A Diver's Dilemma
By the estuary where sea / river clash
Froth surface broken but nothing torn,
Bubbles flattened like mushroom caps-
Frontier closes on sky below land,
Whence the diver's descent to underworld,
Without walls of life, beacon and back to coast
Fellow rover. Travel worn, he spreads arms in vain
And vainly peers the whale's way and calls for pilot.
Beyond these limits as the mirage melts away,
Not the faintest ray enlightens the distant shore
Where the lost may steer or get the truth that lies
Along the unwalked way, beyond the last threshold.
poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
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Despair
Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near!
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
Like melting fog the mirage melts away
In all-surrounding darkness, void and clear.
Drifting, I spread vain hands, and vainly peer
And vainly call for pilot, -- weep and pray;
Beyond these limits not the faintest ray
Shows distant coast whereto the lost may steer.
O what is life, if we must hold it thus
As wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?
What are these gifts without the larger boon?
O what is art, or wealth, or fame to us
Who scarce have time to know what we desire?
O what is love, if we must part so soon?
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Inner Tube
On the warm July river
head back
upside down river
for a roof
slowly paddling
towards an estuary between trees
there's a dog
learning to swim near me
friends on shore
my head
dips
back to the eyebrow
I'm the prow
on an ancient vessel,
this afternoon
I'm going down to Peru
soul between my teeth
a blue heron
with its awkward
broken backed flap
upside down
one of us is wrong
he
his blue grey thud
thinking he knows
the blue way
out of here
or me
poem by Michael Ondaatje
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There Is No Us
frankly, there is no us.
there is only me and there is only you.
that is the truth,
the bitter truth, but there was a time
oh, it was rare
when i tried to imagine,
oh, imagination goes everywhere i think,
there is no limit to imagination they say
but thinking has
it has walls and fences, thinking limits
where tolerance lies,
there was a time when i imagine us
hand in hand, arms around arms,
forgive my imagination, but there was a time
when i imagine that we made love beside the river
that we were so exhausted after and that we made a promise
to live forever, us, us, together,
but as i told you, in that dream, imagination has no limits
it is crazy, but thinking is sane, it puts a limit to my illusions
and my own delusions about love and togetherness,
about us, but thinking says, and it says with straightforwardness
of a man decisive about an ending
and so i ended it, because i agree, and i definitely agree,
our situation is sky and earth, floor and ceiling,
we do not meet, even halfway on some compromises
there is no us, really, just you and me,
at the end, i love myself much better than i love you,
and so here i am,
gone for good, away from you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom Restoration
Land of the free
Where they know where your car is
Land of the free
Where they know where your cell is
Land of the free
Where they know your credit score
And they know your S.A.T.
Your calls are mapped
In the land of the free
Your Googles are tapped
(Well, you google for free..)
Indentured for life
To your college degree
In debt to your home
Built on pyramid loans
Free to roam the highways
With insurance approved
Free to travel the world
If your passport is not removed
Free to cover children's eyes
Hostage to advertising
Free to roam within your mind
While your soul stays in hiding
Sweet land of liberty
Whose ideals are poetry
Mouthed with no consequence
Or accountability
Built on the emptied lands
Of vanished Indians
What bears your burdens now
Land of the free?
The broken lives of felons
The broken backs of slaves
The immigrant families, torn
The toil of the uninsured.
The fat land chews the cud of lies
While liberty faints from hunger
And freedom is a homeless child
With no security number.
And now what brand of freedom
Is in such burdens found?
