Crimson Insane
Crimson Love,
who can this be,
Not I,
not you,
nor anybody,
look to crimson so enviously,
smile and grin,
look what you could have been,
Look at crimson now
what do you see?
Falling apart,
a crimson mind shackled yet free,
I'm losing it..... realities touch,
I'm going insane, this life is to much,
Forget all this... but memories remain,
I laugh at the humor, that is crimson insane.
poem by Crimson Love
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Crimson Tide
I wake up in the morning
I see the bright sunshine
O Lord, let be so good
A day to reckon with
I wish the day would speed by
To be with you
O Crimson Tide
O Crimson Tide
I need you my Lady
Come on Crimson Tide
I need you my sweet Lady
Here comes the sunset
Here comes my own sunshine
O Lord let be so good
My day I've reckoned with
I wish the night would slow down
Never to leave you
O Crimson Tide
O Crimson Tide
I need you my Lady
Come on Crimson Tide
I need you my sweet Lady
poem by Kolabomi Adeko
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Reunion Of Blood (Acrostic)
Resurrect this corpse with the shade of dying Crimson
Enter each dropp at the will of my own forsaken hand
Undo nothing for blood shall reunite us two
Nothing stands in the way of what Crimson wants
Indefinite screams I hear from the grave, Beckon me
Onto the bloody alter
Never shall this crimson vein close.
Often I shall reminisce on my sacrificial love,
For you my dear, hold what simple Crimson cannot.
Bathe in my words My veins unwillingly leak,
Let all of me course within your body
Ounce by ounce our blood collides
Often messy, watch this bloody tide,
Death shall visit one last time, to join in this reunion of Blood.
poem by Crimson Love
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Unworthy Light
The aphotic Depths of this Crimson body,
hold no essence deemed illumination,
Shadow upon shadow fight within this bloody body,
At a loss for such brightness, at a loss for such humanity,
I've been consumed by my demons,
Every granule of light fades as it decends,
falling into the blank slate, that is Crimson.
poem by Crimson Love
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In This Tacit Realm of Crimson Sky
In this tacit realm of crimson sky
where the winds inebriate with
a cloyed saturnalia adrift your breaths
I wallowed, wearing my shoes like
a silent stone skipping a pond
and every step, and every ripple
I shatter unbeknownst of the things
that abjures my puppet strings
in this tacit realm of crimson sky
In this tacit realm of crimson sky
the winter would remain sly
tethered to its autumn boudoir
so I muse upon the field of stones
and graves of flightless flesh
amongst its stellar descries
and whilst you blossom without me
I gorge myself in the saccharine cries
in this tacit real of crimson sky
In this tacit realm of crimson sky
I nurtured my brittle spine
and waxed my shy lacquer
rooted in the epistemological reasons
of the irrational aberrations of the heart
and now the vermillion palette devours
the vertical line raising you horizons -
what had become to my home
in this tacit realm of crimson sky?
poem by Norman Santos
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Crimson Red
Crimson Red,
Hatred,
Love,
Sunset,
Beauty,
Setting Night,
Warmth,
Light,
All these and maybe more,
Are shown by Crimson Red,
A color very valiant,
A color that's not dead,
One that brings beauty,
So divine that is,
Warmth to those that touch it,
Hatred in the hearts,
When felt at full blast,
A gleam of sunset,
Setting near,
A setting night,
Bringing light,
Not forgetting, embraced love,
Like one bird, with a dove,
Crimson Red is what's in life,
But not in all areas,
In some, the word doesn't exist,
But here, it's part of life,
Crimson Red, never dead...
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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The Great Gibber Plain
From the great gibber plain
To the indian ocean
From the stones at my feet
To my sawn off emotions
Already gone
Weve already been
Were free free
To secede
From gallipolis cliffs
To the banks of the thames
For those that are nameless
Does memory remain
How can we forget
Whats already been
Were free so free
To secede
Like crimson turning to gold yeah
Like crimson turning to gold
Caught in the detail of losses and gains
You cannot abandon something so tame
Its already gone already been
Were free free so free
To secede
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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The Messenger Rose
If you have seen a richer glow,
Pray, tell me where your roses blow!
Look! coral-leaved! and -- mark these spots
Red staining red in crimson clots,
Like a sweet lip bitten through
In a pique. There, where that hue
Is spilt in drops, some fairy thing
Hath gashed the azure of its wing,
Or thence, perhaps, this very morn,
Plucked the splinters of a thorn.
Rose! I make thy bliss my care!
In my lady's dusky hair
Thou shalt burn this coming night,
With even a richer crimson light.
To requite me thou shalt tell --
What I might not say as well --
How I love her; how, in brief,
On a certain crimson leaf
In my bosom, is a debt
Writ in deeper crimson yet.
If she wonder what it be --
But she'll guess it, I foresee --
Tell her that I date it, pray,
From the first sweet night in May.
poem by Henry Timrod
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Crimson Hues
When the sky is awash with a crimson hues
at twilight time
it’s suppose to mean there is a fair day ahead.
When the sky is awash with a crimson hues
at the dawn rise
it’s suppose to mean there is a stormy day ahead.
Does that only relate to the weather
or does it mean our lives to,
we can only wait and see
the next time there is a crimson hues.
8 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Awakening
I wake up in the basement
I'm so hungry
I'm dry
I must be here sleepwalking
Mustn't I?
Getting up from my easy chair looking for my wife
Following a trail of crimson
Spots that lead into the night
Suddenly I realize
I see it all through real eyes
These crimson spots are dripping from my hand
And ooh it makes me feel like a man
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Sunsets With A Crimson Colour
We paint our sunsets with crimson colours
a sign of a brighter day tomorrow.
