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Inferno is just a crowded paradise.

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Life Is Just A Passing Parade

When I was a little boy
I was raised down south in mexico
Nothing ever happened that was new to me
Then one day we saw circus posters on the wall
Suddenly, all my friends and i
We heard a sound
It was loud
Music all around us seemed to make us free
Life is just a passing paradise
Life is just a passing paradise
Everybody started dancing
I never saw so many people having so much fun
Now Im living in this country
And I have got myself a steady job
I keep seeing people happy everywhere
All I get to do is play my guitar
Come on! everybody get together, have some fun
Come on! everybody get together, have some fun
Life is just a passing paradise
Life is just a passing paradise
Everybody started dancing
I never saw so many people having so much fun

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Fools Paradise

On the quest / for the holy grail
Try and live / on razors edge
Find a mountain / or cross a valley
Why bother? / its all for sale
True love was in her eyes
Burning truth was on her face
Even thought it was late at night
Saw her once theres no mistake
Now that weve found this precious place . . . .
How do we keep from going crazy now?
My life was leading to this day
Watching the whole thing slip away
Its just a fools paradise
Its just a fools paradise
Its just a fools paradise anyhow
Dirty stains / on brand new linen
Fresh tracks / on virgin snow
Caught a saint / while he was sinning
People scream / what do they know
Turn it off and find religion
Tune it out and find a cause
Get it up and tell the world
Dont stop, dont ever pause
Here in this place from all our dreams
It doesnt seem to make us better now
If it will get us through the night
With all our conscience still intact
Its just a fools paradise . . . (etc.)
Two heads / are better than one . . .
Two hearts / bleed so much more
Serious / but no one laughing
Why run / when you can crawl
(true love around the corner--out of reach, so hard to hold)
My lifes an open letter
Tear it up--and throw it away

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One World One Family

let us enter
in a new world
a world
of no boundaries
a world
of no walls
a world
of no terror
a world
of no poverty
a world
of no weapons
one world
of one family
no countries
no politicians
no wars
just imagine
a paradise
let us awake
contribute
your self
for a
new world
of oneness
today you imagine
tomorrow you do
one by one
global awakening happens
one world
one family
happens one day

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Sharing

If every life learned to share
A happier world we would have
We could share our lives
And share our thoughts
Without any kind of recrimination

We could share our love
With all the strangers
That may come our way
Around the world
Making new friends wherever we go

If sharing was not just a dream
Paradise at our feet
Would unfold
There would be no more poverty
For every crust of bread, we’d share

We can only dream that one day
Many hearts will beat as one
Many minds will think alike
No more terrors will strike discord
And sharing will become the word


26 April 2007

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Drones

You waste away
A spinning cage
Rats blinded by the sun
You spend your days
Stuck in that race
And life has just begun
In paradise there's ill neglect
And lives are lost in full distress
The wage of sin is money spent
Your life undone, full of regret
Lost in the maze
Falling away
And now your life
Amounts to nothing
The fortune has a price
'Cause in the end
all humans die
A dead drone in the hive
In paradise there is ill neglect
And lives are lost in full distress
The weight of sin is memory spent
Your life undone full of regret
Lost in the maze
Falling away
Falling away again ...

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Oh, So Nice

Never thought Id ever meet a man like you
Who could make my life complete, by dreams come true
The many men Id known for years all seemed the same
They kept on boring me to tears, and then you came
I was taken off my feet, what could I do
I was above love before,
But now I love love, because youre
Oh, oh so nice
Awake or sleeping, it seems
That you keep creeping in my dreams
And its so nice
When you are near me
Oh my, oh dear oh dear me, I just fly
To paradise
I was above love before
But now I love love, cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice

When you are near me
Oh my, oh dear oh dear me, I just fly
To paradise
I was above love before
But now I love love, cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice
cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice
cause youre oh, oh, oh so nice

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The Filipino Poem 3

The Filipino poem as written by Bimboy
A college student of the Ateneo de Davao
University taking up BS Chemistry on a
Cocofed scholarship grant:

The sun rises on the two hills in my barrio.
You cannot find Papa and Mama there anymore
They always quarrel over their extramarital affairs
And the nipa hut is just too crowded for the two of them.
My sister had two sons but you cannot find them there
Because they live in another nipa hut on the other
Side of the river while the ricefields are dry and did not
Yield any harvest because of drought and the carabao
Is also not there in that scene because it died, butchered
And sold as meat to the hungry neighborhood.
The sun sets on the hills like a bunsen burner turned off.
The two hills protrude like two empty glass flasks turned upside down.
You cannot find me there I am here still writing this poem.

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Merry Christmas Baby

Bring it down, band!
Now , i just came here tonight to say
I just wanna say ...
I just wanna say ...
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
I feel just like i'm living in paradise
Now listen
Now you see, i feel real good tonight
And i got music on the radio
And i feel good tonight
And i got music on the radio
And i feel just like i wanna kiss you
Underneath my mistle-toe
But now listen
Santa came down chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
And i feel like i'm living, just living in paradise
Come on boys
Well now
Santa came down chimney, half past three
With lots of nice little presents for my baby and me
Merry christmas baby, you surely treat me nice
And i feel like i'm living, just living in paradise
And i just came down to say ... merry christmas baby
I just wanna say ... merry christmas baby
I just wanna say ... merry christmas baby
I just wanna say ... merry christmas baby
And happy new year too
Oh yeah
Play it boys go !
Merry christmas, happy new year

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I Have God

I have God and God has me, He’s my guide to eternity,
Where I am, God will be, for my Lord watches over me,
I’m always in God’s sight, as He watches day and night,
Knowing He’s always right, His Word’s my guiding light.

Like Abraham, called friend, God is with me to the end,
With me at every bend, together in Eternity we’ll spend,
He is my Savior and my Guide, from me, He won’t hide,
When in God’s Spirit I abide, He is with me, by my side.

God is with me day by day, as I walk in the narrow way,
Forever with me He will stay, as I enter Heaven one day,
He’s with me on this sod, leading me with staff and rod;
My hope is to see His nod, when I see the Face of God.

This as God, above I serve, with a hope I don’t deserve,
As my life God will preserve, so eternally He I can serve,
For it was God, Who saved me, so I could live eternally,
He saved me from the night, giving me His Eternal Light.

By my God I won’t be denied, as His Spirit dwells inside,
My Savior who calls me friend, gave me life with no end,
For He sent to us Jesus Christ, to become our Sacrifice,
Not just affording me Paradise, but granting Eternal Life.

(Copyright ©03/201)

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Mindfields

Theres a rumor of a midnight man
So silent in disguise
And every time he looks your way
You see it in his eyes
Like a window to the storm
He just invades your paradise
Dont you buy what he is selling
Its just lies...
When he says... these hearts are willing
Story goes... these dreams are free
Only takes a moment
But you must acclimatize
Dont you buy what he is selling
Its just lies...
Over your left shoulder I have seen the angry beast
Heard the war horn screaming, as they gather for the feast
Seen a star-crossed angel with the death-card and a shield
Were walking through mindfields... you see an angel and she takes you by the hand
Were walking through mindfields... her lips are moving like shes praying
Were walking through mindfields... she speaks so softly and you want to understand
What shes saying
Theres a stairway leading to the sun
I walk it in my sleep
And a ship of fools above the sky
Whove gotten into deep
With a doorway into nowhere
And the path is way too steep
Dont lose your angry soul
Its yours to keep...
Where it ends... its the beginning
And it stays... right to the end
The reason is unclear my friend
It almost makes me weep
So dont lose your angry soul
Its yours to keep

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Just another day in paradise

More On Angels

ever thought of Angels
as everyday people?
Waking up, getting up,
going off to labor

Having to sleep on their bellies,
so’s not to crinkle their feathers
Walking out the door
Saying “morning” to their neighbor

Halos on… a bit askew
Robes… perhaps just a tad soiled
Nectar skipped this morning cause..
It was out of date and spoiled

