It‘s not the same without you!
I view the world
With scales cascaded from my eyes,
Encapsulating scholarly wisdom pearls in monotonic oyster shells of thought
And hoist my kited sails of mystic fabric,
Into this vacuum sea called space.
It is the time
For setting forth on solar tidal wind,
Sling shooting off magnetic celestial rings and catapult towards my dreams
To kingdoms yet unseen.
Across the cosmic vastness
I heard white petals of a rose crash down,
Upon dark emerald satin sheets of silent secrets and mysterious desire
What siren draws me to this place?
Acute my senses focused
On fragrant fragment particles of light,
Full throttle acceleration drives my hunger to complete this epic journey
Into the arms I thought were lost.
poem by Phillip Gallant
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Knights Of The 21st Century
Words unspoken, sworn in secrecy
A burning flame for the ones who believe
The prophecy
Revelations from the sun as of the moon
In seven nights we became history
The prophecy
On a cold dark night
We set our sails to search for land so far away
Searching for the truth
There's a howl in the wind
On this mystic trail of water we sail on
The source of youth
And the storm breaks loose on the seven seas
Tag on the signs on the mounting sun
Northern light is shining on for us
Breaking the ice in search for tomorrow
Setting the sails into the future
Leave all your fears and your sorrows
From the mountain side
Came a twisted wind, it brought us new insight
Whispering these words
Come in the midst you'll see
Said a voice, I thought it was the prophecy
The secrecy unheard
And on the violent sea there's tranquillity
We saw the signs on the mountain side
Northern light is shining on for us
Breaking the ice in search for tomorrow
Setting the sails into the future
Leave all your fears and your sorrows
A secret passage never to be found
In front of us a delusion of sight
The prophecy
From the mountains and the rivers down below
A silent breeze, there's a wail in the wind
The prophecy
We've come from a land so far away
We bow down to the words you pray
Storming down the mountain side
No place to go, no place to hide
Here we stand under of cover the moonlight
Oh, the prophecy was bound to fail
Here we are, nowhere to be found
We're trapped in another world and the journey's just begun
Ah, ah, ah
Northern light is shining on for us
Breaking the ice in search for tomorrow
Setting the sails into the future
Leave all your fears and your sorrows
Northern light is shining on for us
Breaking the ice in search for tomorrow
Setting the sails into the future
Leave all your fears and your sorrows
song performed by by Hammerfall
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A Second Sight
the day
daylight
is too dense
many minds
locked into
materialism
materialistic
concerns worries
material purposes
clay imprisonment
body form needs
demands dictates
sun bakes clay
cuneiform clay
tablets into rigid
fixed unbending
thought patterns
furnace hardened
in days progression
entrenched rigid set
the night
nightlight
night perceptions
night vibrations
soul released
aura vibrations
tune solar sail
celestial cosmic
interfacing energy
stellar wind transcribes
into thought flickering
images absorbing higher
dimensions focused
through inner knowing
third eye briefly seeing
written upon dark skies
aflame with star light
crossing stellar distances
carrying plasma light
code sentient deciphered
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Forever in My Dreams
Close to the morning hours before I awaken,
I find myself looking outside of the window of my dreams-
Sometimes amidst the bleak darkness, the full moon is rising above the treetops,
Stars are seemingly cascading behind mountains of far away places-
I hear footsteps faintly passing by, perhaps down the hallway of my fantasies-
Slowly my eyes would open and I find myself
Looking outside of the same window and
All I can see are shadows of trees that would be
Touching the sky within a figment of my imagination-
Close to the morning hours, close to the time that the world awakens,
I find myself lost in thought, disappearing into some other realm.
