Obscure
How obscure
To heal a heart full of hatred
Through the light of forgiveness...
How obscure
To cure blindness
Through the light of open-mindedness...
How obscure
To cure deafness
Through the light of consciousness...
How obscure
To cure dumbness
Through the light of intelligence...
How obscure...
To heal a hand of hostility
Through the light of kindness...
How obscure
To cure a paralytic
Through the light of liberty...
How obscure
To cure sickness
Through the light of benevolence...
How obscure to understand
To heal physicality
Through the presence of spirituality
poem by Mary Joy Lumanog
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Dangerous
Anything obscure and dangerous
We meet with eyes of heightened alertness;
Danger is a weapon for injury,
I found the injured man, then the locality
Was obscure for my sight failed
Obviously from being banged.
Anything obscure and dangerous
Has light of rulership;
You avoid the tyrant, the scarier man,
Who rules the skies and grounds,
Forgetting the Lord and all His followers,
The safe ones, the comforted ones.
Anything obscure and dangerous
May be fire, or worse.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Be wary of passing the judgment: obscure. To find something obscure poses no difficult, elephants and poodles find many things obscure.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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Middle Age Crisis
From a high window
Through dusty air
A finger of light
Descends:
Touch me
Now, my light,
Before clouds
Obscure light,
Before sun
Falls to weaker light,
Before darkness
Removes light.
Touch me
My light.
You are now.
Warm me.
poem by Dennis Lambert
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Explaining what is obscure by what is still more obscure. [Making confusion worse confounded.]
I mean, most of it is probably more obscure and just more noisy than either of those two bands, but Thurston has stuff all the time that he's involved with that is fairly obscure and experimental.
quote by Kim Gordon
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Explaining what is obscure by what is still more obscure.
The Rain
The nervous light like a portent
I seek the sea
I seek the balm of green grass
Everything seems designed with obscure signs
Nothing but thick fog
Have you experienced gray
Love is a maze
Sometimes the light is very strange
Sometimes the light shines in the rain
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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In one case out of a hundred a point is excessively discussed because it is obscure; in the ninety-nine remaining it is obscure because it is excessively discussed.
quote by Edgar Allan Poe
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I haven't eyes enough to see you.
Here in this night where little light descends;
the chilly wastes that divvy me from you
obscure you, recommend.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Tomorrow
wake up me wake up me tomorrow
tomorrow is my date
the harmony tomorrow will come
wait me tomorrow wait me
tomorrow is my day
tomorrow is other day
and other fate
the light is an other light an other life
obscure but fair
for us with love
tomorrow is hope
tomorrow is heal
so call me tomorrow
still today is not gone
tomorrow is not came
but for sure the darkness will fade
and the day of tomorrow will come
the day of the freeman with faith
the day of praying with love will come
at the hill of Jerusalem tomorrow
with love
with care
for all tomorrow will come with peace
then for long in peace
in peace
in peace
in peace....
poem by Sallam Yassin
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The Lights of London
The evenfall, so slow on hills, hath shot
Far down into the valley's cold extreme,
Untimely midnight; spire and roof and stream
Like fleeing spectres, shudder and are not.
The Hampstead hollies, from their sylvan plot
Yet cloudless, lean to watch as in a dream,
From chaos climb with many a sudden gleam,
London, one moment fallen and forgot.
Her booths begin to flare; and gases bright
Prick door and window; all her streets obscure
Sparkle and swarm with nothing true or sure,
Full as a marsh of mist and winking light;
Heaven thickens over, Heaven that cannot cure
Her tear by day, her fevered smile by night.
poem by Louise Imogen Guiney
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Light
Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
Light that can be loud. Light that can be love. Light that can be faith.
Light that can be full of strength. Light that can be pure. Light that can be dark.
Light that can be fragile. Light that can be crazy. Light that can be weird.
Light that can be old. Light that can be new. Light that can be inbetween.
Light that can be swift. Light that can be sharp. Light that can wonder.
Light that can be insane. Light that can be smooth. Light that can dream.
Light that can be free. Light that can be everlasting. Light that can be wild.
Light that is the lord. Light that is Jesus. Light that is holy.
Light that is the trinity. Light that can belong. Light that can be fast.
Light that can sing. Light that is the holy ghost. Light that is the Bible.
Light that can be a mith. Light that can be still. Light that can be different.
