041411A claws at treetops
chirps begging sun to rise
beneath those leaves chicks
learning secrets of feathery life
...tree snake is watching for catch
coiling its way for a sure strike
sharp beaks are waiting; watch
keep your eyes open 'til comes up
bright rays seeking all darkness
shadows getting shorter; hurry up
it would be race again; everyday
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Snake Eye
You paint a picture
So its plain to see
Aint no hiding
No security
Ill be watching
Every move you make
When you hear the rattle
Better be awake
Chorus:
Snake eyes, Im watching
Snake eyes, look out
Snake eyes, its coming
Snake eyes, aint no escaping from the snake eye
(no way)
You leave a footprint
For my eye to see
Catch an echo
From a lock and key
From the shadow
Or behind a rock
Get you anywhere
From the darkest shack
Chorus
Hear a rustle
From behind a tree
Get you running
Home to sanctuary
Bolt the door and -
You think youre safe
Im coming to get you
Gonna reach out (? ? ? )
Chorus
Got the snake eyes, they call me a snake in the bush
Snake eyes, biting
Snake eyes, always watching
Snake eyes
Aint no escaping from the -
Just keep a lookout for the -
Snake eye
song performed by by AC-DC
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I'm A-waiting and A-watching
I'm a-waiting and a-watching for the day that has no end.
For the sun that's ever shining, for its rays that ever blend;
For the light that casts no shadows, for the sky that's ever fair,
For the rose that's ever blooming as its fragrance fills the air.
I'm a-waiting and a watching for the land that knows no night;
Where the terrors of the darkness are dispelled in morning's light,
Where the murmurs of the breezes blend themselves into a song,
And the silvery carol echoes to the heavens, soft and long.
I'm a-waiting and a-watching for the song that's never o'er,
For the joy that's never ending on that light-emblazoned shore,
For the peace that shall enfold me with the heaven's holy breath,
For the glory that shall greet me, for the life that knows no death.
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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Revenge Of The Black Dog
he never left
he just lay there staring
through the cracks in the gate
which locked him out
kept him at a safe distance
biding his time watching
waiting for any opportunity
to strike, sink in his teeth
tear at the flesh of thought
he stalked in the shadows
cold blooded and cruel
eyes lifeless, loveless
watching always watching
knowing he'd never win
he'd never claim his kill
just wanting to strike
deliver the pain get revenge
before he's gone
locked out again
poem by Matthew Holloway
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A Boy And The Snake And The Tree That Cures...
a snake is bitten by another snake
it is bleeding and leaves and looks for a tree
to take some sap
for its own cure,
a boy sees what the snake is doing
waits and when the snake leaves
the boy bites the tree
to take the sap
the boy is cured of its long sickness
the tree had long been there near him
but it is the snake that points to him
the tree that can cure his own malady.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shadows of life! ! !
Com stay in shadows of mine
Shadows of life
Sun dawn at beach
Walkig on moon
Shadows of life
Day bright light aftr darkness
Wht can get it to go thru
Nuthng just an insane clip of my life
Shadows of life
Dunt stay in my life
Leave me alone
Thers nuthng I can offer u
excpt disapointmnt
Take it light or ruin it totally unvoid
There's nuthng I can describe
Shadows of life
Nuthing in my hands
Walking on moon
Day bright light aftr darkness
Wht can get it to go thru
Nuthing just a sweet attempt of urs
Shadows of life
poem by Somia Race
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It Is So Beaufitul
a tree
dies attacked by fungus
infection is all
over
all leaves fall
to the ground
i watch sadness
creeping on stones
a tree without leaves
is happiness
stripped
off
as though deserted
all essence
gone
it does not end there
yet
this afternoon
birds with yellow breasts
and tiny beaks
come hovering
the dead tree sings a song
to the night
the sky is listening and it is
so beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cowardice or Intelligence?
I am afraid of the Darkness and the Light,
the Eyes that lurk behind the Trees of Honesty,
waiting to catch our Mistakes.
