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Darkness Of The Night

The depths of depression that darken the night -
The sky is the darkest of dark tonight.

poem by Emily Brush
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Nestling

When to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

And suffer the risk - abscond in dread -
The knowledge of sort that you'll be dead
Upon a calamitous fall;

Or taken in flight - a hawkish pounce -
Demolished as prey; your fate pronounce
You gone, and to never recall.

O when to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

Aborting a den with
Feathered bed,
Unwavering mother who
Saw you fed -
Surrendering all so
You may spread
Your reach of tentative wings!

‘Tis only instinct -
E'er the reason -
Forging life:
The Nesting Season
And the trials it brings.

So up and summon the sky
Little nestling,
Up! and summon the sky!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Song of Wink Star

The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages
story and text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008

☼ ☼

☼ Preamble

Come…children all, children of all ages…sit close and listen…
Come and listen to this happy story of the stars and of life…
Come children of the universe, children of all nations and of all races, and of all climates and of all kinds of space and dimensions and universes…
Come, dearest children of all beings of the living universe, come and listen to The Song of Wink Star…

Come and listen to this story, this happy story…listen, as the story itself sings to you…

Sit close then, and listen to the story that was not made by any, or written by a poet, or fashioned by grandfathers and grandmothers warming themselves at the fire of burning stars…

O dearest children all, come and listen to the story that lives
of itself, and that glows bright and happy….

Come…children all, children of all ages, come and listen to this happy story, the story so natural and smooth as life, as it sings itself to you….

☼ The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages

☼ 1

Night Child, always so light and gentle, slept on a flower.
And every night, before he went to sleep, he would look up at the sky.
He would look at the eastern corner, five o’clock.

And there he would see all the stars in near and distant galaxies that were only visible to the People of Star Eyes.

Night Child was one of the People of Star Eyes. And so he could see the stars. And of all the stars he could see, he loved to watch Wink Star.

Wink Star twinkled and winked and laughed.
Every night Wink Star did that. Winked and laughed.

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poem by Raj Arumugam
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I Just Wanna Have Something To Do

Hanging out on Second Avenue,
Eating chicken vindaloo,
I just wanna be with you,
I just wanna have something to do.
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Well alright!
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight, tonight, tonight.
Wait! Now!
Wait! Now!
Hanging out all by myself,
I don't want to be with anybody else,
I just wanna be with you,
I just wanna have something to do.
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight, tonight,
Well alright!
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight, tonight, tonight.
Wait! Now!
Wait! Now!
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight, tonight, tonight.
Hanging out all by myself,
I don't want to be with anybody else,
I just wanna be with you,
I just wanna have something to do.
Tonight, tonight, tonight,
Tonight, tonight,
Well alright!
Tonight, tonight,(wait!),
Tonight, tonight, well alright, (wait!),
Tonight, tonight, tonight, (wait now!),
Tonight, tonight, tonight, (wait now!).

song performed by Garbage
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Getting Louder

Tonight is mine.
Tonight is just fine.
Tonight the last night anything and everything will be the same.
Time for change.

And let it get louder.

Tonight is mine.
Tonight is just fine.
Tonight is the last night anything and everything will be the same.
Time for change.

From an unobscured view I look down upon you.
And I just know it is fate.
I laugh, you laugh.
We made our choice on what we will do.
Barely surviving.
Living by each moment as if it was or last.
Love happens so fast.

Tonight is mine.
Tonight is just fine.
Tonight the last night anything and everything will be the same.
Time for change.

And let it get louder.

Tonight is mine.
Tonight is just fine.
Tonight the last night anything and everything will be the same.
Time for change.

We argue over the important things.
Nothing simple will ever divide us.
Connected at the hip.
Souls intertwined.
My god your so divine.
But personality is the important secret beneath the layers that are shed.
I'll be forever happy to have you each morning wake in my bed.

Tonight is mine.
Tonight is just fine.
Tonight the last night anything and everything will be the same.
Time for change.

And let it get louder.

