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Plain Hearts

The wise ones say there are billions of others
Dying to change places with the living,
And there are also many worlds
Where the chance to live's not given.

There are voices one hears
With the heart, but never the ears,
And there are plain hearts given free
To flames of unending fire,

Changing molten ore to love:
Resurrection from the funeral pyre.

poem by Patti Masterman
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Hearts Fall

Edwin McCain
Hearts Fall
Pin feathers, dusty old wings
Living all my crazy never-land dreams
And I feel her trying when were apart
And I feel like dying
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And how she loves me, I dont understand
And if time wont change me, perhaps she can
And I feel her trying when were apart
And I feel like dying
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
My selfish anger and I just run away
But a perfect heart always makes me stay
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
God dont let me break her heart
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places
And the hearts fall in the right places

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Changes

Im moving through some changes
Ill never be the same
Something you did touched me
Theres no one else to blame
The love we had has fallen
The love we used to share
Weve given up pretending
As if you didnt care
Change changing places
Root yourself to the ground
Capitalize on this good fortune
One word can bring you round
Changes
I look into the mirror
I see no happiness
All the warmth I gave you
Has turned to emptiness
The love we had has fallen
The love we used to share
Youve left me here believing
In love that wasnt there
Change changing places
Root yourself to the ground
Word to the wise - well you get whats coming
One word can bring you round
Changes
When I look into your eyes and try to find out how
Theres no way to save it now
And everything I feel
Changes
Keep looking for
Changes
Changes
For some reason youre questioning why
I always believe it gets better
One difference between you and i
Your heart is inside your head
One word from you
One word from me
A clear design on your liberty
Who could believe when love has gone
How we move on like everyone
Only such fools
Only such jealous hearts
Only through love changes come
Change changing places
Root yourself to the ground
Capitalize on this good fortune
One word can bring you round
Changes
One road to loneliness
Its always the same
One road to happiness
Its calling your name
Change changing places - changes
Root yourself to the ground
Capitalize on this good fortune
One word can bring you round
Changes
Change changing places
Changes
Root yourself to the ground
Word to the wise - well you get whats coming
One word - one word can bring you round
Changes

song performed by by Yes
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Changes

song performed by by Yes
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Shelter From The Rain

When our hearts were young
We put our hands into the flames
Felt the heat from our emotions
We had fire in our veins
All those night wed spend
Alone in your room
Though my silent thoughts
I still remember
We would use the power of love
Free our souls in endless love
We would sacrifice
Our hopes and dreams
Because without love
Our world would surely die
When our hearts were young
We never thought that
Life would change
Now the seasons go on
Oh why do we shelter from the rain
And all those nights wed spend
Alone in your room
Through my silent thoughts
I still remember
When our hearts were young
We had fire in our veins
And each time we touched
Wed melt in the flames
When our hearts were young
We knew pleasure, we knew plain
But each time we kissed
Wed burn in the flames
Feel the fire in our veins
When our hearts were young ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Freedom of the Flame

Standing before all of those that have done her wrong
she screams to the writhing throng
'to you that have not thought me strong'

She tears into her chest
pulling out her still beating heart
she shows it to the assembled guest
'This was to much trouble from the start'

Tossed upon the funeral pyre
her once beating heart slows and begins to smolder
and as the flames climb higher and higher
and she grows bolder

' Is this what you want, is this our desire'
tossed upon the funeral pyre
first goes one then the another
their bodies threaten to smother
with each body tossed her laughter comes
and as each succumbs
she feels her burden lift and she becomes

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poem by Jim Milks
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This Little Place

The eyes of a dying man,
The eyes of sorrow to share with many;
the eyes of a dying woman,
The eyes of sadness to leave for many;
With the blinking of the eyes i do write my mind.
In homely places,
To fill the hungering hearts of men;
In weary of love,
To fill the hungering hearts of women;
Of old times from the sea of love to,
The burials of the dead gone by!
Like the flames of a fire to build up your love.