I am afraid that the End may be near,
that icy fingers will soon wrap around me.
I am afraid that the World will keep turning,
that Life will be allowed to be lived in the Shadows.
I am afraid that nothing is real, that I am a Puppet
being watched by the Children of the Stars.
I am afraid that Life could mean Nothing,
that I am here for Nothing, and will die in Darkness
and simply become part of the Earth for the rest of Eternity.
I am afraid of being Alone in this world,
that the Sky will crash down upon me
once my misery has reached its highest point.
I am afraid of becoming the Forgotten,
of being Remembered only as a civilian passing by.
I am afraid that You are not what You seem,
that You are the Eyes that watch and wait,
hoping that I will make the Mistake.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Beauty Sleeping Breathes
The silhouette of the horizon is wavering, as a mile a minuet we pass
Chalk figures etched into the hillside by ancient hands echoing the grandeur lost of our kingdom green.
Searching for love in the shade of the hangman’s tree,
I'm seeking freedom in the shadow of misery.
Beneath a blanket death the springtime maiden - beauty sleeping breathes
Beneath a blanket of fallen leaves, there she receives comfort warmth from her mothers bosom
Suckling upon the roots of the world tree no serpent is she that sets us free.
The Willow man is singing, heralding the Oak kings return.
The Summer Sun is rising and to no surprise smiles return once more upon the faces
Of those who can find no joy within the hibernation that Winter decrees.
The shadows of the night reflect themselves in contorted passion,
Strange gnarled expressions whisper in my ear the secrets of now and then
The fear of darkness is the fear of death enveloping, suffocating the skin.
poem by David Lacey
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Time After Time
From Clockstoppers Soundtrack.
Cyndi Lauper cover song.
Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
And I think of you
Caught up in circles confusion
Is nothing new
Flashback warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcases of memories,
Time after
Sometimes you picture me
And I'm walking too far ahead
You're calling to me, and I can't hear
What you've said
Then you say go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows you're wondering
If I'm OK
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
You said go slow
I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
If you're lost you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
Time after time
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Time After Time
Lying in my bed
I hear the clock ticking
And think of you
Caught up in circles
Confusion is nothing new
Flash back warm nights
Almost left behind
Suitcase of memories
Time after some times you pictured me
Im walking too far ahead
Youre calling to me
I cant hear what you have said
Then you said
Go slow, I fall behind
The second hand unwinds
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
I turn, my picture fades
And darkness has turned to grey
Watching through windows
Youre wondering if Im ok
Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
Time after time
If youre lost you can look
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you
Ill be waiting
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song performed by by New Found Glory
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The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence.
The stars whirl out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us. A vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
Where have we been? What savage chaos of music
Whirls in our dreams?—We suddenly rise in darkness,
Open our eyes, cry out, and sleep once more.
We dream we are numberless sea-waves languidly foaming
A warm white moonlit shore;
Or clouds blown windily over a sky at midnight,
Or chords of music scattered in hurrying darkness,
Or a singing sound of rain . . .
We open our eyes and stare at the coiling darkness,
And enter our dreams again.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Multitudes Turn In Darkness
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music
Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence,
The stars wheel out, the night grows deep.
Darkness settles upon us; a Vague refrain
Drowsily teases at the drowsy brain.
In numberless rooms we stretch ourselves and sleep.
Where have we been ? What savage chaos of music
Whirls in our dreams? We suddenly rise in darkness,
Open our eyes, cry out, and sleep once more.