Tonight is mine.
Tonight is just fine.
Tonight the last night anything and everything will be the same.

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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Undying One- Canto III

'THERE is a sound the autumn wind doth make
Howling and moaning, listlessly and low:
Methinks that to a heart that ought to break
All the earth's voices seem to murmur so.
The visions that crost
Our path in light--
The things that we lost
In the dim dark night--
The faces for which we vainly yearn--
The voices whose tones will not return--
That low sad wailing breeze doth bring
Borne on its swift and rushing wing.
Have ye sat alone when that wind was loud,
And the moon shone dim from the wintry cloud?
When the fire was quench'd on your lonely hearth,
And the voices were still which spoke of mirth?

If such an evening, tho' but one,
It hath been yours to spend alone--
Never,--though years may roll along
Cheer'd by the merry dance and song;
Though you mark'd not that bleak wind's sound before,
When louder perchance it used to roar--
Never shall sound of that wintry gale
Be aught to you but a voice of wail!
So o'er the careless heart and eye
The storms of the world go sweeping by;
But oh! when once we have learn'd to weep,
Well doth sorrow his stern watch keep.
Let one of our airy joys decay--
Let one of our blossoms fade away--
And all the griefs that others share
Seem ours, as well as theirs, to bear:
And the sound of wail, like that rushing wind
Shall bring all our own deep woe to mind!

'I went through the world, but I paused not now
At the gladsome heart and the joyous brow:
I went through the world, and I stay'd to mark
Where the heart was sore, and the spirit dark:
And the grief of others, though sad to see,
Was fraught with a demon's joy to me!

'I saw the inconstant lover come to take
Farewell of her he loved in better days,
And, coldly careless, watch the heart-strings break--
Which beat so fondly at his words of praise.
She was a faded, painted, guilt-bow'd thing,
Seeking to mock the hues of early spring,
When misery and years had done their worst

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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Whistling In The Dark

A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,

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song performed by They Might Be Giants
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Wontcha Come Out Tonight

Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Why dontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Ive been anticipatin, seeing you all day long
And all the while Im waitin
I find myself a-singing this little song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Soon as the music start playin
I start to thinkin of you
Thats when youll hear me sayin
Pretty please, baby, heres what I ask of you
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Theyre playin our song
Little girl, wontcha come out tonight?
Please dont keep me long
Late at night when Im sleepin
I get to dreamin of you
Thats when I find myself schemin
Of ways that I can spend all my nights with you
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha
Come (come, come-a, come-a)
Tonight (come out tonight)
Oh wontcha

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song performed by Beach Boys
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The House Of Dust: Complete

I.

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.

'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.

We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .

Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.

Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.

Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.

II.

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poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Underlying Depression

Underlying depression, have to crawl into my room
Underlying depression dont want to know about the moon in june
Outside theres a cavalcade of clowns but they're bringing me down
With underlying depression
Underlying depression and its starting in my backyard
Underlying depression, and these times aint even so hard
Lord I was born with the blues and my blue suede shoes
And underlying depression
Underlying depresslon and theres ust nowhere to turn
Underlying depression and things just seem to turn in on one
Sometimes Im stuck in the corner just like little jack horner
With underlying depression
Underlying depression and I just cant get it right
Underlying depression Ive got to fight it with all of my might
Right now I dont want to be alone
Get my baby on the telephone
Underlying depression
Have to make some concessions when everything is working right
Have to count my blessings, helps me make it through the night
Ive got love in my life as well as trouble and strife
And underlying depression
Underlying depression, underlying depression, underlying depression
Aint nothing but the blues
Underlying depression aint nothing but the blues
Underlying depression, aint nothing but the blues
Underlying depression

song performed by Van Morrison
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[9] O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!