Morning hair an ungodly mess
Forgot to shave last night
But what the hell, the boss wears a beard
A little five o clock shadow should be alright

Another day…another shekel
Making miracles, making nice
Holy moley, and God almighty
Just another day in Paradise

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Just Another Day In Paradise

(craig wiseman/phil vassar)
The kids screaming, phone ringing
Dog barking at the mailman bringing
That stack of bills - overdue
Good morning baby, how are you?
Got a half hour, quick shower
Take a drink of milk but the milks gone sour
My funny face makes you laugh
Twist the top on and I put it back
There goes the washing machine
Baby, dont kick it.
I promise Ill fix it
Long about a million other things
Well, its ok. its so nice
Its just another day in paradise
Well, theres no place that
Id rather be
Well, its two hearts
And one dream
I wouldnt trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
Friday, youre late
Guess well never make our dinner date
At the restaurant you start to cry
Baby, well just improvise
Well, plan b looks like
Dominoes pizza in the candle light
Then well tippy toe to our room
Make a little love thats overdue
But somebody had a bad dream
Mama and daddy
Can meand my teddy
Come in to sleep in between?
Yeah its ok. its so nice.
Its just another day in paradise.
Well, theres no place that
Id rather be
Well, its two hearts
And one dream
I wouldnt trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
Well, its ok. its so nice.
Its just another day in paradise.
Well, theres no place that
Id rather be
Two hearts
And one dream
I wouldnt trade it for anything
And I ask the lord every night
For just another day in paradise
For just another day in paradise
Well, its the kids screaming. the phone ringing
Just another day
Well, its friday. youre late
Oh yeah, its just another day in paradise

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Patrick White

What Did You See Just Before You Committed Suicide?

in memory of Heidi Clow

What did you see just before you committed suicide?
Did the snake mesmerize the bird that used to sing inside
your rib cage, turn it to stone, dis the lyrics of its song
with a cosmic hiss that underwhelmed all other sound?
Did you die from the inside out or the outside in?
Was there a light that summoned you to the end of the tunnel
like candles on the hillsides of Blue Skies, or did you
step out on stage in the glare of a bare lightbulb
in an interrogation room where you finally answered
what you were keeping secret from yourself? I won't ask you
to forgive the candour of this if it's cruel. I've been
the kind of demonic fool the earth opens up
and swallows from time to time, so I know
death has its jewels as well as life and when the dark energy
expands your eyes like space, you can see them shine
like wolf's eyes in the black mirror of a midnight lake.

And I've always found the brightest diamonds of clarity
that could cut through everything like the clear light of the void
in the darkest, deepest diamond mines of my igneous soul.
And I remember the cotton candy clouds of the pink angels
before I jumped from paradise, but that was so many shrouds ago
I've learned to keep my fire at a distance from inflammable hair-dos
that have been backcombed and hairsprayed too much.
I don't graft a crutch to the tree of knowledge
and expect it to bloom. And even when the moon blossoms
on the dead branch, what fruit ever comes of it?

I don't think you ever liked me much, but if push
had ever come to shove I would have thrown my weight
like the mass of a black hole on your side of the argument.
My heart was too much of a stump to efoliate
in the fires of spring and I was autumns away
from the gates of the garden you brought to the door
with flaming angels and untempered swords
that weren't hard enough to fall upon yet,
but you were in love with my room mate for awhile
and I gave up my studio to the two of you
so you could both work the guile and wile and style
of your respective arts like alchemical spells upon each other
while I retired to the living room like a benign sunset
with a smile on its face over the darkening hills
to re-read Spengler's Decline of the West
intrigued like a ghost at a seminar-seance
by the morphology of knowledge forms based on metaphors.

And I remember you coming over once,
bombed on Fireball Whiskey, grabbing the neck
of the half-finished bottle like an unexploded artillery shell
and falling backwards over a table into a large rubber plant
as you collapsed like a laughing inferno that bounced back
in adolescent tears as we picked you up like a circus tent
or an emergency parachute that didn't open in time,
covered in potting soil, as you apologized over-crucially
about the slashes and striations that scored a painting of mine
I finally repaired years later with scars of pthalo blue after you died.