We dream we are numberless sea-waves, languidly foaming
A warm white moonlit shore;
Or clouds blown windily over a sky at midnight,
Or chords of music scattered in hurrying darkness,
Or a singing sound of rain
We open our eyes and stare at the coiling darkness,
And enter our dreams again.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Lean On Me
This is for the little child with no father
For that man that doesnt have a place to stay
And for that little boy living with aids
[now tell your story, tell your story]
You can lean on me
Theres a man
Standing on the corner
He has no home, he has no food
And his blue skies are gone
Cant you hear him crying out
And theres a girl
Searching for a father and a friend
Praying that the storm someday will end
But instead of walkin away
Open up your heart and say
I am here
You dont have to worry, I can see your tears
Ill be there in a hurry when you call
Friends are there to catch you when you fall
Heres my shoulder, you can lean on me
Oh, theres a child who is sick and begging to be free
But there is no cure for his disease
He looks up to his mother as
She hold, his hand
Prayin that someday the sun will shine again
And the pain, pain will end, come on
I am here
You dont have to worry, I can see
Your tears
Ill be there in a hurry when you call
Friends are there to catch you when you fall
Heres my shoulder, you can lean on me
Tell me how can i, how can I love jesus
When I never seen his face
Yet I see you dying
And I turn and walk away
So hold my hand, let me take you to a friend of mine
Hes waiting just to ease your troubled mind
Instead of walkin away, open up
Open up your heart and say
I am here
You dont have to worry, I can see your tears
Ill be there in a hurry when you call
Friendsll be there to catch you when, catch you when you fall, ooh
Thank you jesus, yeah
Heres my shoulder, you can lean on me
Heres my shoulder, you can lean on me
Heres my shoulder, you can lean on me
Heres my shoulder, you could lean on me
Hallelujah
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Through the Shutter
The dull transfiguration's of this hapless old room.
The rusted edges,
orange-brown autumn leaves
on Yosemite's endless trees.
And I'm sure,
you can feel my sigh
With my head tilted upwards,
As I watch, the green paint peeling
and small flakes falling,
it's color becomes less overwhelming.
The rooms passage,
less open than before
still open,
none the less
leads to nowhere
for ages hence
and I sit here waiting,
patiently staying
watching the beautiful scene outside of the window before me.
and my eyes do seem
to be wondering what lies beyond this stale green.
but they know,
they have to surpass,
the endless darkness beside this room
for nothing here has changed,
and they know nothing would.
poem by Joseph Ostapiuk
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Even leaves beg me'' says Eagle
eagle, niggard and black
perched on sycomore on Nile bank
tasty fish gambolled in water
at lightening speed eagle caught
tasty fish and scrambled out
eagle flew and perched on a tree
man was under a tree
and glanced at what sat on tree
eagle and man eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying
''man may conjure him
by evil eyes''
eagle flew and perched on second tree
some birds were on that tree
Eagle and others birds eyes met at ninety angle
eagle flew away saying he
'' choke as birds watch him eating''
Eagle flew and perched on third tree
the breeze shook leaves of tree
eagle saw leaves unfolded shaking
like a begging hand
eagle flew away saying
'' everything beg me , even leaves
beg me too''
Eagle flew and perched on fourth withered tree
no birds, men and leaves around there
only exrtreme silence around there
eagle ate tasty fish
sang in loudest resounding voice
''eel fish and tasty fish are not the same
I ate tasyty fish until heart palpitated in happiness''
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Waterhole (Expresso Bongo)
I lie awake at night
Listening to you sleeping
I hear the darkness breathe
And the rain against the window
After all this time
Cynical and jaded
All the stones are diamonds
All the blues are faded
Everything I've been through
All I've seen and heard
Spent so much of my life
In the spiritual third world
But you came and brought the rain here
Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
We can talk without talking
From inside to inside
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
We took ourselves apart
We talked about our faces
You said you didn't like yours
I said I disagree
I keep the pieces separate
I clutch them in my coat
A jogsaw of an angel
I can do when I feel low
From emptiness and dryness
The famine of our days
Watch the heaves open
Wash it all away
You came and brought the rain here
Something waiting to happen
Something learning to fly
On the edge of exploding
Something wild and alive
Something waiting to happen
Anytime that you like
I have waited to feel this
For the whole of my life
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song performed by by Marillion
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Early Works - Willow, Willow
Willow, willow
soft swinging low head
sadness brings night tears
to your breast.
Singing of a night wing
circles in the sky
down in the darkness
a life begins to die.
