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And always you will find...

And always you will find a woman's hand,
Which, being fresh and light,
With pity and with love,
You, as a brother, will alleviate.
And always you will find a woman's shoulder,
In which you can breathe in a passion
And lean to it with a dissipated head,
Entrusting your mutinous dream by that.
And alway you will find the woman's eyes,
Which, by the damping of your inner pain,
Or may be not entire, but the part,
Can see your suffering that day.
But there exists one woman's hand,
Which is especially sweet,
When touching your exhausted forehead,
It's like the eternity and destiny.
But there exists one woman's shoulder,
Which's given once by the unknown purpose
Not only for night, but, surely, for all time -
You realized that long ago.
But there exist one woman's eyes,
Which look at you with the lasting sadness,
And they are till the end of life -
The eyes of your Love and your Conscience.

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Hope and Light, and Love

You – whose inner strength, I always think
to be the greater than my fluctuating own –
ask, only half humorously, as
business, family support, collapses all around,
for a poem of hope and light and love

and I fall still and silent; for to me
only stillness, silence, are my answer
to those mighty questions of what within ourselves
we have, and have not; lose and find again…

and in the stillness of the silence, because
I am of ‘certain’ yet uncertain age…
hear the family voice still sounding in the ear of memory

of that sweet Stoicism of the Victorian working class:
…‘working’ indeed; even to the work-house…
and ‘class’; yet class with pride; hope (wasn’t the Baptist chapel
built along with Hope Street?): light; and love

that Stoicism (would they know the word?)
that folds its hands onto its tidy lap, when
all around collapses, and says quietly,
Its trying.. as the good Lord knows,
for he’s tried me oftentimes enough…”

and Sunday starts and ends the week,
theday of rest’ when God and Man
work hardest, and together..

that sweet Stoicism… that responds
to the muted tea-cup whine of others, with
‘We must just count our blessings, dear…’

or break into the mutual relief of song:
‘Count your blessings, one by one’..

and never was the One more to be sought, whose blessings
are only counted, as sleep’s sheep leap
over the stile of thought,
counted one by one; each one blessing, blest,
containing All -

All, and as you said yourself,
Hope; Light; and Love; these three..

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William Butler Yeats

Baile And Aillinn

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the
Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land
among the dead, told to each a story of the other's death, so
that their hearts were broken and they died.

I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,

Nor thegrey rush when the wind is high,
Before my thoughts begin to run
On the heir of Uladh, Buan's son,
Baile, who had the honey mouth;
And that mild woman of the south,
Aillinn, who was King Lugaidh's heir.
Their love was never drowned in care
Of this or that thing, nor grew cold
Because their hodies had grown old.
Being forbid to marry on earth,
They blossomed to immortal mirth.

About the time when Christ was born,
When the long wars for the White Horn
And the Brown Bull had not yet come,
Young Baile Honey Mouth, whom some
Called rather Baile Little-Land,
Rode out of Emain with a band
Of harpers and young men; and they
Imagined, as they struck the way
To many-pastured Muirthemne,
That all things fell out happily,
And there, for all that fools had said,
Baile and Aillinn would be wed.
They found an old man running there:
He had ragged long grass-coloured hair;
He had knees that stuck out of his hose;
He had puddle-water in his shoes;
He had half a cloak to keep him dry,
Although he had a squirrel's eye.

wandering hirds and rushy beds,
You put such folly in our heads
With all this crying in the wind,
No common love is to our mind,
And our poor kate or Nan is less
Than any whose unhappiness
Awoke the harp-strings long ago.
Yet they that know all things hut know
That all this life can give us is
A child's laughter, a woman's kiss.
Who was it put so great a scorn
In thegrey reeds that night and morn
Are trodden and broken hy the herds,
And in the light bodies of birds
The north wind tumbles to and fro
And pinches among hail and snow?
That runner said: 'I am from the south;
I run to Baile Honey-Mouth,
To tell him how the girl Aillinn
Rode from the country of her kin,
And old and young men rode with her:
For all that country had been astir
If anybody half as fair
Had chosen a husband anywhere
But where it could see her every day.
When they had ridden a little way
An old man caught the horse's head
With: ''You must home again, and wed
With somebody in your own land.''
A young man cried and kissed her hand,
''O lady, wed with one of us'';
And when no face grew piteous
For any gentle thing she spake,
She fell and died of the heart-break.'
Because a lover's heart s worn out,
Being tumbled and blown about
By its own blind imagining,
And will believe that anything
That is bad enough to be true, is true,
Baile's heart was broken in two;
And he, being laid upon green boughs,
Was carried to the goodly house
Where the Hound of Uladh sat before
The brazen pillars of his door,
His face bowed low to weep the end
Of the harper's daughter and her friend
For athough years had passed away
He always wept them on that day,
For on that day they had been betrayed;
And now that Honey-Mouth is laid
Under a cairn of sleepy stone
Before his eyes, he has tears for none,
Although he is carrying stone, but two
For whom the cairn's but heaped anew.