We paint our earth with blues and green,
the oceans, lakes and land.
However, we paint ourselves invisible
with the use of slight of hand.
How long will we paint with colours
if we carry on the way we do.
The crimson will become a dusty brown
for the dust cloud we created.
The green will become black,
chard and empty of everything.
The waters that were blue
will run red with the dead,
polluted beyond repair,
unless we open our eyes now
and our world we start to take care.
Hopefully, then once again we can paint
our sunsets with a crimson colour.
3 September 2011
poem by David Harris
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Dark Fate
The metallic taste still lingers in my mouth
the dark crimson liquid stains my lips
the little i have the more i want
as i look into your eyes that are dark endless pits
i see a slight smile on your face
you slowly whisper in my ear
'togather we are one, we are immortal'
i look down to see what i have done
your wrisit is now darkly coloured in the crimson colour
this is our dark fate, now and forever
we are one, togather and always..
poem by Pointless Sixx
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Crimson Sunset Sea
Across a crimson sunset sea,
I search for my lost love
within a passing dream.
The maiden who made my heart flutter
when we first met
and then vanished in a wisp of mist.
Now I seek her
where dreams fall asleep
there across the crimson sunset sea
on the other side of paradise
where dreamt dreams are stored.
poem by David Harris
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Crimson Thunder
We are the voices in the dark
Inside the fire we are the
Eternal Spark that will guide the way
We are the stars up in sky
We gather winds so you can fly
We are the light when youre sleeping
All your dreams can come true
Where do we go?
Were just a heartbeat away
Follow the signs of the Crimson Thunder
We will stay by your side
Let our voices be there to guide you
We are forces in the rain
Inside your heart we are the
unending answer to all your fears
So take a step towards the light
The crimson sky fullfills the night
The revelation is near
All your dreams can come true
Where do we go?
Were just a heartbeat away
Follow the signs of the Crimson Thunder
We will stay by your side
Let our voices be there to guide you
Solo: Stefan
All your dreams can come true
Follow the signs of the Crimson Thunder
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Now, if King Crimson accepts responsibility for innovating its own tradition, you can't accept responsibility for the audience. And there is an enormous tangible weight of expectation, which comes from an audience attending a King Crimson concert.
quote by Robert Fripp
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Lucky Bride
White lace
Silver jewelry
Diamond tiarra
And a smile that melts all hearts
Her face covered in a veil
Her dress flowing like a cloud
A lovely day
A happy day
A day of love
It spreads to all
Like the crimson stain
That seeps through
That snowy white lace
Silver rusted
Tiarra smashed
Smile gone
Crimson everywhere
Spilling, flowing, wrapping
Around everything
In its path
This is the day
Such a joyous day
As Fallen Angels
Greet the lucky bride
And welcome her
To their world
Which is now hers
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Magenta
Magenta
Who sent her?
To dance in crimson
Through my dreams
To cast a spell of silver streams
To wash my soul.
Magenta
Who lent her?
Lips of ice on fire
Song of angel choir.
To blow my mind with whisper soft
Her smile
That held the stars aloft
Across an endless sky
To disappear like sigh
Loves' distant wave goodbye.
Magenta
The scent her
- Flaming flower brings
In desperate hour clings
To fondest memories wings.
As she blazes in the night
Phases out of sight.
Leaving dyed the crimson sky.
Tell me, my Magenta why
Did you appear
Then leave so soon
You killed my fear
But took the moon.
Copyright kevin east.
poem by Kevin East
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The Unforgiving Blade
When the sky is turning black, you fear the dawn
Your inner voice compels you, but youre all alone
Thy secret sense lies still obscure within your shattered dreams,
and all you can do is scream
Long ago you spoke the words of heresy
Twenty years of running brings back memories
All your wisdom made me seek the truth that lied beyond
my inner dreams
Follow the one that fell from the crimson skies
I remember the words, I can never forget your demise
And now your worlds falling down
For all the games that you played
And as your souls falling down
Youll meet The Unforgiving Blade
Should have seen it coming
when you rolled the dice
Deeper and deeper, falling,
away from your paradise
Solo: Stefan
Innocent eyes observing the Crimson Skies,
awaiting for someone to heal the burning lies
And now your worlds falling down
For all the games that you played
And as your souls falling down
Youll meet The Unforgiving Blade
And now your
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Blood Flow
Blood, blood
Let it all flow
Crimson
The worlds new gold
A precious ruby
The most sacred jewel
Blood
Sweet poisonous blood
Let it flow as a snake river may
Let it fall like the cruel rain
Red red
Crimson red
Let it pour
Let it drain
Into my goblet of fire
A delicious meal
My sinful desire
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Kill Me Gently (Acrostic)
Kill me with soft words of love
Irritate both fate and death,
Love Crimson, by killing all she is,
Let love be, but hate with all her passions.
Martyr that of thyne heart
Eat away at every scarred part.
Gorge on the feast I have provided
Eat like a king, you shall behead me the same,
Not all can be loved, but your passionate kill shows the most passion,
Toy with me, my death is evident, yet theres no murder
Let me die quickly as to not suffer your passions anymore,
You finally did it, you killed me with your nothings.
poem by Crimson Love
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A Romance
He looks at me with a madman's eyes -
It's your house and porch I know so well.
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He brought me a bouquet of crimson carnations -
It's your austere face I know so well.
He asked in return for a single kiss -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He touched me with his finger bearing a dark ring -
It is your dark ring I know so well.
Together we tumbled down on a Turkish divan -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
He looks at me with a madman's eyes -
Dwindle away, o you stars, and fade, o you moon!
He gives me a kiss with his crimson lips -
Our ancestors had gone to war in scales of steel.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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