It
Rael cannot look away from those eyes, mesmerized by his own image. in a quick movement, his consciousness darts from one face to the other, then back again, until his presence is no longer soli
Ontained in one or the other. in this fluid state he observes both bodies outlined in yellow and the surrounding scenery melting into a purple haze. with a sudden rush of energy up both spinal c
S, their bodies, as well, finally dissolve into the haze.
All this takes place without a single sunset, without a single bell ringing and without a single blossom falling from the sky. yet it fills everything with its mysterious intoxicating presence.
Over to you.
When its cold, it come slow
It is warm, just watch it grow
- all around me
It is here. it is now.
Just a little bit of it can bring you up or down.
Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown.
It is chicken, it is eggs,
It is in between your legs.
It is walking on the moon,
Leaving your cocoon.
It is the jigsaw. it is purple haze.
It never stays in one place, but its not a passing phase,
It is in the singles bar, in the distance of the face
It is in between the cages, it is always in a space
It is here. it is now.
Any rock can be made to roll
If youve enough of it to pay the toll
It has no home in words or goal
Not even in your favourite hole
It is the hope for the dope
Who rides the horse without a hoof
It is shaken not stirred;
Cocktails on the roof.
When you eat right through it you see everything alive
It is inside spirit, with enough grit to survive
If you think that its pretentious, youve been taken for a ride.
Look across the mirror sonny, before you choose decide
It is here. it is now
It is real. it is rael
cos its only knock and knowall, but I like it...
song performed by by Genesis
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Puple Haze
Puple haze
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things dont seem the same
Actin funny but I dont know why
scuse me while I kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Dont know if Im comin up or down
Am I happy or in misery?
Whaterever it is, that girl put a spell on me
Help me
Help me
Oh I dont know
Yeah!
Purple haze was all in my eyes
Dont know if its day or night
Youve got me blowin, blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time?
Who knows?
Help me
Yeah
Come on now
Tell me
Tell me
Etc.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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The Haze...
A Haze Of Hurt, Had Me Blue
A Deep, Drenching, Melancholy Hue
Cooled Ardor, Still Missing You
As, A Sure-As-Azure, Wind Blew
An Indigo-Downcast, Drifts Into
Memories, Over and Through
Moments, Not Sapphire-True
… Just A Haze Of Misty Blue
Thru A Haze Of Red
Rage Ran Ahead
As Ache Demanded, Anger Be Fed
For Each Scalding Teardrop, Shed
As Each Burning Hearthrob, Bled
Lying Lonely On Crimson Bed
Like Some Scarlett O’Hara, Missing Rhett
... In A Claret Haze, Blood-Red
Then Came, A Haze Of Yellow
Which At First, Was Simply Sallow
Only Because Hindsight, Was Shallow
Then Sunset Glowed, Amber-Mellow
Flowing, Like Honey, Healing Like Aloe
Warm, Like A Long-Lit-Candle Tallow
Golden Flame, Chased Your Shadow …
... Back To Your Haze: A Streak Of Yellow
Look! A Purple Mountain Haze
Now, I Am At Peak-Phase
High Enough, To Admiringly Gaze
At Hills and Ridges Of Life’s Pace
Arms Filled With Violets and Lilacs’ Grace
In An Amethyst-Adorned, Amour-Embrace
Ripe, Purple Grapes, I Pluck and Taste
... In My Purple Horizon Haze
Written & ©: 2/18/10
By: The MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Purple Haze
Purple haze all in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same
Acting funny but i don't know why
'scuse me while i kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if i'm climbin up or down
Am i happy or in misery
Whatever it is that girl put a spell on me
Help me help me
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You got me blown blown my mind
Is it tomorrow or the end of time
Help me help me
song performed by by Cure
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Purple Haze
Purple Haze all in my brain
Lately things don't seem the same
Acting funny but I don't know why
Excuse me while i kiss the sky
Purple haze all around
Don't know if I'm coming up or down
Am i happy or in misery
What ever it is that girl put a spell on me
Help me Help me
Oh i don't know
Purple haze all in my eyes
Don't know if it's day or night
You've got me blowin,blowin my mind
Is it tomorrow or just the end of time
Who knows?