Would you consider restoration
At the roots and from the ground?
poem by Frank Bana
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Like A Tattoo
He told me sweet lies of sweet loves
Heavy with the burden of the truth
And he spoke of his dreams
Broken by the burden
Broken by the burden of his youth
Fourteen years he said
I couldn't look into the sun
She saw him laying at the end of my gun
Hungry for life
And thirsty for the distant river
I remember his hands
And the way the mountains looked
The light shot diamonds from his eyes
Hungry for life
And thirsty for the distant river
Like the scar of age
Written all over my face
The war is still raging inside of me
I still feel the chill
As I reveal my shame to you
I wear it like a tattoo
I wear it like a tattoo
I wear it like a tattoo
song performed by by Sade
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Sunrise at Skellig Michael
Night’s paling azurite horizon
cloaked in a gossamer veil of clouds
briefly contests the sunrise
thus allowing nights last stars
some fickle final twinkling
before dwindling from sight
But the Sun has promises to keep
a rendezvous with day
already marked as tardy
by screeching of gulls and gannets
which orchestrate impatient puffin jigs
Sunbeams breach the clouds
gathering strength on far horizon
they surf the ridges of distant waves
gilding each crest in turn
in the race to meet the shore
Light pools around Skellig Michael
and creates a magic floating island
briefly trapped between sea and sky
mysterious as monks
now lost in mists of time
My glimpse being but a pale shadow
snatched from distant flattened shore
leaves me envious almost
of those who contemplated in solitude
centuries of such miraculous dawns
Reader’s note: Skellig Michael, also known as Great Skellig, is a steep rocky island about 16 kilometres off the coast of County Kerry, Ireland. It is the larger of the two Skellig Islands. A celtic monastery, which is situated almost at the summit of the 240-metre-high rock, was built in 588, and became a World Heritage Site in 1996. My own meager experience of this glorious sunrise (from distant flattened shore) comes only by way of viewing the program ‘Sunrise Earth’ on Discovery HD Theater.
poem by Mary Havran
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Underworld (live)
To the underworld
To the underworld i'm going down
Step into the ground
Into the breath of/from the gutter of the underworld
What will be i don't know
And i don't care if somebody's asking me
But i never will go
Back to the places where i once used to be
I don't care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moment's a change in the concrete game
I don't care where you've been
Everybody's astray
Like a homeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
Now i'm on my way cause i'm out of bounds
Direction unknown which is always
What you don't understand
Vague vision in front as the past
Is calling from the lost and found
Never ever turn around, don't wait
And you'll work it out, work it out
I don't care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moment's a change in the concrete game
I don't care where you've been
Everybody's astray
Like a hopeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
song performed by by Alphaville
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Dying Soldiers Wish
(8/18/12)
We were soldiers young and brave
Now we lay here in our grave
Does anyone remember me when I lived
And that I had so much to give.
I wanted all the things that everyone else did
But my thoughts I had hid.
Knowing that I was going to war
To a far and distant shore.
I gave my life defending this land
I'm sure you understand that when duty calls
You are there to give freedom a helping hand.
Can you remember the color of my eyes or my hair
Do you remember the moments that we shared.
Do you remember the look and words unspoken
Of how our love would never be broken.
Do you remember my smile or my laughter
Or the goals that we was after.
I do not ask you to live in memories
But just once in a while to think of me.
Your thoughts will put my heart at ease
And I'll feel your gentle breeze
As you call out my name
Then I'll know I didn't die in vain.
Death does not take a back seat to war
Death is always at the door.
poem by Louis Rams
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Life Is Like Rainbow!
Life is like a rainbow,
you need both
sun and rain to make it appear,
and one who observe,
Life is that rainbow appearing
with Energy and matter, Self is the observer!
Life is like rainbow needs both Sun and rain to spread it colours,
Walk along the garden path,
Or trek along mountain forest paths,
Life spreads its colours,
In flowers and butterflies,
Flora and fauna!
Life spread its colours like rainbow in every ecosystem,
May green mountains,
Shining beneath surface of lake,
May be in hot deserts,
or in cold polar continents!
Life is like rainbow need Life and habitat are two things to spreads its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs food and love to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow needs love and compassion to spread it colours!
life is like Rainbow spreads colours need lover and beloved in their eyes!
Life is like rainbow that needs desires an ambitions to spread it colours!