Willow, willow
no answer to give
sunlight brings bright
eyes exploring where you live.
Songs of happy voices
whisper to the breeze
but no one see the tragedy
that lies beneath the leaves.
Willow, willow
watching the world go by
evening breathes a stillness
near the close of the day.
Cries of distant shadows
and shriek of diving claws
hissing into silence
that will soon engulf them all.
17 October 1979
poem by David Harris
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Bits & Pieces
(dominic frontiere / norman gimbel)
From the soundtrack of the stunt man
Out of nowhere into sight
Out of darkness into light
You come running pushing time
Out of reason
Out of rhyme
Bits and pieces of your past
Cling like shadows to your heels
And your heart is learning fast
How it feels
With your secrets in your eyes
And your feelings in disguise
You come running in your fright
Seeking shelter from the night
And you search each passing face
For a sign someone could care
But they rush by in their race
To nowhere
And you watch and wonder where you belong
And the crowd, it moves and takes you along
And the colours splash and repaint your sky
And reality is yours to deny
And you look for someone your arms can hold
Who will let you tell what begs to be told
Then you ask yourself what good are your dreams?
In a world where nothing is what it seems
Bits and pieces of your past
Chill your soul like winter rain
But the time will come at last
When a love will ease your pain
If you let me I will try
If you let me Ill be near
If you let me when you cry
I will hear
Oh, oh and you watch and wonder where you belong
And the crowd, it moves and takes you along
And the colours splash and repaint your sky
And reality is yours to deny
And you look for someone your arms can hold
Who will let you tell what begs to be told
And you ask yourself what good are your dreams?
In a world where nothing is what it seems
And you watch and wonder where you belong
And the crowd, it moves and takes you along
And the colours splash and repaint your sky
And reality is yours to deny
And you look for someone that your arms can hold
Who will let you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Bits And Pieces
(dominic frontiere / norman gimbel)
From the soundtrack of "the stunt man"
Out of nowhere into sight
Out of darkness into light
You come running pushing time
Out of reason
Out of rhyme
Bits and pieces of your past
Cling like shadows to your heels
And your heart is learning fast
How it feels
With your secrets in your eyes
And your feelings in disguise
You come running in your fright
Seeking shelter from the night
And you search each passing face
For a sign someone could care
But they rush by in their race
To nowhere
And you watch and wonder where you belong
And the crowd, it moves and takes you along
And the colours splash and repaint your sky
And reality is yours to deny
And you look for someone your arms can hold
Who will let you tell what begs to be told
Then you ask yourself what good are your dreams?
In a world where nothing is what it seems
Bits and pieces of your past
Chill your soul like winter rain
But the time will come at last
When a love will ease your pain
If you let me i will try
If you let me i'll be near
If you let me when you cry
I will hear
Oh, oh and you watch and wonder where you belong
And the crowd, it moves and takes you along
And the colours splash and repaint your sky
And reality is yours to deny
And you look for someone your arms can hold
Who will let you tell what begs to be told
And you ask yourself what good are your dreams?
In a world where nothing is what it seems
And you watch and wonder where you belong
And the crowd, it moves and takes you along
And the colours splash and repaint your sky
And reality is yours to deny
And you look for someone that your arms can hold
Who will let you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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See and Feel
See the tree
That shed its leaves
To face the cold winds
Of winter.
Feel the sweetness
Of the honey that bees
Gathered from flowers
In spring.
See the contentment
Of a cow ruminating
In the shade of a tree
In summer.
See the anxiety
Of the farmer
Awaiting the rains
In monsoon season.
See the effort
Of parents to provide
Better future
For their children.
See the way chicks
Open their beaks
When mother bird
Feeds them.
Feel the sharpness
Of the sword
See the power
Of the written word
Feel the love
Hidden in the heart
See the success
Of man's thoughts...
Until the ability
Of observation
Is completely lost
In seasons and activities
In trees and hills
In the nests that birds build
See all that you can see
With renewed curiosity.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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