Dreaming and the Real
The sky, where hopes abide
The black night - life's end
Where realities reveal and hide
Where there is an enemy or friend
A thought - memory,
A real, or pretend.
The fire which infatuates
Death, a deep darkness which appalls
The light, as it oscillates,
In waves at it befalls
Is all a memory, the dreams,
The reality, the all.
poem by Josh Alfred
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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Death...
In the darkness alone I sit and wait,
All that is around me I do not see.
A chilling wind blows across my soul,
Empty eyes fill with oceans of tears.
Kneeling down to stand up falling,
I filter through my hopes and dreams.
A motionless marathon of thought,
For we are all death living life daily.
Baptised in darkness, rested and reborn,
Our dreams and realities intertwined.
Death beckons through the quiet night,
A never ending infinite journey through time.
There's no dignity in death no rhyme or reason,
Yet death comes for us all without prejudice.
To fear death is to invite it to consume you,
So live each day to laugh in deaths unknown face...
Spread the dreams... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Prayer For Elizabeth
In the morning
of my memory
you bake
apple pies.
And grow very tired
and sit very still
and sit very silent
as the camera
undresses reality
leaves you
alone
sculpted sunlight
naked as a
lonely as a
photograph.
In the evening
of my memory
the touch of
your hand asks:
'Donall? '
The cradle of my arm
answers:
'Yes, Elizabeth? '
And although nothing is
said:
the fire's glow
nods & knows
the quiet secrets
we share
between us.
In the night
time of my memory
now when darkness
sees you
(again a little girl)
hear you tell
how you thought
every woman
dressed in black
on the white ribbons
of distant roads
was your Mammy
walking towards you
though she had gone
and never come back
(the grownups mentioned Heaven)
from the Spring sunlight
and the white white clothes
drying on the currant bushes
(her heart stopped its beating
your heart skipped a beat)
and the rope fell from
your hand
and the game was left
unplayed
and everyone forgot about
the white white clothes
and...they rotted on
the currant bushes.
Now in the night
time of my memory
when I long to touch
your hand
(and my heart
misses you)
and the fire smiles
upon my face
and the shadows
fall upon
the empty chair
then thought
becomes you
and you
become a memory
and your memory
becomes my prayer.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Memory and Oblivion
When all is lost, there is still a memory
From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree,
There is only the past and the future on the path;
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie;
When the new city is built, it will be an abode,
Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city,
Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be
New light when all knowledge is swallowed
And those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea,
A city revived from memory and abroad;
When all is but a memory, there is still memory.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
poem by Dejan Stojanovic
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In Death I See Myself
In the face of a friend I see death
Written large for all who can see the signs.
We who travel with the dying are frail
We have nothing of ourselves to offer,
Only the faith we carry in fragile vessels.
Each life accompanied into this dark mystery
Mirrors yourself, unable to escape the realities
Each person loved and treasured, memory filled
Reminds you that you are gazing at tomorrow,
Looking at your future, at all our futures.
Each will travel light, but for those of faith
We never travel alone, a companion
One who has been this way, guides
Sheds light before our path, draws us on
To the hope that is born of resurrection
In the knowledge of the one who is resurrected
So we are able to look into the mirror of death
Travel with those who go before us.
Because the light shines in the darkness
And the darkness has not overcome it
poem by James Tipp
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I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stories and dreams
Stories and dreams
~
Still writing stories and dreams
Into poetry the essence of life
Waiting to become written
Into a real memory
If every poem tells a tale
It becomes a step away from reality
A hope held, the fantasy
And all of it is beautiful
Even in the deepest tragedy
Sewn through verse to be spoken
In words carefully chose
Picked like flowers gently
Into the vase upon the page
Replacing dying laments
Picked so long ago
That even dreams forget
And so it goes on without end
Writing into the night
Stories and dreams all waiting
To become a real memory
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Trvelling down the memory lane
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Travelling down the memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Travelling down the memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Travelling down the memory lane
is college, fun and friend.
Travelling down the memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Travelling down the memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Travelling down the memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
Poet: Spandan Bhattacharyya
poem by Spandan Bhattacharyya
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This Wheels On Fire
(dylan)
This wheels on fire
This wheels on fire
This wheels on fire
If your memory serves you well
Were gonna meet again and wait
So Im gonna pack all my things
And sit there for it gets to late
No my ? ? ? will come to you
With another tale to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well
Wheels on fire
Rollin down the road
Lets notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode
If your memory serves you well
I was gonna confiscate your lace
And wrap it up in a sailors knot
And hide it in your case
If I knew for sure that it was yours
But it was so hard to tell
And you know that we shall meet again
If your memory serves you well
Chorus
This wheels on fire
This wheels on fire
This wheels on fire
If your memory serves you well
Youll remember youre the one
That called on me to call on them
To get your favours done
And after every ? ? ? I failed
And there was nothin more to tell
You knew that we should meet again
If your memory serves you well
This wheels on fire
This wheels on fire
This wheels on fire
song performed by by Hollies
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Choice Between The Two Huge Mountains
in the deepest
part of the night one gets to know
the deepest
portion of
wisdom
it too is alone
and you begin to admire yourself
because it is
also like you
sufficient in the middle of
this darkness
that engulfs all that have known
and had taken
pride of
light and what is it all about
its honorable deception
with its commensurate consolations
about dreams that do not come true
and those realities that
pretend to hurt us
and yet
can never destroy us
silence is darkness
and darkness which had long been equated
with what is not good
has become
false
what we have been taught is only about
white and black
with nothing in between
their
true colors
shallow and deceptive
between these two huge mountains of
given choices
are myriad
plains and valleys
where i have chosen
to reside.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Street Of Dreams
I heard the sound of voices in the night
Spellbound there was someone calling
I looked around no one was in sight
Pulled down I just kept on falling
Ive seen this place before
You were standing by my side
Ive seen your face before tonight
Maybe I just see what I want it to be
I know its a mystery
Do you remember me on a street of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
There you stood a distant memory
So good like we never parted
Said to myself I knew youd set me free
And here we are right back where we started
Soemthings come over me
And I dont know what to feel
Maybe this fantasy is real
Now I know I see what I want it to be
But its still a mystery
Do you remember me on the street of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams
You are on every face I see
On the street of dreams
Solo
Tell me have you always been
On the street of dreams
Will we ever meet again my friend
Do you know just what it meand to be
On the street of dreams
Never know just who youll see do ya
On the street of dreams
You can be who you want to be oh yeah
I can hear you calling me
I can feel you haunting me
Haunting me
song performed by by Rainbow
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Lost Hope Or Another Chance X876?