And I thought of you as a high wire act on your spinal cord that night
as I mixed the luminosity and values of the hues
on a palette that seemed like a small, sacrificial altar to you
of my grief and affection in the crazy wisdom of a human insight
into the nature of the tragic follies of love and life and how
we endear loss to ourselves like wounds, like graves, like flowers
we inflict upon the heart in such a way they'll never close
because the sorrow is what binds you to us
like a rose to the thorns in our bloodstream.

And then all your friends came over in a squall of concern
as Spengler and I went and stood by the large bay windows
and looked out into a vast night we knew we'd never understand
as you poured your beauty and passion, darkness and doubts
out on the couch in a flashflood of tears and alcohol, realization and laughter.

Only ever saw you in passing after that and sometimes
you'd say hello back and sometimes you wouldn't
as you seemed embedded in some kind of tempestuous trance
oblivious to the world as you danced around your own fire
deep inside, though I never thought it was any of my business
to guess what it was you were praying for or whether
you were firewalking a warpath into the military as I later
heard you did and thought how strange that such a dancer
should want to learn to march and even Spengler didn't have an answer.

Or I'd watch you from the Perth Restaurant, strutting your stuff
up Gore Street like a model on a runway, range-finding
the effects of your cosmetics and high heels and auburn hair
on an encampment of your boyfriends absent without leave.
But I never saw you, rare for the young women of this town,
being led around by a donkey like an eagle on a leash
and by that I knew the intensity of your vulnerable independence
and the savage innocence of a passionate heart in the wilderness.
Then, I forget who told me, but in a single sentence, you were dead.
An ice storm had shattered the rose like a crashing chandelier
and blunted all its thorns like those stilettoes you used to wear
The dance, the strut, the march was over. Late frost
on an early metaphor for the springtime coming into its prime.


But I need to know, when you fell into the black hole
did it turn into the fountainmouth of a white one on the other side
of a whole new universe that hadn't grown as old and blind as this one?
Teach me the signs so I can rearrange the stars in time
like new astrolabes and starmaps to keep the Milky Way
from turning into the Great Barrier Reef that rips the hull
out of the lifeboat of the moon as it passes over
the brain coral and starmud of other shipwrecked minds
that put to sea looking for salvation in the oceans of the rose
only to return like salvage from the storm washed up
on these isolated shores of haunted islands in the mindstream.

Unborn, unperishing, I believe we're all here indelibly
because you can't pour the universe out of the universe
or where's it going to go, and since the whole is in every part,
that includes you and I and everyone in one way or another
eternally. Is it so, Heidi? Do we move like waterclocks
from world to world, our eyes evaporate into the light
because whatever form we take, fireflies or lightning,
we are, perennially, the shining of our own unique insight
by which the light is known by the light we cast upon it?

That we're the light by which the stars are known
and those immensities in which we hold them deep inside,
as now we do you who have added yourself to the whole
so expansively we must grow like space to keep up with you
and the way we humanize the unknown, as the stars do
like lanterns entering a dark room, is to embrace it as intimately
as you have like the available dimension of a future
we've all been moving into like supernovas and galaxies
from the beginningless beginning of all things, tomorrow
like yesterday, here, now, as you are, and have always been
as if the history of seeing were the biography of the light
that blossoms in each of us like wildflowers in the starfields,
or in every wild rose, as you were, the incarnation of a passionate insight,
even in its passage in the autumn when the rosaries
of the Canada geese call as they're crossing the moon
high overhead, transmigrating the souls of the dead
to the thresholds of new constellations hidden under our eyelids
like Venus in the Pleiades near Aldebaran just before dawn?
No death or birth in the moment, like time in a dream,
how can here and now where we all abide with the stars
and the planets and their shepherd moons ever be gone?