Help me
Oh yeah
Come on know
Tell me
Tell me
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Like The Haze
like the haze
you will stay only for a while
you have been unwanted by the light of the sun
and so after dusk
you shall depart and be lost
together with the darkness and the cold
you live there
the home of the haze
the place where doubt blooms
like the tiny yellow flowers
the leaves are made of
confusions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Rapids
He dives down into the cold water. at first he is thrown onto the rocks, and pulled under the water by a fast moving channel, which takes him right past john, down river.
Moving down the water
John is drifting out of sight,
Its only at the turning point
That you find out how you fight.
In the cold, feel the cold
All around
And the rush of crashing water
Surrounds me with its sound.
Rael manages to grab a rock, pull himself to the surface and catch his breath. as john is carried past, rael throws himself in again and catches hold of his arm. he knocks john unconscious and t
Ocking themselves together, he rides the rapids into the slow running water, where he can swim to safety.
Striking out to reach you
I cant get through to the other side,
When youre racing in the rapids
Theres only one way, thats to ride.
Taken down, taken down
By the undertow
Im spiralled down the river bed,
My fire is burning low.
Catching hold of a rock thats firm,
Im waiting for john to be carried past.
We hold together, hold together and shoot the rapids fast.
But as he hauls his brothers limp body onto the bank he lies him out and looks hopefully into his eyes for a sign of life. he staggers back in recoil, for staring at him with eyes wide open is
Ohns face - but his own.
And when the waters slow down
The dark and the deep
Have no-one, no-one, no-one, no-one
No-one left to keep.
Hang on john! were out of this at last.
Somethings changed, thats not your face.
Its mine - its mine!
song performed by by Genesis
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why did he choose Ida Bauer as her theme?
ALL over i watch
the story on film, a woman
is waiting for the train to arrive
at noon
and asks what time does it leave
and she always gets the answer
3 a.m.
and she waits
then the train trails slowly disappear
from her eyes
and the haze in front of her
takes her back
to her youth in the house where
her mother died
the story may not be true
as later on it gets too twisted focusing
on suppressed desires
that of Ida
i read the poem
his later doing and i begin to understand
why he writes on something
using some images
that i can barely figure out
it is the haze
it is always the haze that dissolves the rails
of the train
that takes us back home to the place
where our
roots lay rotten
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Land Of Grief
I know the place that you are in
Oh yes, I know it well
By day you wander through it
It seems that's where you dwell
But a heavy haze clouds everything
You struggle just to breathe
What once was so familiar
Is shrouded in your grief
My place was just like your place
But different, made for me
I too saw what you see
My grief a withered tree
And when night comes and friends are gone
And you are all alone
The haze reminds with it's cold touch
They're never coming home
You'll never have them back my friend
You're pleading is in vain
No ropes of words will help you
No tears shed in the rain
You can take my hand if you want to
While you learn to heal the pain
I'm here if you should need me
Just turn and call my name
poem by Maria Manias
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It's haze, hard haze...
It's haze, hard haze,
As a veil as a shroud...
And there, in two steps,
It is war behind the haze.
And the battles go on,
But we can't take part in them,
We're absolutly chained by haze to earth now -
We are the air workers of the war.
It's haze, hard haze
On past events, on life.
And so far, in distant land
There is our house fine.
And in front dugout hut
We are dreaming of the child,
That we were in past, but now we to adults grown -
We are the air workers of the war.
It's haze, grey haze...
It will come and again.
And so far in distant land
There is love behind the haze.
And the brides will wait for long,
When we could from war return,
And, alas, not all will then return to home...
We are the air workers of the war...
song, music by A. Kolker, lyrics by K. Ryzhov, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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A Single Black Rose
A single Black Rose to turn the tide
A single Black Rose to make one die
A single Black Rose to ensnare the soul
A single Black Rose to widen that hole
A single Black Rose to melt the heart
A single Black Rose to force a start
A single Black Rose to entwine the bodies
A single Black Rose to dictate the deaths of these
A single Black Rose to lie upon her breast
A single Black Rose to stop the tears from soaking his vest
A single Black Rose to mourn this memory
A single Black Rose to become a plot in this cemetery
A single Black Rose to take a life
A single Black Rose to end his strife.
(8/21/2007)
poem by Michael Koelliker
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Single Is Fair
Single
I am single
Question of double
Does not arise.
I am single
Only single.
Single sun
Single moon
Single earth
Single air
Single sky
Sngle water
Single fire
Single soul
Single body
All are there
All are fair.