The full moon battles with the rising sun, stars shooting and seemingly cascading,
Saturn, Mars and Venus are dancing in rhythm to
The doleful and mystical song of the locusts screaming-
Inside the fortress of my thoughts,
I have made my home inside this kingdom in the sky-
In this place where the light of the moon is overpowered
By the rays of the early morning sun-
The colors of the sky are reborn- cyanotic blue and
Pearl-white clouds, seemingly tinted with gold,
Amidst the phantasmal waltz of my imagination,
I can hear voices familiar only to myself,
Shouting words that terrify and evoke moments of madness-
It has been said that reason can be affected by the light of the full moon
Before daybreak and I would ride bareback upon the tail of a shooting star
If I only could, as it would take me on a journey across the universe,
Perhaps to a safer place within this magical kingdom in the sky-
Close to the morning hours before I awaken,
I have lost myself inside a magnificent place of my own creation-
A place from which I would never leave if I could only wish upon a star-
This would be my utmost desire- as this lurid but dismal world
Into which I was born has not been kind to me-
As my memory becomes a vehicle traveling backward in time-
I can recall terrifying sights only I could see and threatening voices which
Only I could hear- within that moment that darkness transforms to dawn,
I find my spirit having been rudely snatched away from this place of my fondest reverie-
So I close my eyes and then I can see the stars once more, the moon and Saturn dancing-
And I begin to lose myself once again traveling across this pathway of my dreams-
Tears are falling from my eyes as they open because this vision can never become reality-
Tears would glisten with dewdrops upon the leaves upon the trees reflecting the
Early morning sunlight as I close my eyes once again and wish upon that star
As I would for always and forever in every passing thought…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Slave
I saw him forging link by link his chain,
Yet while he felt its length he thought him free,
And sighed for those borne o'er the barren main
To bondage that to his would freedom be;
Yet on he walked with eyes far-gazing still
On wrongs that from his own dark bosom flowed,
And while he thought to do his master's will
He but the more his disobedience showed;
I heard a wild rose by the stony wall,
Whose fragrance reached me in the passing gale,
A lesson give—it gave alike to all—
And I repeat the moral of its tale,
'That from the spot where deep its dark roots grew
Bloomed forth the fragrant rose that all delight to view.'
poem by Jones Very
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Welcome to Babel
Welcome to BABEL
A storm is brewing on the sun
and solar flares will soon appear
tongues of fire will reach out
across millions of miles and sear.
Charged particles will crash upon
The planet Earth's magnetic fields
This may wreak havoc on our world
frying our electronic gear.
The sun’s been 'quiet' for decades now
fewer and fewer sunspots appeared
but 'Sol' they say is a variable star
and may be vary hot I fear.
When last storms of this magnitude
bombarded Terra from afar
The vacuum cathode ray was king
and analog was still a star.
Our digitized world may not fare well,
our games and websites may go down.
Then we'll emerge from our cocoons-
welcome to Babel with its many sounds
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Out Of My Dreams
(steven dale jones/doug nichols)
Last night you were here again, third time this week
You always slip in when Im asleep
I thought those old feelings would be long gone by now
Why in the world do you bother to come back around
Youre out of my arms
Youre out of my life
Out of every thought
That I let cross my mind
Youre out of my hopes
That it might be you every time the telephone rings
But will I ever get you out of my dreams
There we were making wishes on evening stars
Promises sealed with kisses straight from our hearts
But then I woke up to reality again
Even the sweetest dreams come to an end
Youre out of my arms
Youre out of my life
Out of every thought
That I let cross my mind
Youre out of my hopes
That it might be you every time the telephone rings
But will I ever get you out of my dreams
But will I ever get you out of my dreams
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Heavens Playground...
The night sky is sprinkled with the jewels of angels,
Magically they hang there for all eternity,
I gaze upon those bright beacons of shimmereing crystal,
I connect the dots across the fabric of space and time,
Through a silky black sequined sky to heavens playground,
A dream world where our souls can dance upon starlight,
In dreams we ride the celestial skies until the morning light,
For dawn shall arrive and pierce through the heart of night,
Bleeding soft sunlight onto our beautiful horizon,
With the birth of another day dreams fade to memory,
And we must realise our place in this wonderous plan,
We are what happens to this brand new day...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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O Best Beloved
In the dark unsleep of restless night,
in the black heaviness of siesta in the sun,
in the enchantments of the world,
in a day of future dreams,
the Lord can seem so far away;
too far to know, too far to call,
in the emptiness of heart; in
the drowning whirlpool of the head;
is your head already sunk upon your breast?