O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!
[LOVE POEMS]

POET: MAHENDRA BHATNAGAR

POEMS

1 Passion And Compassion / 1
2 Affection
3 Willing To Live
4 Passion And Compassion / 2
5 Boon
6 Remembrance
7 Pretext
8 To A Distant Person
9 Perception
10 Conclusion
10 You (1)
11 Symbol
12 You (2)
13 In Vain
14 One Night
15 Suddenly
16 Meeting
17 Touch
18 Face To Face
19 Co-Traveller
20 Once And Once only
21 Touchstone
22 In Chorus
23 Good Omens
24 Even Then
25 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (1)
26 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (2)
27 Life Aspirant
28 To The Condemned Woman
29 A Submission
30 At Midday
31 I Accept
32 Who Are You?
33 Solicitation
34 Accept Me
35 Again After Ages …
36 Day-Dreaming
37 Who Are You?
38 You Embellished In Song

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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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Tonight, Tonight, Tonight

Im coming down, coming down like a monkey, but its alright
Like a load on your back that you cant see, ooh but its alright
Try to shake it loose, cut it free, just let it go, get it away from me.
Cos tonight, tonight, tonight - oh, Im gonna make it right
Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh.
Im going down, going down, like a monkey, ooh but its alright
Try to pick yourself up, carry that weight that you cant see,
Dont you know its alright
Its like a helter skelter, going down and down, round and round
But just get it away from me - oh.
Because tonight, tonight, tonight - oh
Were gonna make it right
Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh.
I got some money in my pocket, about ready to burn
I dont remember where I got it, I gotta get it to you
So please answer the phone, cos I keep calling, but youre never home
What am I gonna do
Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh
Im gonna make it right
Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh.
You keep telling me Ive got everything, you say Ive got everything i
Want
You keep telling me youre gonna help me, youre gonna help me, but you
Dont
But now Im in too deep
You see its got me so that I just cant sleep
Oh get me out of here, please get me out of here
Just help me Ill do anything, anything
If youll just help me get out of here.
Im coming down, coming down like a monkey, ooh but its alright
Its like a load on your back that you cant see,
Ooh dont you know that its alright
Just try to shake it loose, cut it free, let it go
But just get it away from me
Cos tonight, tonight, tonight - oh
Maybe well make it right
Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh.
Please get me out of here
Someone get me out of here
Just help me Ill do anything, anything
If youll just help get me out of here
Tonight - oh, Im gonna make it right
Tonight, tonight, tonight - oh.
Yes tonight, tonight, tonight - oh,
Yes Im gonna make it right, tonight, tonight, tonight - oh...

song performed by Genesis
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Tomorrow & Tonight

Ow
Everybodys high when the week is through
Every night they wish they could
Listenin to the teacher, bosses and the preachers
Aint never done nobody good
Are you happy, baby, Ive been waitin
Are you ready, its quarter to ten
Are you comin, dont be hesitatin
cause were headed for the city again
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
Oh yeah, aha, alright
Workin like a dog, baby all day long
Tell you what Im gonna do
Take it in the cellar, let me be your fella
Im gonna teach you somethin new
Are you happy, baby, Ive been waitin
Are you ready, to do it again
Are you comin, now dont be hesitatin
cause you know the night is never gonna end
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
Oh yeah, aha, alright, whoo
I love it
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Mmm, tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
Oh yeah, aha, alright
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, tomorrow, whoo, tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, (tonight), tomorrow, tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, (come on), tomorrow, tonight, whoo
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, (come on), tomorrow, tonight, whoo
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, whoo, tomorrow, tonight, yeah
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, tomorrow, yeah, tonight, yeah
We can rock all day, we can roll all night

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song performed by Kiss
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Tomorrow And Tonight