Single is single
Single is beautiful
Single is fair.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Dream Is Still Alive
Not so long ago we were so in phase
You and I could never forget the days
But then the fire seemed to flicker
Cold wind came and it carried us away
But well get back someday, baby
The dream is still alive
Look here in my eyes
Can you see what Im feeling?
The dream is still alive
The one of you and i
And my heartache is healing
I couldnt let it die
No I knew it would survive
The dream is still alive
Not so long ago in a purple haze
People dreamed out loud they were not afraid
They stopped the war but not the dying
Some got a little bit lost along the way
But somehow were here today
And we say
The dream is still alive
After all this time
The flame keeps on burning
The dream is still alive
The one of you and i
And my heartache is healing
I couldnt let it die
No I knew it would survive
The dream is, the dream is still alive
Oh yeah..
The dream is still alive
Look here in my eyes
Can you see what Im feeling
The dream is still alive
The one of you and i
And my heartache is healing
I couldnt let it die
For all the times we tried
The dream is still alive
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Girl On A Train
Waking on a train, dreaming
Charmed alone, they started speaking
Captured in his artist way
Before the memories fade away
To remember a face
Oooh, and youre home or want to
Certain they would meet soon
Paint a portrait of a family
To remember a face
Oooh, and youre home
Single light on
Single way
Single light away
To remember a face
Oooh, and youre home, the night fell
Saw a painting on the stairwell
To mourn the passing of a daughter dear
Her soul, upon the train, so far, so near
To remember a face
Oooh, and youre home
Single light on
Single way
Single light away
Single light on
Single way
And oooh, and youre home
Just close your eyes and youre home
Just give you time, and youre home
Oooh, and youre home
Oooh, and youre home
Oooh
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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The Chamber Of 32 Doors
At the top of the stairs he finds a chamber. it is almost a hemisphere with a great many doors all the way round its circumference. there is a large crowd, huddled in various groups. from the sh
G, rael learns that there are 32 doors, but only one that leads out. their voices get louder and louder until rael screams shut up! there is a momentary silence and then rael finds h
F the focus as they direct their advice and commands to their new found recruit. bred on trash, fed on ash the jigsaw master has got to move faster. rael sees a quiet corner and rushes to it.
At the top of the stairs, theres hundreds of people,
Running around to all the doors.
They try to find, find themselves an audience;
Their deductions need applause.
The rich man stands in front of me,
The poor man behind my back.
They believe they can control the game,
But the juggler holds another pack.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
Id rather trust a countryman than a townman,
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,
Hell smile through his guard,
Survival trains hard.
Id rather trust a man who works with his hands,
He looks at you once, you know he understands,
Dont need any shield,
When youre out in the field.
But down here,
Im so alone with my fear,
With everything that I hear.
And every single door, that Ive walked through
Brings me back here again,
Ive got to find my own way.
The priest and the magician,
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;
And theyre all calling out my name,
Even academics, searching printed word.
My father to the left of me,
My mother to the right,
Like everyone else theyre pointing
But nowhere feels quite right.
And I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.
Id rather trust a man who doesnt shout what hes found,
Theres no need to sell if youre homeward bound.
If I choose a side,
He wont take me for a ride.
Back inside
This chamber of so many doors;
Ive nowhere, nowhere to hide.
Id give you all of my dreams, if youd help me,
Find a door
That doesnt lead me back again
- take me away.
song performed by by Genesis
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Cynical Days
Another years gone by,
The worlds grown older,
Sometimes I heave a sigh,
People grow colder.
Every day I do my best to show,
I can make it in this world I know,
But all the bad thoughts that people bring,
My faith in human natures
Getting pretty thin.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through, these cynical days.
Another see through scheme,
People are shallow.
The dark nights closing in,
My dark thoughts follow.
I try and make my world a better place,
(my efforts seem in vain),
But Im competing in a human race,
(falling deeper down the drain),
That value things that just dont count,
Makes me wonder what its all about.
Help me get through these cynical days.
Help me get through my cynical ways.
You say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Yeah, you say its just a passing phase,
Youve got to help me get through these cynical days.
Cynical days.
