duel's guns and death astound,
companion keen to stand aside,
Dark angel of heartbeating pound,
sixth sense of premonition glide,
Gunfighters' walk on dust, midday,
where forty fours will blossom fire,
his eyes sweep on each detail,
a draw of bluff on deathwalk trail,
will have sixes' to beat double play,
black coat, gun belt - thorn dry briar.
Gunfighters' walk on dust, midday,
where forty fours will blossom fire.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Unappeasable Host
THE Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
For they will ride the North when the ger-eagle flies,
With heavy whitening wings, and a heart fallen cold:
I kiss my wailing child and press it to my breast,
And hear the narrow graves calling my child and me.
Desolate winds that cry over the wandering sea;
Desolate winds that hover in the flaming West;
Desolate winds that beat the doors of Heaven, and beat
The doors of Hell and blow there many a whimpering ghost;
O heart the winds have shaken, the unappeasable host
Is comelier than candles at Mother Mary's feet.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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A view of spring turning into summer (hybridanelle)
From the time that the first sunlight hit me
I was surrounded by heat like a cocoon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
while the early morning breeze
kissed my cheek
with an early morning freeze
and there were clouds escaping from my mouth that I could see
evaporating like steam or gas from a balloon.
From the time that the first sun light hit me
some dust tickling my nose made me sneeze
and glorious bright rays
kissed my cheek,
buds opened on every plant and tree,
ants marched to and fro like in a platoon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
and I was experiencing days
of spring leading into summer
and glorious bright rays
and nature’s decree
summoning new seasons, made me feel like a tycoon
from the time that the first sunlight hit me
and the wind like a drummer
sweeping through sand, leaves and branches whistling its song
of spring leading into summer
and you my love, had to agree
that an awesome summer would be here soon
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
as if this freaky wind was blowing me along,
turned part of me into nature and I saw it
sweeping through sand, leaves and branches whistling its song
and even you were in its spell and we
were both smitten with summer and spring that afternoon.
From the time that the first sunlight hit me
and I saw the clear blue sky and felt free
it was like standing on a high summit
while the early morning breeze,
turned part of me into nature and I saw it
with an early morning freeze.
poem by Gert Strydom
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If Heaven Descent Fire Winds
If heaven descent fire winds
Where all soul will stay
If land is mortal, where grass will live
And if whole days is somber
How our shadow will appear
So; if star drizzle like morning dew
Where our heads will hide
If winds blow heaven fire
Where all birds will play
So; if we lay our heart on hot mat
And lost the heaven peace
Where our soul will stay
Ah; what delight of lion having no teeth
And bliss of fish having no tail
poem by Olugbenga Ayoola.O
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Come Sweet Death
Come Sweet Death
Come sweet death, gentle deliver,
Wrap me in your embrace.
Give me that chill kiss;
Let me feel your deadly sting.
Free this too heavy heart.
Let my soul fly upward,
High into the eternal realm;
Into the rays of cosmic dust.
Let me clutch the lilly to my breast.
And lie in that last repose,
From whence non return.
Come sweet death come.
poem by Paul Brookes
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Heaven
(per andreasson/ pernilla emme)
Producer for bonnie: jimmy smyth
Here where we live
There's peace in this winter night
Pain has forever gone away
Oceans and winds are calm
And the stars so bright
Come and stay beside me
Come and be my friend
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Far from the city lights
By an open fire
Come let's start again
Start all over again...
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Heaven has opened it's arms above our heads
Heaven let sunshine upon our road
Heaven let love be the guide along the way
Let the angels say hello...
Let the angels say hello... heaven...heaven...
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Bizarre Beasts
Bizarre beasts are breezy once laughing,
Clean and clear are their arts forever;
Clever maps are driven, forming an illness,
Deafening the ears of the traveller.
A devilish grin arouses the beasts around,
The colossal weather-changes bear fruit
For all the cloudy scene, when animals roar
And beam on the lesser variety, forever.
I am an eminent believer in beasts that travel,
Boring boldness accepts their heads of work,
For the descriptive edge arrives, well ahead,
Demonic and different are the classes of their travel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Earth's Preference
Earth loves her young: a preference manifest:
She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;
Their beauty with her choicest interthreads,
And makes her revel of their merry zest;
As in our East much were it in our West,
If men had risen to do the work of heads.
Her gabbling grey she eyes askant, nor treads
The ways they walk; by what they speak oppressed.
How wrought they in their zenith? 'Tis not writ;
Not all; yet she by one sure sign can read:
Have they but held her laws and nature dear,
They mouth no sentence of inverted wit.
More prizes she her beasts than this high breed
Wry in the shape she wastes her milk to rear.
poem by George Meredith
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We Are All Captured Beasts
We are all captured beasts,
And we howl - as we might.
We can't open the doors,
For the doors are locked tight.
If our hearts can remember tradition,
When our barking brings solace, we bark.
We don't know. Long ago we've forgotten
That it stinks badly in this zoo-park.
For our hearts can accept repetition;
Bored and weary, we cuckoo our song.
For the zoo is impersonal, habitual;
We've not longed to be free for so long.
We are all captured beasts,
And we howl - as we might.