O dearest - O beloved of the Lord -
your eyes are nearest to Him now!
too near even, for your arms to hold;
for His image is already there,
sketched upon your heart
in gold and silver, emerald and rose,
fragrant as a garden freshly watered
from the fountain that eternal plays;
His eyes are shining with the thought of you;
He waits there as a child, impatiently
awaiting His companion bursting through the gate
to play together in that garden without walls; for,
remember that He made you so to play with Him;
don’t keep Him waiting; it’s so short a distance
from your humbled head, there, to His image in your heart;
open all your senses to His bliss:
run, run…laugh; go play with Him…
He knows more games to play than any could devise;
run, run… laugh; go play with Him…
*
(Sri Vaasudevaananda Saraswati,1999)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Dark Dreams
I'm in the dark
And I'm lost
In my mind, screaming
Through the empty
Space, filled with no light
All I hear is my echo
I listen and hear the echo
Of silent breaking through the dark
Nothingness that consumes any light
That I don't see, in this lost
Place of empty
Dreaming, in which I scream
Soon as it stops, the screaming
High painful cry, and the echo
Fades, leaving me again in the empty
Hallow thoughts of my dark
Sleep, and wander through my mind lost
Of what I had, it was my light
What I had was like a warm light
That held me from the bitter screaming
Of the cold, it found me when I was lost
It covered me like a blanket, and echoed
Through my soul, with it I was never in the dark
And never left empty
Now, in my sleep, I am empty
The warm blanket of hte light
No longer holds me, but exposes me to the dark
And painful piercing screams
Of my own voice echoing
In my nightmares of what I've lost
I am lost
In the emptiness
Of my own pain, that echoes
Through me, and all I want again is the light
For it I scream
In my dreams, but all I get in the dark
I dream of the dark and I'm lost
My screaming is only heard by the empty
Space in my mind, where light shined, but there is only echo.
poem by Nicole Hiebing
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Self Portrait
I can see this world in a different way- from this world I hid for many years.
Riding a ship towards some other galaxy,
Though only inside of my mind-
The rain would pour down upon the real world, and
In the mid winter the snow would fall, but
Lost in some other place in time, I only saw the sun.
I was a rare bird whose wings would carry me
High above the treetops, the mountains and
Even above the highest clouds,
Traveling far away from everybody and everything that was real.
Rain, sleet and hail would fall, though all I could see was a rainbow,
Glistening within the sky, high above the mountains-
I placed no trust in the people who walked upon the ground below,
Although it hardly mattered- I could always converse with those people
Who lived within the kingdom inside of my mind.
I would board a ship, its full sails to the wind,
Carrying me towards the world of my dreams-
Today I see the world in a different way-Now I see reality,
I see reality- hunger, war and people who threaten, and
All I can do is place my hands over my eyes, hoping to shut this cruel world out.
The ship I rode to some other place has been lost somewhere in the sky and
A rare bird, whose wings are now broken, I now see the world under a different light.
Somebody took me and locked me away last night and I have become
A prisoner inside of my own mind-upon that ship with fallen sails
I feel as if I am on a pathway headed towards nowhere-
I place my hands over my eyes. Attempting to hide from all that is real,
Unable to find peace of mind, unable to find my rainbow.
I find myself alone inside of an empty room, with no windows and a door that is locked-
I converse with the voices that speak to me inside of my mind-as
These, nobody can take them away from me and
They are all that is left of my dreams…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Dirty Sheets, and Secrets
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not to meant to keep.
Violence has no restraints.
A bruise with no complaint.
Women quite quaint.
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
Infidelity, a double cheat has his reasons indeed.
Never quite complete full of envy.
Theirs a tell tale sign jealousy.
He want nothing to do with you.
How many clues, how many?
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
Keep the habit with such evil deeds.
Stealing the sun to buy the moon is just another impossibility.
He says he can't help it,
it taste and feels so sweet.
He has received the treatment.
What good did it do. How many clues, how many.
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
Still you protect him, protect him.
Be done with the dirty sheets.
Some secrets are not meant to keep.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Found You- (for my best friend)
Alone in this world,
Not meant for me to live in, I never knew
Why the sun rose and set, why it rained so hard-
My tears, my tears-That fell upon the edge of time-
The three quarter moon last night
I could almost reach with arms outstretched-
So it seemed, so I wondered where in this universe
Is there a place for me? Every morning, every night
Walking the same path hoping to find,
At the end of my journey-
Although only the same valley,
The same trees and the same creek- and
Then I found you.
You, with the sparkling eyes of green,
You with the hair, reddish gold as the sun
That rose and set and
That welcoming, winning smile and
Then I could see that outstretched arms
Could belong to someone else and
How these arms were reaching out to me?