Light that can be hole. Light that can be true. Light that can be whimsical.
Light that can be bright. Light that can be formed. Light that is blessed.
Light that can be full of presence. Light that can tell a story. Light that can be intelligent.
Light that is like no other!
poem by Shania K. Younce
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My Poems
When I sing poems, I sing for me and for me alone. As I read my poems, I see that I have much to perfect in this art. I force rhyme schemes, my rythm goes into off beat tangents, I have more song than substance, incomplete incongruous thoughts, terrible syntax, obscure, almost too obscure meanings but beauty I have and love, and an honest heart. I realize my poems are me, all my inconsistencies, flaws, beauty and love. That's why I sing poems, sing for me and me alone…
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Aint No Cure For Love
I loved you for a long, long time
I know this love is real
It dont matter how it all went wrong
That dont change the way I feel
And I cant believe that times
Gonna heal this wound Im speaking of
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love.
Im aching for you baby
I cant pretend Im not
I need to see you naked
In your body and your thought
Ive got you like a habit
And Ill never get enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure for love
There aint no drink no drug
(ah tell them, angels)
Theres nothing pure enough to be a cure for love
I see you in the subwayand I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair
Your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you
But I dont call soft enough
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I ever heard, whispered to my soul
I dont need to be forgiven for loving you so much
Its written in the scriptures
Its written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure,
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
There aint no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide
The doctors working day and night
But theyll never ever find that cure,
That cure for love
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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In The Underworld
I have lived in the underworld so long:
How can you, a creature of light,
Without terror understand the song
And unmoved hear what moves in night?
I am a spirit that yours has found,
Strange, undelightful, obscure,
Created by some other God, and bound
In terrible darkness, breathing breath impure.
Creature of light and happiness,
Deeper the darkness was when you,
With your bright terror eddying the distress,
Grazed the dark waves and shivering further flew.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Autumn
Golden days of Autumn,
Leaves obscure brown.
Shimmering in the moon-
light,
Silently surround.
Will-o-wisps appear,
Affective, glowing
thrill,
Reluctant, to submit,
To the seasons chill.
poem by Heather Burns
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Days of Autumn
Golden days of Autumn,
Leaves obscure brown.
Shimmering in the moon-
light,
Silently surround.
Will-o-wisps appear,
Affective, glowing
thrill.
Reluctant, to submit,
To the seasons chill.
poem by Heather Burns
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Now Do Not Complain...
I know your predicament
it is all hazy
something is intentionally made obscure
purposely to conceal
what is highly
confidential and personal
on the other hand
there is a certain need for venting
of suppressed anger
like she is a piece of old meat
inside a pressure cooker
tenderized
and finally dead
and those that touch her
feels that she is good
to eat.
do not attempt to understand
pain, there is no use
it will not take you to light
and you are not prepared for
the dark.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Muscoviet Musquito
I must write a letter to you
I must make myself clear
It is spot on time, right on cue
I am a clam, somebody said to me
Its obscene, there must be a motive behind
Its obscure. there must be someone behind
A muscovite mosquito, a muscovite mosquito
A muscovite mosquito, a muscovite mosquito
A vivid image anyway
Someone said, youre a clam,
Consider this !
Mmm, listen oh, listen to me, youre far
A thousand miles away from here
I am here, I am here in this ooze through country
Trampled down by mega people
A dispute will never end
A retrospection ,it sounds obscene
A disconnection,
A final balance sheet for muscovite mosquito
For muscovite mosquito
For muscovite mosquito, it sound obscene
It sound so obscure, for muscovite mosquito
My final balance sheet is gone...... for
Muscovite mosquito, muscovite mosquito
Its spot on time, right on cue
You missed the chance, somebody vexedly said
Its obscene, there must be motives behind
Its obscure, there must be someone behind
song performed by by Xymox
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From Dawn to Darkness
Look to the horizon!
The light of Dawn has finally come!
Praise be to the light that saves us!
Rejoice in its warmth!
Let the light wash over you!
And cure you of all your woes!
What is this?
Our light again dims?
But where was our day?
Oh light of Dawn, why now have you forsaken us?
Have we done wrong in your eyes?
How can we again find your favor?
Again in Darkness we are…
Forsaken by our light…
We stand alone against this threat…
Our hope went away with the light…
Tomorrow will never come…
All we have is this dreaded eternal night…
poem by Jason Daniels
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