Paul Stanley
Ow
Everybody's high when the week is through
Livin' like they wish they could
Listenin' to the teacher, bosses like a preacher
Ain't never done nobody good
Are you happy, baby, I've been waitin'
Are you ready, it's quarter to ten
Are you comin', don't be hesitatin'
'Cause I'm headed for the city again
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
Oh yeah, aha, alright
Workin' like a dog, baby all day long
Tell you what I'm gonna do
Take it in the cellar, let me be your fella
I'm gonna teach you somethin' new
Are you happy, baby, I've been waitin'
Are you ready, to do it again
Are you comin', now don't be hesitatin'
'Cause you know the night is never gonna end
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
Oh yeah, aha, alright, whoo
I love it
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Mmm, tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
Oh yeah, aha, alright
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, tomorrow, whoo, tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, (tonight), tomorrow, tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, (come on), tomorrow, tonight, whoo
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, (come on), tomorrow, tonight, whoo
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow and tonight, tomorrow and tonight
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, whoo, tomorrow, tonight, yeah
We can rock all day, we can roll all night
Tomorrow, tomorrow, yeah, tonight, yeah

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song performed by Kiss
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The Troubadour. Canto 2

THE first, the very first; oh! none
Can feel again as they have done;
In love, in war, in pride, in all
The planets of life's coronal,
However beautiful or bright,--
What can be like their first sweet light?

When will the youth feel as he felt,
When first at beauty's feet he knelt?

As if her least smile could confer
A kingdom on its worshipper;
Or ever care, or ever fear
Had cross'd love's morning hemisphere.
And the young bard, the first time praise
Sheds its spring sunlight o'er his lays,
Though loftier laurel, higher name,
May crown the minstrel's noontide fame,
They will not bring the deep content
Of his lure's first encouragement.
And where the glory that will yield
The flush and glow of his first field
To the young chief? Will RAYMOND ever
Feel as he now is feeling?--Never.

The sun wept down or ere they gain'd
The glen where the chief band remain'd.

It was a lone and secret shade,
As nature form'd an ambuscade
For the bird's nest and the deer's lair,
Though now less quiet guests were there.
On one side like a fortress stood
A mingled pine and chesnut wood;
Autumn was falling, but the pine
Seem'd as it mock'd all change; no sign
Of season on its leaf was seen,
The same dark gloom of changeless green.
But like the gorgeous Persian bands
'Mid the stern race of northern lands,
The chesnut boughs were bright with all
That gilds and mocks the autumn's fall.

Like stragglers from an army's rear
Gradual they grew, near and less near,
Till ample space was left to raise,
Amid the trees, the watch-fire's blaze;
And there, wrapt in their cloaks around,
The soldiers scatter'd o'er the ground.

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poem by Letitia Elizabeth Landon
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OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII (Entire)

Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
Thine are these orbs of light and shade;
Thou madest Life in man and brute;
Thou madest Death; and lo, thy foot
Is on the skull which thou hast made.

Thou wilt not leave us in the dust:
Thou madest man, he knows not why,
He thinks he was not made to die;
And thou hast made him: thou art just.

Thou seemest human and divine,
The highest, holiest manhood, thou:
Our wills are ours, we know not how;
Our wills are ours, to make them thine.

Our little systems have their day;
They have their day and cease to be:
They are but broken lights of thee,
And thou, O Lord, art more than they.

We have but faith: we cannot know;
For knowledge is of things we see;
And yet we trust it comes from thee,
A beam in darkness: let it grow.

Let knowledge grow from more to more,
But more of reverence in us dwell;
That mind and soul, according well,
May make one music as before,

But vaster. We are fools and slight;
We mock thee when we do not fear:
But help thy foolish ones to bear;
Help thy vain worlds to bear thy light.

Forgive what seem’d my sin in me;
What seem’d my worth since I began;
For merit lives from man to man,
And not from man, O Lord, to thee.

Forgive my grief for one removed,
Thy creature, whom I found so fair.
I trust he lives in thee, and there
I find him worthier to be loved.

Forgive these wild and wandering cries,

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poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Death of Dusk

The sun resigns,
bleeds out the vestiges –
remnants of the day.

Exsanguination edges into twilight:
red-brown hangs;
upwards darkens:
blue-brown,
blue-black,
death-black,
disquiet – furtive,
like ghoul-ridden fog.

A sombre moon assumes its role,
gushing silver-white lymph upon the muted scape –
a prequel of supernatural undertones
to chill the scene,
ice the spine,
kill the brain –

we have unnerved the very firmament.