Life is like rainbow need feelings and thoughts to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs children and parents to spread colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs kids and their innocent thoughts to spread it colours,
Life is like rainbow that needs wisdom and patience in elders to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs two things in teenagers energy and dreams to spread its colours!
Life is like rainbow that needs sky and observer,
Some feel rainbow
is illusion like mirage,
But some manage to bridge between life and soul!
Rainbow colours found in every soap bubble,
bubbles grow and shine,
spread colours before they burst and die, .
Strange feeling they create,
Spread their message,
Just like colours spread on their face!
For a scientist life is like rain bow that needs rain and sun,
For a philosopher,
Life is like rainbow needs illusion and misidentification,
Rainbow is illusion created by elements and light,
just like life and world!
It is natural and nature's MAYA,
Nonexisting thing showup,
hiding existing things,
object is hidden in subject
Just like a mirage in desert or fragrance in a flower!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Relative
Truth is Relative;
True for me is lies for you
In eyes of lies
the truth is bent, but
truth protrudes in tainted folds
of salty tears and painted gold.
Truth for you is a raging sea
of Painted waves; the golden bleeds
Your walls crumble; walls of stone, of
broken souls, tears, labored bones.
Are the lies a shield?
Once again a 'golden' shield
Untill the pain of truth shall yield.
O, savior Truth! O, warrior Truth!
Truth is treaty; a liquid sword
that shatters; breaks; but still remains
the fieds are red, but missing pain.
So ask yourself, 'Are your lies true? '
Did you escape from 'You? '
'Your' eyes see red.
Your eyes see blue.
True for me is lies for you.
No.
Not you; 'You.'
Truth is relative
poem by John Samson
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She Still Calls His Name
Summer moonlight shines
On a midnight train
Lost in emotion she cries
To the wind and the rain
In silence she feels the breeze
No mercy tonight
The passion and promise has made
Life broken inside
She stills calls his name
She cant get home
She stills calls his name
Broken hearted
Another town rolls by
As a distant rose
And wonderin what she will find
When she gets home
You, theres a part in flame
But a careless heart
Dreams are an open game
Will tear you apart
She stills calls his name
Shes out of control
She stills calls his name
Broken hearted
One love comes of the rest
A bed of roses was a bed of nails
Dont take the blame forever
Just give it time
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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She Still Calls His Name (1992 Demo Session)
Summer moonlight shines
On a midnight train
Lost in emotion she cries
To the wind and the rain
In silence she feels the breeze
No mercy tonight
The passion and promise has made
Life broken inside
She stills calls his name
She cant get home
She stills calls his name
Broken hearted
Another town rolls by
As a distant rose
And wonderin what she will find
When she gets home
You, theres a part in flame
But a careless heart
Dreams are an open game
Will tear you apart
She stills calls his name
Shes out of control
She stills calls his name
Broken hearted
One love comes of the rest
A bed of roses was a bed of nails
Dont take the blame forever
Just give it time
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Mirage
Mirage
I am just a mirage
Oh - I am just a mirage
When you look at me
Thru your crystal glass you will see
That I am now your past
But you give your love to me
In your life I wasnt meant to be.
Oh I am just a mirage
Oh I am just a mirage
Just a mirage fading away like water
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am just a mirage
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
I am just a mirage
I am just a mirage
But until that day has come
When you say Ill be your only one
I will live the way its meant for me
With ups and downs and mystery.
song performed by by Santana
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Leaving the mountain
Lush carpeting lies far below
smoke creates haze in the valley
at the side of the road is a fire
I wait on a steep mountainside
the sky is filled with candles
platinum coats distant landscapes
tomorrow I descent to travel
on the road beyond the fire
to my fathers place of birth
to travel through his small town
and seek his spirit there
poem by Walter Durk
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Serenade
THE western wind is blowing fair
Across the dark Ægean sea,
And at the secret marble stair
My Tyrian galley waits for thee.