Im here im there im somewhere but im no where im up but im down im goto my right but then i march to my left i see darkness i see the light i see both and i see neither i have hope but dont trust it cant be hopeless but cant and shouldnt be sad should be happier but am nothing other then how i am i wish to be someone and not be a no one i know that in my mind i can be number one and not not be last but in my heart i feel disgraced feel lost wandering thru the darkest halls of eternity a madness my heart races it beats it pounds my very chest at this feeling of complete and total lonliness but yet sumhow way deep down in my very soul laying dormat a thought of happiness a pursuit a glimmer of faith my memory fades slowly but not yet must always remember first and formost if there is but anything other then sadness or sorrow in my future then i seem beaten but not yet my mind races deep down in my subconscious a thought of an angel so pure so beautiful so sweet and so devine so fine thy very memory of angelia (angel) makes my heart smile breaks these very bonds of sadness that holds me deep down in this darkness in my mind the very thought of her very essence releases me of this my mind my soul i feel as if ive risen from the dead and come back to life allover again but yet tis only but a thought but indeed is but a good thought so now there fore i am on the path but to where only i will know as i walk out of darkness and step out onto the path to light and follow my instinct for my heart beats at the very thought of angel to see an old freind like her again would lift anyone out darkness.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Tonight The Bottle Let Me Down
Tonight the bottle let me down
It let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought Id found
Tonight the bottle let me down
Ive always had a bottle I could turn to
And lately Ive been turnin every day
But the wine dont take effect the way it used to
And Im hurtin in old familiar ways
Tonight the bottle let me down
It let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought Id found
Tonight the bottle let me down
Each night I leave the bar room when its over
Not feeling any pain at closing time
But tonight your memory found me much too sober
I cant drink enough to keep you off my mind
Tonight the bottle let me down
It let your memory come around
The one true friend I thought Id found
Tonight the bottle let me down
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Travelling down memory lane
Traveling down memory lane
is not all black 'n white.
Traveling down memory lane
is not all lacking light.
Traveling down memory lane
is not eye filled with tears.
Traveling down memory lane
brings fresh and soothing air.
Traveling down memory lane
is love & pain, fun with friends.
Traveling down memory lane
is full of curves and bends.
Traveling down memory lane
is a test of time and mind
Traveling down memory lane
is a joy of it's kind.
poem by Ralph Acosta
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Memory of You
I was empty an hollow inside
My dreams crushed my hopes apart
Then you came into my life
Like a candle in the darkness
I learned all i know from you
I found the path of like
Now a years end has come
And just that quick you walked back out
I try to hold my emotions inside
As you hold me in your arms
For the last time
The tears just flood the ground below
I know i may never see you again
I leave today in tears and with the memory of you
The memory of you well in my soul
Locked forever inside my heart
Time so fast life changes every hour
Just know ill always carry that memory
Of you inside me
And forever it will live
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Memories
A Memory is one,
One that lasts forever,
A Memory is one,
One to treasure forever,
A Memory is one,
One you create with someone special,
A Memory is one,
One that you wont forget,
A Memory of you,
You the special one,
A Thousand Memories,
Is not worth a real you,
A Real you,
Is needed to make Real Memories!
My Love is not a Memory,
My love is True.
poem by Justin John Gibson
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Lines: That time is dead for ever, child!
I.
That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past
And stare aghast
At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast,
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
To death on life’s dark river.
II.
The stream we gazed on then rolled by;
Its waves are unreturning;
But we yet stand
In a lone land,
Like tombs to mark the memory
Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee
In the light of life’s dim morning.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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The End of Darkness
There is a darkness on every side, and with it a prevailing evil tide.
And this evil that is all around us, fills our heart with deep disgust.
From the evil we attempt to hide, but its effects can not be denied.
But soon it shall be behind us, this present world with all its lusts.
We will no longer be in this world, when by God Eternity’s unfurled.
Darkness pervades each corner of life, causing all unwanted strife.
Darkness is evil’s vessel friend, with destruction as its ultimate end.
Satan wants to hand you defeat, as he desires to sift you like wheat.
What God says about our enemy, is resist the devil and he will flee.
For Christ has achieved the victory, for evil to be banished eternally.
Until then darkness isn’t a friend, and Christ’s Light is to be our end.
Darkness is dispelled by His Light, along with all the evil of the night.
When darkness mounts against us, we must lean on whom we trust.
One day the darkness all about us, will be blown away like the dust.
In Heaven there will be no night, for Christ will be The Eternal Light.
Lust of the flesh will be no more, when we reach that celestial shore.
We’ll have a pure mind and heart, as an eternity with Christ we start.
No more temptation for us to face, for Heaven will be a Perfect place.
Purged of all sin and iniquity, a New Heaven and Earth is what will be.
A place where Truth is not denied, for His Light will be on every side.