Cynical days.
song performed by by Xtc
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Cold Machines
I see you working at your station
Radiation burns my eyes
Love's forbidden so is passion
This whole place is sterilized
I just want to see tomorrow
Day by day to just survive
But this place is built to kill me
No one here gets out alive
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Just a memory
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Gone
You don't know my name
You don't know my number
You don't know my face at all
We walk right past each other
Every single day
Like cold machines
We're marching on and on and on and on and on
Got your thumb print always with me
Got your barcode memorized
They came here to electroshock me
But can they erase you from my mind?
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Just a memory
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Gone
You don't know my name
You don't know my number
You don't know my face at all
We walk right past each other
Every single day
Like cold machines
We're marching on and on and on and on and on
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Just a memory
I don't wanna be
I don't wanna be
Gone
You don't know my name
You don't know my number
You don't know my face at all
We walk right past each other
Every single day
Like cold machines
We're marching on and on and on and on and on
song performed by by Alice Cooper from Brutal Planet
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The Lamia
Rael touches his face to confirm that he is still alive. he writes death off as an illusion, but notices a thick musky scent hanging in the air. he moves to the corner where the scent is stronge
Scovering a crack in the rubble through which it is entering. he tries to shift the stones and eventually clears a hole large enough to crawl out of. the perfume is even stronger on the other si
D he sets off to find its source, with a new-found energy.
The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near,
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier.
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavours strange.
A magnificent chamber meets his eye.
He finally reaches a very ornate pink-water pool. it is lavishly decorated with gold fittings. the walls around the pool are covered with a maroon velvet up which honeysuckle is growing. from ou
The mist on the water comes a series of ripples.
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze hes gently kissed.
Thinking he is quite alone,
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of -
Three snakelike creatures are swimming towards rael. each reptilian creature has the diminutive head and breasts of a beautiful woman. his horror gives way to infatuation as their soft green eye
W their welcome. the lamia invite him to taste the sweet water and he is quick to enter the pool. as soon as he swallows some liquid, a pale blue luminescence drips off from his skin. the lamia
The liquid; very gently as they begin, with each new touch, he feels the need to give more and more.
Rael stands astonished doubting his sight,
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright;
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace.
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall,
But there is no sign of warning in the sirens call:
Rael welcome, we are the lamia of the pool.
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool.
Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind,
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind.
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine.
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine.
They knead his flesh until his bones appear to melt, and at a point at which he feels he cannot go beyond, they nibble at his body. taking in the first drops of his blood, their eyes blacken and
R bodies are shaken. distraught with helpless passion he watches as his lovers die. in a desperate attempt to bring what is left of them into his being, he takes and eats their bodies, and strug
To leave his lovers nest.
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain,
Only a magic that a name would stain.
With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains.
The fairest cries, we all have loved you rael.
Each empty snakelike body floats,
Silent sorrow in empty boats.
A sickly sourness fills the room,
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom.
Looking for motion I know I will not find,
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which Id lain entwined
O lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers.
Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue,
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you.
song performed by by Genesis
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Burst Your Face, Did He
Do not let it fall unto the ground.
Do not wast it, drink it all.
Drink all the purple light.
Purple, white or yellow light instead?
The further out I go I swim in haze.
The closer in you come.
Tell me your name.
Should America die full of such strong woman.
Schizophrenic yet I see.
Purple, yellow hued,
one or two are blue,
black and white the pearls around your neck.
The woman music makes the madness claims.
Your love for him that when he came your face.
I saw it burst into the colors, I above described.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Sexy Single
All my life I've tried to find
A love to give me piece of mind
And I, I looked into your eyes
Captivated by your wicked smile
I was mesmerized there
for a while or two
But what's a girl gonna do?
Oh I lay in my bed
with your stupid face in my head
Just another piece in my life
Now I'm a sexy single
Sexy single that's OK
I'm living on my own
And I'm feeling the way I do
Like a sexy single
Sexy single
Birds of a feather
We flock together
Like leaves on a tree
We were meant to be in love
I guess it was just a dream
Oh I lay in my bed
with your stupid face in my head
Just another piece in my life
Sexy single
Sexy single that's OK
I'm living on my own in my special way
Like a sexy single
Sexy single
I'm sexy single
Sexy single
Sexy single
I said I'm living on my own
And feeling the way I do
When I'm not with you
I said I'm sexy single
That's OK
Living on my own
And feeling the way I do
I said when I'm not with you
Sexy single that's OK
I'm living on my own in my special way
Like a sexy single
Sexy single
song performed by by Anastacia
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A Home
no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years
those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grown into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
haze and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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