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i like it, sad though ^ thank you




she smiles from the heart



Is it true you light the dark side of the moon?
Like a white sheet in the sun on a sunny afternoon,
that shares it's brightness with who cares to stop and look.
It seems there's fortune in your stare, and a phone in your back pocket,
filled by the name of one you'd never care to share.

Welcome to the tangles of my heart.
It's best you find a path, else you'd stray into the dark.
Narrow hallways call your name, while spacious rooms will echo nothing of the subtle beats that ripple and refrain.
There's a windmill to your left, and a bucket 'neath the pump,
feel free to drink, my love, while the water's at its best.

I see the stars have found their envy within you.
Colossal bridges left to the mercy of this Summer day in June,
where the white wings of a bird beat to your eyes' blinks - what a tune.
Love the tears that you live by and embrace the one who breaks your cry.
That pretty smile that lights the dark side of the moon.

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this is not sad to me, what about you?




Earth, sky, scenery.
Is she coming back again?
Men of straw, snooker hall.
Words that build or destroy
Dirt dry, bone, sand and stone.
Barbed wire fence cut me down.
I'd like to be around in a spiral staircase
To the higher ground.

And I, like a firework, explode.
Roman candle, lightning, lights up the sky.
In cracked streets, trample underfoot.
Side-step, sidewalk.
I see you stare into space.
Have I got closer now, behind the face?

Oh, tell me, Cherry you dance with me
Turn me around tonight
Up through the spiral staircase to the higher ground.
Slide show, seaside town.
Coca-cola, football radio, radio, radio, radio, radio, radio.



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" I think it's really the job of the composer, the artist, the painter, the writer to present people with options.

I'm just really reflecting on the thoughts and actions around me".   Ian Anderson, Jethro Tull


(Skating away on the thin ice of a new day)



Edited by littlejoe3

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"in writing lyrics- well, for me, anyway-it's about getting into character, you know? Who is writing this?

In the case of the original thick as a brick, supposedly, a precarious, very young child, who's fantasizing about his future,

and all the confusing elements to which school boys are subjected to at the time."  Ian Anderson Jethro Tull


Thick as a Brick



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'thick as a brick' , as to say be positive with all stuff coming from the outside, elaborate , shape. Action.

But links of you tube aren't.

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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Sonnet (I)

My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,
Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn,
Besides their other flames? Doth Poetry
Wear Venus livery? only serve her turn?
Why are not Sonnets made of thee? and layes
Upon thine Altar burnt? Cannot thy love
Heighten a spirit to sound out thy praise
As well as any she? Cannot thy Dove
Out-strip their Cupid easily in flight?
Or, since thy wayes are deep, and still the fame,
Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy name!
Why doth that fire, which by thy power and might
Each breast does feel, no braver fuel choose
Than that, which one day, Worms, may chance refuse?


George Herbert

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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qui e il mio canzone per il chiedando

chiedere me e io volota giocare

cosi dolcemente, lo fare voi sorriso

questo e il mio sintonizzare peril presa

prendene esso, non turno via

ho stato attesa tutto il mio vita

pensiero esso su, ho stato

pensiero esso su, avevo essere di piu di contento

a cambiamento il mio modi per il chiedendo

chiedere me e io volonta giocare

tutto il amare che io tenere dentro!



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Your my refuge


Your my poem
my inspiration

You fill my day
with burning

In the stillness
of the night
I seek you out

Your my refuge
in the storm

The beat of my
without you
I would not be


Heather Burns

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oh i love that paol !!


"Home is the one place in all this world where hearts are sure of each other.  It is the place of confidence.  It is the place where we tear off that mask of guarded and suspicious coldness which the world forces us to wear in self-defense, and where we pour out the unreserved communications of full and confiding hearts.  It is the spot where expressions of tenderness gush out without any sensation of awkwardness and without any dread of ridicule."
-   Frederick W. Robertson   




Bless this house O Lord we pray; Make it safe by night and day;
Bless these walls so firm and stout, Keeping want and trouble out;
Bless the roof and chimneys tall, Let thy peace lie over all;
Bless this door, that it may prove ever open to joy and love.

Bless these windows shining bright, Letting in God's heav'nly light;
Bless the hearth a'blazing there, With smoke ascending like a prayer;
Bless the folk who dwell within, Keep them pure and free from sin;
Bless us all that we may be Fit O Lord to dwell with thee;
Bless us all that one day we May dwell O Lord with thee.

Author: Helen Taylor 1927

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thank you  123 love , i love your poem!


She walks in Beauty


She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!


George Gordon Byron

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World Was In The Face Of The Beloved


World was in the face of the beloved--,
but suddenly it poured out and was gone:
world is outside, world can not be grasped.

Why didn't I, from the full, beloved face
as I raised it to my lips, why didn't I drink
world, so near that I couldn't almost taste it?

Ah, I drank. Insatiably I drank.
But I was filled up also, with too much
world, and, drinking, I myself ran over.

Translated by Stephen Mitchell


Rainer Maria Rilke

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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Photograph of a Ghost. Devil's tower Wyoming 1993


"Our body shall be ashes, and our spirit shall be poured abroad as a soft air,

and our life shall pass away as a trace of a cloud, and shall be dispersed as

a mist, which is driven away by the beams of the sun, and overpowered by

the heat there of"


Edited by littlejoe3

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