We hold, because our memory is
Sofull of that thing and of this,
That out of sight is out of mind.
But the grey rush under the wind
And the grey bird with crooked bill
rave such long memories that they still
Remember Deirdre and her man;
And when we walk with Kate or Nan
About the windy water-side,
Our hearts can Fear the voices chide.
How could we be so soon content,
Who know the way that Naoise went?
And they have news of Deirdre's eyes,
Who being lovely was so wise --
Ah! wise, my heart knows well how wise.

Now had that old gaunt crafty one,
Gathering his cloak about him, mn
Where Aillinn rode with waiting-maids,
Who amid leafy lights and shades
Dreamed of the hands that would unlace
Their bodices in some dim place
When they had come to the matriage-bed,
And harpers, pacing with high head
As though their music were enough
To make the savage heart of love
Grow gentle without sorrowing,
Imagining and pondering
Heaven knows what calamity;
'Another's hurried off,' cried he,
'From heat and cold and wind and wave;
They have heaped the stones above his grave
In Muirthemne, and over it
In changeless Ogham letters writ --
Baile, that was of Rury's seed.
But the gods long ago decreed
No waiting-maid should ever spread
Baile and Aillinn's marriage-bed,
For they should clip and clip again
Where wild bees hive on the Great Plain.
Therefore it is but little news
That put this hurry in my shoes.'
Then seeing that he scarce had spoke
Before her love-worn heart had broke.
He ran and laughed until he came
To that high hill the herdsmen name
The Hill Seat of Laighen, because
Some god or king had made the laws
That held the land together there,
In old times among the clouds of the air.
That old man climbed; the day grew dim;
Two swans came flying up to him,
Linked by a gold chain each to each,
And with low murmuring laughing speech
Alighted on the windy grass.
They knew him: his changed body was
Tall, proud and ruddy, and light wings
Were hovering over the harp-strings
That Edain, Midhir's wife, had wove
In the hid place, being crazed by love.
What shall I call them? fish that swim,
Scale rubbing scale where light is dim
By a broad water-lily leaf;
Or mice in the one wheaten sheaf
Forgotten at the threshing-place;
Or birds lost in the one clear space
Of morning light in a dim sky;
Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,
Or the door-pillars of one house,
Or two sweet blossoming apple-boughs
That have one shadow on the ground;
Or the two strings that made one sound
Where that wise harper's finger ran.
For this young girl and this young man
Have happiness without an end,
Because they have made so good a friend.
They know all wonders, for they pass
The towery gates of Gorias,
And Findrias and Falias,
And long-forgotten Murias,
Among the giant kings whose hoard,
Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,
Was robbed before earth gave the wheat;
Wandering from broken street to street
They come where some huge watcher is,
And tremble with their love and kiss.
They know undying things, for they
Wander where earth withers away,
Though nothing troubles the great streams
But light from the pale stars, and gleams
From the holy orchards, where there is none
But fruit that is of precious stone,
Or apples of the sun and moon.
What were our praise to them? They eat
Quiet's wild heart, like daily meat;
Who when night thickens are afloat
On dappled skins in a glass boat,
Far out under a windless sky;
While over them birds of Aengus fly,
And over the tiller and the prow,
And waving white wings to and fro
Awaken wanderings of light air
To stir their coverlet and their hair.
And poets found, old writers say,
A yew tree where his body lay;
But a wild apple hid the grass
With its sweet blossom where hers was,
And being in good heart, because
A better time had come again
After the deaths of many men,
And that long fighting at the ford,
They wrote on tablets of thin board,
Made of the apple and the yew,
All the love stories that they knew.

Let rush and hird cry out their fill
Of the harper's daughter if they will,
Beloved, I am not afraid of her.
She is not wiser nor lovelier,
And you are more high of heart than she,
For all her wanderings over-sea;
But I'd have bird and rush forget
Those other two; for never yet
Has lover lived, but longed to wive
Like them that are no more alive.

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I Shall Speak Of Light And Love…

I shall speak of Light and Love;

When human consciousness awakens
When man’s inner darkness illumines
When injustices are remedied and forgiven
When truth triumphs over lies
When brother stops killing brother
When Mothers ‘n children no longer feel pangs of hunger
When global elite concede the rights of all human kind
When the last weapon of war is dismantled
When peace everlasting replaces war
When the beauty ‘n bounty of Mother Earth is restored
When God is welcomed once again in houses of worship
When Man finds God within himself…

Then, I shall then speak of Light and Love

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The Light Of Love

Be very kind and gentle,
But not like a sheep going astray;
Because the Chief cornerstone is now laid in Zion!
So come out of the darkness and meet the light of love.

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Quatrain #76 - When the light of Love and Truth........

When the light of Love and Truth is awakened in the heart
a person's life is not really the same it was at the very start.
He or she is treading the path forward to their true home
and no longer the mundane pathways of life they do roam.