Come down! the purple sail is spread,
The watchman sleeps within the town,
O leave thy lily-flowered bed,
O Lady mine come down, come down!
She will not come, I know her well,
Of lover's vows she hath no care,
And little good a man can tell
Of one so cruel and so fair.
True love is but a woman's toy,
They never know the lover's pain,
And I who loved as loves a boy
Must love in vain, must love in vain.
O noble pilot tell me true
Is that the sheen of golden hair?
Or is it but the tangled dew
That binds the passion-flowers there?
Good sailor come and tell me now
Is that my Lady's lily hand?
Or is it but the gleaming prow,
Or is it but the silver sand?
No! no! 'tis not the tangled dew,
'Tis not the silver-fretted sand,
It is my own dear Lady true
With golden hair and lily hand!
O noble pilot steer for Troy,
Good sailor ply the labouring oar,
This is the Queen of life and joy
Whom we must bear from Grecian shore!
The waning sky grows faint and blue,
It wants an hour still of day,
Aboard! aboard! my gallant crew,
O Lady mine away! away!
O noble pilot steer for Troy,
Good sailor ply the labouring oar,
O loved as only loves a boy!
O loved for ever evermore!
poem by Oscar Wilde
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Carry Me (a River)
carry me (a river)
carry me a river
take i there, by the river
let the cool breeze wash away the pain
from within me not in vain
carry me a river
where the sweet melodies of the birds reign
the birds in a singing mood so plain
wipe off my mind from the railing train
and carry me over yonder to clear my brain
as you carry me a river
carry me a river
by the river side
the pebbles and the bubbles
clear as water by the stream
as you carry me a river
told me the best poor surrogate of wisdom is pride
but intelligence and self trust will avoid troubles
not even in your dream
carry me a river
in touch with i roots
in my gideon boots
and some khaki suites
carry me a river
to dream a better me
and look back to see
the horizon by sundown
lost but not a clown
with my thinking crown
i stood up to go back-a town
next time
carry me a river on time
though you carry me there for some time
but next time
carry me a river on time
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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Back To The Coast
West coast, try outs
You've got to make it before you die out
New York is the hard way
Time to pack it up and get to L.A.
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
My way is the sky way
Ain't got no time for the highway
I've got to get to the coast, fast as I can
Get to L.A. we'll be the number one band
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (come on)
You've got to get on back (get back)
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast
I say back back back back back, back to the coast
Oooo, yeah get back back back back back, back to the coast
Whoa yeah
If you want to be a star get back to the coast
Back to the coast
You're gonna make it real far so get back to the coast
Back to the coast (oh, get on back), back to the coast
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Angel Arms
In the arms of the angel I am carried to the gates of heaven
I am safe
Safe
Away from myself and you
Pain has become but a distant memory
But it still stabs at my heart at the near THOUGHT of you
In the arms of the angel
Far from you
I am broken
Torn to shreds by the anger of our last words
Shattered by the ground which embraced me when I fell
In the arms of the angel I was lifted from the rubble
The dirty hole in which you'd layed my broken body
JUMP, my love
Take my hand
I will guide you
In the arms of the angel
So far away
poem by Samantha Rak
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Sea-Fever
I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
I must down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.
poem by John Masefield (1916)
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Underworld
To the underworld
To the underworld Im going down
Step into the ground
Into the breath of/from the gutter of the underworld
What will be I dont know
And I dont care if somebodys asking me
But I never will go
Back to the places where I once used to be
I dont care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moments a change in the concrete game
I dont care where youve been
Everybodys astray
Like a homeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
Now Im on my way cause Im out of bounds
Direction unknown which is always
What you dont understand
Vague vision in front as the past
Is calling from the lost and found
Never ever turn around, dont wait
And youll work it out, work it out
I dont care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moments a change in the concrete game
I dont care where youve been
Everybodys astray
Like a hopeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
song performed by by Alphaville
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