I have spoken,
I have written,
I have read;
Of the dreams and visions that grow plain to share.
How should i dine when no one buys?
How should i mourn when no one dies?
Hoe should i dig when no one plants?
How should i burry when no one dies?
Clear to all men's eyes,
This little place in me is left alone.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Forge Of Heaven

love I would bring
were it ever accepted
love like the ocean
both deep, and yet depthless

love to answer questions
and to question answers
love for dinner
and love for afters

love is the spark
to set our worlds on fire
love both a forge
and a funeral pyre

poem by Stefan nnn
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Poets set their hearts on fire

As a conflagration ever travels to find fuel,
And though the first fire starter could be thought of as a fool;
I would gladly step upon your hearts own smoking funeral-pyre,
For it is common knowledge, poets set their hearts on fire.

poem by Patti Masterman
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The Lord of Stripes

In my dreams
I take the paws
Of a lonely tiger
And together we dance

My love, I’ll find you
Ablaze in a funeral pyre

We swim together
The tiger and I
Through cities
Made of emerald

My love, I’ll find you
Ablaze in a funeral pyre

Lions watch jealously
As the king of the jungle
Is passed over
For the lord of the dance

My love, I’ll wait for you
Ablaze in a funeral pyre.

poem by Jeffrey McCambridge
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Never Satisified

Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Never Satisfied

song performed by by Judas Priest
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The Resurrection Changes Everything

The Resurrection changes everything, through the power of Jesus Christ,
As Christ becomes our Lord and King, giving all Believers brand new life.
To Him we lift up our praise and sing, for us He came to be our sacrifice,
Christ destroyed death with its sting, and prepared us a place in Paradise.

This change begins first in our heart, when in Jesus Christ we do believe,
Then from Heaven Christ will impart, His Spirit, for all believers to receive.
From our being, Christ will not depart, as new life in us He does conceive,
In The Savior change has its start; by the Resurrection new life is achieved.

Through God’s Resurrection power, Jesus Christ’s body could not remain,
And believers live each day and hour, New Life through the Savior’s name.
As new life on us Christ shall shower, we no longer live our lives the same,
Now living for Him we do not cower, through Christ’s Resurrection change,

In the power of Christ’s Resurrection, believers now live life the narrow way,
A new life that was not our selection, but we live for Christ now day to day.
We’ve been called through His election, no matter what other men may say,
And ordained by God a new direction, upon a course, Christ helps us stay.

Friend, everything is changed by God, when New Life in Christ has begun,
As we live life upon this earthly sod, all believers live to Glorify God’s Son,
Lead by Christ every step we trod, we become God’s witness to everyone,
Guided by The Lord’s staff and rod, until our work upon this earth is done.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Death

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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The Funeral Of Hearts

Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With it's glow so vulnerable and pale
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears you for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
a prayer to a god who's deaf and blind
The last rites for souls on fire
Three little words and a question -why?
Love's the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

song performed by by H.I.M.
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What The Captain Said

They made the fire so they want it to spread
the fire, the fire, the fire
They fan the flame to the forest bed
and the flames grew
higher, and higher, and higher

Remember what the captain said by the oceanside
where we took our ride
'We want no more soldiers dead, so come see us by the fire; '
Prometheus desire, the fire
by the fire, as the flames grow higher

We lay upon our riverbed, upon the Styx
the mosh pit Styx upon the pyre
Eyes wide, quartered dry, heads to the sky
and they watch the flames grow higher, and higher,
the fire

poem by Jay Bradley
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At Our Funeral

Have you been to a funeral yet, after The Lord you have met?
A special funeral for all of us, who have come to Christ Jesus,
A funeral of your independence, as your heart, to God relents,
When indeed, you die to self, now alive in The Savior’s wealth.

Even though we died, we live, so now our life to God we give,
Earthly desires are all we lose, in accepting God’s good news,
Thus being saved by Jesus Christ, we give Him our earthly life,
Since He died for us at Calvary, to let our captive heart go free.

So believers are now free to die, for Jesus who reigns on high,
Yes free to die to our old ways, as we live out our earthly days,
Living without what we don’t need, as God’s Word we do heed,
While living for a future friend, which when it comes has no end.

The life with God, we now begin, guides us away from dark sin,
We die to sin so we can start, a brand new life with a new heart,
A new heart which now is purified, by the One, Who for us died,
Christ died to cleanse you and me, all with His blood at Calvary.