It's night now, Heidi, back in Perth here on earth and it's raining.
I'm watching the ripples in the puddles playing water like music
all up and down Foster Street from my upstairs apartment window.
And how the streetlights are dancing in their garish gypsy scarves
barefoot to the rhythm. As I imagine you're doing right now
among similar wavelengths just out of reach of my eyes
Though I can see you so clearly when I see you with my heart
as I do the stars and the willows and the waterbirds
down by the Tay River when I stand on one bank of life
and look up at the other like the far shore of the Milky Way
wheeling like the girandole of the spiral arm of a starfish.

And though I thought of putting poppies and wheat upon your grave,
remembering you were a sailor back in my hometown,
and hope is a lifeboat that keeps us all from drowning in our tears,
it reminds me of you somehow, and I make a wish upon it
like the star of Isis the ancient sailors used to tattoo
on the left palm of their hands to make it through the storm
and had, somehow, come through the squalls of time like you
there in the heights, a water-sylph of the radiance
shining on like that star just to the right of midnight,
breaking through these clouds of unknowing, like Heidi Clow
looking down upon us all on the nightwatch,
whispering like the carillon of the rain, three bells and all's well.

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The Beasts Paradise

The beast does not just go.
Not with out taking a couple victims first.
Oh no, oh no!
A meal to stave the empty months upcoming.
For in the wild everything has to be hunted.
But here it is an easy pickings in the open and so defenseless.
He will be back.
You can count on that.
For that kind of hunger does not just die.
This is now his paradise.

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Behind The Door - Paradise Beach

It's a shame
But now I'm leaving
I can't take the way
I been bleeding.

I'm saying
Goodbye,
But don't sit there
And cry.

I'm just behind
That door out of reach
Waiting for you
At this paradise beach.

Dont worry,
I'm not far away
And I'll wait for you
Every day...

But remember...

I'm just behind
That door out of reach
Waiting for you
At this paradise beach.

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Untouchable Paradise

Rolling hills bathed in a sea
of azure skies laid before me.
A golden sun offered me its rays,
and I soaked them in gladly,
wondering if it was real.
Was there a place, just beyond
my knowledge, that was as
perfect as this
landscape before me?
My questions went
unanswered, but when I
took a step towards
my peaceful paradise,
my imagination failed me,
and I was left alone.
In my bedroom.
With a warm memory.

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Birds of Paradise

the birds chirped gaily
wearing beautiful colours
of yellow orange blue and
green with rosy red
all nestled together
on the branch of a
leafy green tree

the sun beamed down
the humidity steadily rose
with a chance of rain
but this didn't stop him

oh wow just who is this
handsome guy with
binoculars and cameras
his tools for
photographing
some of the most beautiful
birds in the world-

oh just another day
in paradise

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Just a Dream

The entire world was silenced
And from the darkness emerged, Truth;
Lost since the paradise garden
Abandoned for cupidity;
And out of Truth the advent poet
Appeared with imaginative
Zeal and clarity of purpose:
To rhythmically shape our hearts
And minds with eternal verses
Instilled with His intuitive
Enlightenment from the cosmos
Taking the form of a poem.
Although pleasant it may have seemed
In reality, just a dream.

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Visions Of Paradise

The sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes makes waterfalls
Of me, of me
In the garden of her love Ill stay awhile
To be, to be
What the seeds of her thoughts once mean to me
Come see, come see
Visions of paradise, cloudless skies I see
Rainbows on the hill, blue onyx on the sea
Come see, ah, ah, ah
And the sounds in my mind just come to me
Come see, come see
And the call of her eyes, makes waterfalls
Of me, of me

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Broken paradise

Broken paradise
~
Paradise has been tainted
stained by a dreams lie
there is no rose garden
no happily ever after
no final solution to happiness
which is in itself a work in progress
paradise is not as expected
its just another place, another time
with different things to face
new people, different words
it was not supposed to be like this
where is the endless laughter
the smiles and friends
which a dream once promised
paradise is broken
but there is still something here
worth holding out for
I really love her

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