Instantly you became a blossoming daffodil
In the same familiar valley, standing stately
Beneath that same familiar tree, wading in that nearby creek-
Alone as I, you were and we connected as
Two shooting stars meeting in the universe so vast and
The rain stopped, as we circle danced with the
Elegance and mysticism as the rings of Saturn?
As with the wave of the hand of a sorcerer, we became one-
Sharing our delusions of the meaning of life,
Together we found a world of our own- one meant for the
Two of us alone- where the sun rose and set-
Just for you and I, and I know now that no matter how hard it rains and
Even if I never saw the sun rise and set again
My tears- my tears have disappeared because I have found you-
My own sun- that shooting star that has given me light and
I can see to walk down any path and no matter which path I walk-
I shall find you near and shall never be alone, again-
And when we reach the end of any path- we shall circle dance together
Surrounded by the light emitted from our laughter,
Beneath the light of the three quarter moon-
Upon the edge of time, everlasting…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Moments of Silence
Did you know
That there is a Firmamant
Between us?
Amid silent box springs
And Golden mattress...
Overwhelmed by a deluge
Of Red Silken Sheets
Teasing comforters
And Pallid Quilts of fear
My sleep it never comes easy...
I am but a solitary sojourner
Looking for the Sandman
And longing for your Being
Mind, Body and Soul...
Just a touch tenderly
Oh, yes, tenderly
For i am a delicate Soul
Not quite whole...
Ethereal and filled with:
Tranquility-Empathy
Fire of desire
Not necessarily in
That order...
I am a face yet unseen
By your eyes
Disabled by time and by
Space
I am hidden under
Blue velvet comforter
I float into
Your magical dusted space
I am alone and unseen
I am stoic-still a mute
At last sweet dreams
Of you enter in R.E.M.
I can now see your face
poem by Theodora Onken
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The One With A Silver Thorn (By Mimi C Mata)
With insubordinate step;
You go looking onward
across your pastures...
Where restless roses
lay their heads.
You see that she is no other
than the rose
with a silver thorn.
You know the one
that frightens you,
when you wish to gather
her magnificence
in your hands...
velvet petals; trembling
rolling off to shiver
in other distances...
Submerging her fragrant fragments
in one of the cold lakes
that drown her merciless dreams
for a voice.
You ponder:
and have lost the peripheral
vision in dire quest
for another soul to touch...
And you ask,
Have I fallen in love
with the one with a silver thorn?
And suddenly your darkness pauses
As all the stars shut their eyes...
Every so often blinking
in thoughtful precaution
for the blinded steps that you make,
Towards the one with a silver thorn...
They are silent
they have no answer
they do not know
they do not understand...
Forget their gestures
of leaving you...
For a single thought
twilights a profound desire
for the drowning muddled fate
that beckons...
She awaits;
the one with the silver thorn...
'Forget about the blood sacrificed
for her soul has already died'...
The stars say...
So you jump with unsteady feet
into the mysterious cold lake
to save the one whose stem
your heart wishes to clench...
The one with the silver thorn
Suddenly your darkness pauses
and all the stars shut their eyes
no longer blinking...
They have left you,
They are silent
they have no answer
they do not know
they do not understand...
How your heart wishes to clench
with desire with love
the stem of the one...
With the silver thorn.
Taste Wormwood Ending Ocean Impact
dark lady our deep space comet
hurling love light doom
passage love through vast
empty solitaire chill space is over
dark lady our moments
together possibilities passage together
burning our way through times
distant lost emptiness is over
dark lady our memories
through magnetic possibilities
heavens in passage bright ionized particles
tail admired aware is over
dark lady deep impact
journey ending distant
collision burns bright
across night sky sight
to destruction impact
our captured course fate
parting flight
shock wave devastate
terminal is over airtight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Silk And Moonlight
sequestered love
you and i
stand intimateley
eye to eye
desire rising
yearning in motion
animated kissing
heightened emption
a moonlit room
rose petals spread
satin sheets
upon on the bed
bring two closer
embrace and caress
set in action
entwine, undress
passion craving
lose control
trade our sex
joining souls
catenery bodies
bouquet of lust
perfect moment
perfect trust
dangerous liasons?
coordinated moves
tonight our time
we make love
sweetest sensation
lust scented smell
released from our aching
moonlit washed shells
two now one
crowning tonight
rested in arms
fitting so right..............
poem by Dave Sherratt
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Great is The Heart permeated with Love, A treat is Life!