At this funeral that you attend, it’s just a beginning, not the end,
As you begin life brand new, with The Lord, to see you through,
With The Savior by your side, for He now lives, though He died,
With death swallowed up in victory, believers shall live Eternally.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Eight Years Old

SUN, whom the faltering snow-cloud fears,
Rise, let the time of year be May,
Speak now the word that April hears,
Let March have all his royal way;
Bid all spring raise in winter’s ears
All tunes her children hear or play,
Because the crown of eight glad years
On one bright head is set to-day.

II.

What matters cloud or sun to-day
To him who wears the wreath of years
So many, and all like flowers at play
With wind and sunshine, while his ears
Hear only song on every way?
More sweet than spring triumphant hears
Ring through the revel-rout of May
Are these, the notes that winter fears.

III.

Strong-hearted winter knows and fears
The music made of love at play,
Or haply loves the tune he hears
From hearts fulfilled with flowering May,
Whose molten music thaws his ears
Late frozen, deaf but yesterday
To sounds of dying and dawning years,
Now quickened on his deathward way.

IV.

For deathward now lies winter’s way
Down the green vestibule of years
That each year brightens day by day
With flower and shower till hope scarce fears
And fear grows wholly hope of May.
But we—the music in our ears
Made of love’s pulses as they play
The heart alone that makes it hears.

The heart it is that plays and hears
High salutation of to-day.
Tongue falters, hand shrinks back, song fears
Its own unworthiness to play
Fit music for those eight sweet years,
Or sing their blithe accomplished way.
No song quite worth a young child’s ears
Broke ever even from birds in May.

VI.

There beats not in the heart of May,
When summer hopes and springtide fears,
There falls not from the height of day,
When sunlight speaks and silence hears,
So sweet a psalm as children play
And sing, each hour of all their years,
Each moment of their lovely way,
And know not how it thrills our ears.

VII.

Ah child, what are we, that our ears
Should hear you singing on your way,
Should have this happiness? The years
Whose hurrying wings about us play
Are not like yours, whose flower-time fears
Nought worse than sunlit showers in May,
Being sinless as the spring, that hears
Her own heart praise her every day.

VIII.

Yet we too triumph in the day
That bare, to entrance our eyes and ears,
To lighten daylight, and to play
Such notes as darkness knows and fears,
The child whose face illumes our way,
Whose voice lifts up the heart that hears,
Whose hand is as the hand of May
To bring us flowers from eight full years.

poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Cries of a child

When hearts are veiled
There is no way for peace
When hearts are veiled
There is no way for brotherhood
When brains are veiled with prejudice
There is no chance for tolerance
When bellies are heavy
There is no way to see the hungry
When pockets are plenty
There is no way to see poverty
When the ears are shut
There is no chance to hear
The cries of the empty mouths
When the doors are closed
There is no way for all the beautiful things
To come in
All will go beyond …..
Above the sun
They will hide any shining stars
They will break any hope for tomorrow
Then we'll live in two worlds
Your world and mine
For whom the sun will shine
I'll be sad you'll be happy
Give me a chance to survive
Give me a chance stay alive

poem by Bouche Cousue
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The Funeral Of Hearts

Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With its glow so vulnerable and pale
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears here for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
Pray to God whos deaf and blind
The last nights the souls on fire
Three little words and a question why
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you

song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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The Rudder

A smoking cloud of thoughts
blots out the sun;
swirls in ever-changing
imaginative shapes.

Vast and pervasive
it billows throughout space.

What is this phantasmagoria?
Tiny specks of soot.

While this is still our daily bread
from the ovens
of our senses,
we have not yet
gone beyond.

Stumbling
in this darkness;
fuelled
by earthly fires.

What rudder?
In whose hand?

Put out the fire;
and then
put out the fire
that burns
beneath this funeral pyre.

poem by Brian Taylor
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Plain Hearts

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Hearts Fall

Changes

Changes

Shelter From The Rain

Freedom of the Flame

This Little Place

Forge Of Heaven

Poets set their hearts on fire

The Lord of Stripes

Never Satisified

Never Satisfied

The Resurrection Changes Everything

Death

The Funeral Of Hearts

What The Captain Said

At Our Funeral

Eight Years Old

The Cries of a child

The Funeral Of Hearts

The Rudder

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