We can't open the doors,
For the doors are locked tight.
poem by Fyodor Sologub
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Cats
At night with eyes big and bright
the cats go out to play and at midnight
there's just one law that they obey
they sneer and wail,
swing their tails,
bare their claws,
sometimes scratch them against doors
cavilling with each other over territories
making some dogs growl
uneasy as if some demons form hell
are sneaking on all fours
having them under a spell
with evil in mind
and tiger, leopard and beasts they are,
not feeling anything for the welfare
of others of there kind,
as sleek killing machines that prowl
not hindered by bars
with eyes that glare
poem by Gert Strydom
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They Say
They say the future's looking bright
I guess i just can't see it
Everything's gonna be alright
I just can't believe it
They say the beat continues on
I guess i just can't hear it
It's been this way far too long
I try to grin and bear it
Hold your head up high
Stand your ground
You think you've won the prize
Take a look around
They say it's in God's hands
I guess i just don't trus him
Part of some master plan
I don't understand it
They say that heaven awaits
I guess i'm just impatient
How will i get through the gates
I guess i'll have to pray
Is there anyone listening
Won't somebody save us
Is there anyone out there
Someone we can trust
Don't walk away
Stay here with us
We're so afrad
Don't know who we can trust
Hold your head up high
Staand your ground
Take a look around, open your eyes
song performed by by 98 Mute
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To His Sleeping Mistress
Oh, fair sweet face! oh, eyes, celestial bright,
Twin stars in heaven, that now adorn the night!
Oh, fruitful lips, where cherries ever grow,
And damask cheeks, where all sweet beauties blow!
Oh, thou, from head to foot divinely fair!
Cupid's most cunning net's made of that hair;
And, as he weaves himself for curious eyes,
'Oh me, oh me, I'm caught myself!' he cries:
Sweet rest about thee, sweet and golden sleep,
Soft peaceful thoughts, your hourly watches keep,
Whilst I in wonder sing this sacrifice,
To beauty sacred, and those angel eyes!
poem by John Fletcher
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Empty Old Houses
Empty Old Houses
Empty old houses can talk…
But one must know how to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses have stories…
But one must be eager to listen…
to hear them
Empty old houses can suffer..
But one must have empathy …
To feel it
Empty old houses can feel pain
But one must be able to bear it …
To feel it
Empty old houses have memories
But one must believe … that they have…
To share them
Empty old houses contain people’s lives
But one must believe…that they do…
To share them
Empty old houses can seem dead and deserted
But one must know that they’re not..
To know them
Empty old houses can teem with life’s pleasures
But one must walk through
to sense the aura of life
Empty old houses abound in life’s treasures
But one cannot help but…
To admire them
poem by David Whalen
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The Moulting Cage
The Moulting Cage hath fastened yet I feel as though I fly
Free from the guilt of a burdening reality.
My arms demand movement to the rhyme
Sweet Ecstasy entices me to dance her circle
She says take a chance on me, I’ll set you free
As you walk amongst the ancient trees, Ah Sweet Ecstasy.
Upon the whispering winds fly the cries of demented hounds
They seek to ground us with their claws
They seek to close tight the doors of perception
They seek to know you as you would never know yourself
They seek to place fairytale wisdoms upon the shelf.
poem by David Lacey
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Love's Philosophy
The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In another's being mingle--
Why not I with thine?
See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower could be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Cold, clear, and blue the morning heaven
Cold, clear, and blue the morning heaven
Expands its arch on high;
Cold, clear, and blue Lake Werna's water
Reflects that winter sky:
The moon has set, but Venus shines,
A silent, silvery star.
Will the day be bright or cloudy?
Sweetly has its dawn begun;
But the heaveb may shake with thunder
Ere the settling sun.
Lady, watch Apollo's journey;
Thus thy first hour's course shall be;
If his beams through summer vapours
Warm the earth all placidly,
Her days shall pass like a pleasant dream in sweet tranquility.
If it darken, if a shadow
Quench his rays and summon rain,
Flowers may open, buds may blossom,
Bud and flower alike are vain;
Her days shall pass like a mournful story in care and tears and pain.
If the wind be fresh and free,
The wide skies clear and cloudless blue,
The woods and fields and golden flowers
Sparkling in sunshine and in dew,
Her days shall pass in Glory's light the world's drear desert through.
poem by Emily Brontë from The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1908)
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Foot Of Pride
(Bob Dylan)
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man
so can a woman who passes herself off as a male
They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer
preacher talking 'bout Christ betrayed
Like the earth just opened and swallowed him up
reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
You know what they say about bein' nice to the right people on the way up
sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
Oh, there ain't no comin' back when your foot of pride come down
ain't no comin' back
Oh, no, comin' back when your foot of pride come down
ain't no comin' back
They got a brother named James, don't forget faces or names
sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed
He looked straight into the sun and said revenge is mine
but he drinks, and drinks can be fixed
Sing me one more song, ha, about ya love me to the moon and the stranger
and your fall by the sword love affair with Erroll Flynn
In these times of compassion when conformity's in fashion
say, one more stupid thing to me before the final nail is driven in
Oh, there ain't no comin' back when your foot of pride come down
hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh, baby, ain't no comin' back when your foot of pride come down
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, ain't no comin' back
There's a retired businessman named Red ...
cast down from heaven and he's out of his head
He feeds off of everyone that he can touch
he said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash
Not somebody that you play around with much Miss Delilah is his
a Philistine is what she is, She'll do wondrous works with your fate
Ah, Feed you coconut bread, spice buns in your bed
if you don't mind sleepin' with your head face
song performed by by Lou Reed
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