Pale are both eyes and world,
Only look like empty sketches,
Without love and emotions,
Just like Dariya saheb told!
A heart full with love,
Has that magical paint brush,
Which makes entire world blush,
No hate, no anguish,
Only sees lover even in plants and
bush
Ocean waves look like Kissing the
shore,
Clouds dance encircling
mountains,
shedding tears of
love as rain!
Bees heard singing to flower, To one without Love,
The path is full of scraps and
garbage,
But for a lovers eye,
It is flower bed spread by
nature, strange
Full of apple and grape!
Life is that garden,
Bodies are beautiful plants,
Heart filled with love are
fragrant flowers,
Mind and emotions Are colourful
petals,
Thought and deeds are fragrance,
wisdom and knowledge are
gracious fruits,
When all hearts are full of love,
eyes permeated with love,
Sees love permeate all around, Is home of that cosmic visitor,
Sometimes weary may he look,
Rest a while here and seeker
become one with seeked
Life it self is a treat
when love permeates through the devine garden
Great is that life
Permeate
and radiate Love!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Love -unbound pleasure
In my heart there is a sensation
Delicate delicious soft emotion
Intoxicated sight deep sea eyes
Mysterious mystic melody lies
Hypnotic mesmerizing surprise
Glistering glorious magnetic face
Lustrous green delightful grace
Dark jet black cascading hair
Lots of secrets I wish to share
Need you to feel the depth of ocean
Height of the hill will be a true fun
Some one so near and dear, my own
Adventure feel together unknown
Unseen unsaid lots of passion wonder
Soft touch heavy breath fondling tender
Love care raw wish inflaming desire
Naughty, sweet game played together
Slowly and gradually in pleasure unbound
Drown bottom deep in you myself I found
poem by Abdul Wahab
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White Limozeen
Fresh scrubbed hot off the bus
Dressed up and feelin good
Eyes full of stars
A heart full of dreams
Daisy mae in hollywood
Struttin down the boulevard
The walkway of the stars
With a vision of her name in lights
Reflectin off the cars
And dreamin of a white limozeen
She wants to have a white limozeen
Well the days to come were long and dark
And the nights were hard and cold
She met the devil in the city of angels
But she never lost her soul
She kept her dreams close to her heart
Like a family photograph
She cried sometimes and died sometimes
But still knew how to laugh
Dreamin of a white limozeen
Dreamin of a white limozeen
Chorus:
Now shes a livin her dreams
Like a movie queen
Diamond rings and all things good
From the breadlines to the headlines
Shes the toast of hollywood
White limozeen
White limozeen
Now shes really ridin high
Shes a woman of the world
But deep inside she never changed
Shes the same old down home girl
And when the airplane brings the kinfolk
To visit for awhile
Theres a friendly guy in a red bow tie
To take em around in style
He drives em in a white limozeen
She finally got a white limozeen
Chorus:
Now shes a livin her dreams
Like a movie queen
Diamond rings and all things good
From the breadlines to the headlines
Shes the toast of hollywood
She was fresh scrubbed hot off the bus
Dressed up and feelin good
Eyes full of stars
A heart full of dreams
Daisy mae in hollywood
She goes struttin down the boulevard
The walkway of the stars
With a vision of her name in lights
Reflectin off the cars
And dreamin of a white limozeen
She finally got a white limozeen
Oh ridin in a white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
Limozeen a white limozeen
A big white limozeen
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Great Minimum
It is something to have wept as we have wept,
It is something to have done as we have done,
It is something to have watched when all men slept,
And seen the stars which never see the sun.
It is something to have smelt the mystic rose,
Although it break and leave the thorny rods,
It is something to have hungered once as those
Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
To have seen you and your unforgotten face,
Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray,
Pure as white lilies in a watery space,
It were something, though you went from me today.
To have known the things that from the weak are furled,
Perilous ancient passions, strange and high;
It is something to be wiser than the world,
It is something to be older than the sky.
In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts,
And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire
In a world of flying loves and fading lusts,
It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard;
Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen:
Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird
And the lightning. It is something to have been.
poem by G.K. Chesterton
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