But now a shadow closing down the globe:
dinosaurian cloud shrouds the moon glaze,
claims the late hour –
declared in a dying crow caw.

I, the hidden owl
– nemesis of claustrophobic minds –
awake! for mammal flesh –
fresh, jerking out its warmth in dance of death.
Rock-still I perch in sculptured oneness
with my crooked night-tree,
emanating nocturnal allure.

Together we scowl
together we play the dark
upon the land and sky
and mind

while you lie as dead in your box.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Tonight

Every day I I wanna be around you
Gotta gotta gotta gotta be, I wanna be with you
What I want ... baby, ...
But god, I just cant stop and let you go
And I cant leave you
Tonight!
All I wanna do is kiss your lips
Tonight!
All I ...fingertips
Tonight!
...
Tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight
Woah, tonight.
...
Come on come on come on come back, baby, ...
And Ive got ...
Well I ...
When I ...
And i...
Tonight!
Tonight!
All I wanna do is kiss your lips
Tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight
Woah, tonight
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
...
Tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight!
Tonight tonight tonight tonight tonight
Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight

song performed by Bruce Springsteen
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Alastor: or, the Spirit of Solitude

Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great Mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love, and recompense the boon with mine;
If dewy morn, and odorous noon, and even,
With sunset and its gorgeous ministers,
And solemn midnight's tingling silentness;
If Autumn's hollow sighs in the sere wood,
And Winter robing with pure snow and crowns
Of starry ice the gray grass and bare boughs;
If Spring's voluptuous pantings when she breathes
Her first sweet kisses,--have been dear to me;
If no bright bird, insect, or gentle beast
I consciously have injured, but still loved
And cherished these my kindred; then forgive
This boast, belovèd brethren, and withdraw
No portion of your wonted favor now!

Mother of this unfathomable world!
Favor my solemn song, for I have loved
Thee ever, and thee only; I have watched
Thy shadow, and the darkness of thy steps,
And my heart ever gazes on the depth
Of thy deep mysteries. I have made my bed
In charnels and on coffins, where black death
Keeps record of the trophies won from thee,
Hoping to still these obstinate questionings
Of thee and thine, by forcing some lone ghost,
Thy messenger, to render up the tale
Of what we are. In lone and silent hours,
When night makes a weird sound of its own stillness,
Like an inspired and desperate alchemist
Staking his very life on some dark hope,
Have I mixed awful talk and asking looks
With my most innocent love, until strange tears,
Uniting with those breathless kisses, made
Such magic as compels the charmèd night
To render up thy charge; and, though ne'er yet
Thou hast unveiled thy inmost sanctuary,
Enough from incommunicable dream,
And twilight phantasms, and deep noonday thought,
Has shone within me, that serenely now
And moveless, as a long-forgotten lyre
Suspended in the solitary dome
Of some mysterious and deserted fane,
I wait thy breath, Great Parent, that my strain
May modulate with murmurs of the air,
And motions of the forests and the sea,
And voice of living beings, and woven hymns
Of night and day, and the deep heart of man.

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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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DEPRESSION Makes me.......

Depression makes me feel pain
Depression makes me stupid
Depression makes me feel low
Depression makes me mad
Depression makes me sad
Depression makes me forget world
Depression makes me tensed
Depression makes me lose self control
Depression makes me hate everyone
Depression makes me think over and over
Depression makes me feel lonely
Depression makes me think wild
Depression makes me worthless
Depression makes me sick
What does Depression give me?
When it runs high…
It will make me Die - REST IN PEACE…

poem by Annie Juliet
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Depression Makes Me

depression makes me feel pain
depression makes me stupid
depression makes me feel low
depression makes me mad
depression makes me sad
depression makes me forget the world
depression makes me tensed
depression makes me lose self control
depression makes me hate everyone
depression makes me think over and over
depression makes me feel lonely
depression makes me think wild
depression makes me worthless
depression makes me sick
what does depression give me?
when it runs high…
it will make me die - rest in peace…

poem by Tashi Coote
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