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Light Of Love

The morning sunlight
shines through my window
like the light of love
that shines through my heart.
That beckoning light
that radiates out
for all my family and friends,
with its warm glow
to surround and comfort them.

20 July 2008

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So light is love

So light is love, in matchless beauty shining,
When she revisits Cypris' hallow'd bowers,
Two feeble doves, harness'd in silken twining,
Can draw her chariot 'midst the Paphian flowers.
Lightness to love, how ill it fitteth,
So heavy on my heart, O! on my heart he sitteth.

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Light of love burns deep inside me

Light of love burns
deep inside me
Neither seen or felt by
any one besides me
Fire never dies
Rapidly increases as day passes
Loneliness makes me shiver
Night haunts me
Darkness ignites the desire in me
Her memories fuels the light in me
I remember her smile
Eyes explore her in the darkness
through out the night
She does not arrive
the morning sun rises
devoid of any light for me
I am still groping in the darkness
around me
Light deep inside increases
with passing of time
I keep waiting and waiting
For her to be on my side

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Light Of Love

Standing at the terminal, I can almost hear the music
Coming from the cold and chilly early night
When we get to the gate, baby, all of the things that were said
Will they turn you 'round and bring you back
Will they bring you back, will you come back home 'cos you know I'm waiting
Chorus:
The light of love is always on
You know my love's getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on, keepin' the night watch
Baby are you lonely, don't talk to strangers
I'm tryin' to tell myself you won't be gone for long
And when we get to the part, baby, where all of the tears start to come
Will you turn around, get on the plane that brings you back
Will you come back home, 'cos you know I'm waiting
chorus
(Solo)
The light of love is always on
chorus repeats 2x
Keepin' the night watch, keepin' the night watch
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The Light of Love

The light of love rests upon my face
And from within...has set me free
Love's created my... happy heart
And of hopes...of things...I'll be

The light of love abides... within...
My soul now like child
Starts my broken heart...to blossoming
With warmth....and radaince...mild

Today I have purpose...By loves
rare light...I feel
Pure love...loves pure light to
My soul... it revealed

My family...let loves light devine
Shine on us...I say...
Touch our hearts...and eyes...
That all may see
Love on us...Love...convey

Now this... my only mission is... sacrad
To send loves message far
The light of love...is my heart
Love... my guiding star


I tell my family and.... well.... well... they never listen, to these words
That only true love can say
For only true love can convey

So...If you love someone
Then... follow that heart
For when love is real and true
From love you'll never depart
For only pure love can
Fix the man with broken heart

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Crumbling Paradise

Our paradise is a beautiful place in mind,
Exist only when we go there in spirit,
On a trip; in this realm of splendid sublime,
Only those so deep in love can get to it.

A precious place of graceful escapades,
Found in the wind that floats through the air,
Dare to be where our daily memory fades,
And fond embrace becomes the treasure.

We seek more from this impure life,
And would endure every pain and torment,
But fiery trials esteem the crumbling grief,
These are the broken promise presently sent.

Burning desire more consuming than fire,
Within me lift the flames to a new heaven,
Overwhelm to speak of any intruder,
Pushing me out and trying to break in.

We fall down but love made us get up again,
With broken dreams of crumbling paradise,
There is no tears heaven; sorrow or pain,
We make our dreams here living in disguise.

No sweet exhale can make this paradise crumble,
Only truth we share divides the beat in our heart,
To make us stop and stare and quietly stumble,
Until we find the truest path where eternity start.

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The Light Of Love

Standing at the terminal I can almost hear the music
Coming from the cold and chilly l.a. night
And when we get to the gate, baby
All of the things that were said
Will they turn you round and bring you back
Will they bring you back
Will you come back home cause you know Im waiting
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
Baby, are you lonely, dont talk to strangers
Im trying to tell myself you wont be gone for long
And when we get to the part baby, where all of the tears start to come
Will you turn around, get on the plane
Will it bring you back, will you come back home
cause you know Im waiting
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
The light of love is always on
You know my love is getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on
Keeping the night watch
Keeping the night watch
Keeping the night watch

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Far Away

Music :rudolf schenker, michael schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Take your hand and you take my hand
Lets try to learn to fly
Here what I say, here what I say
Dream and close your eyes
Too much hate
Too much hate
So many things are wrong
So many ways, so many ways
Flying through the sky forever
Into another time
Yesterday so far away
Many miles together
Were looking for a way
Day by day
So far away
All the world
To do the same
So we go together
Will you show me the way
Time has gone
It has gone
Far away, far away
And today
Ill see a way
Follow me we love you
Just listen, what I say
Forget your name and yesterday
Put out your hand
Ill do the same
Now were going to another land
Will you show me the way
Time has gone
It has gone far away
Far away

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Fractions and Frictions of Eternity

Life desires love
Love hires life
Love inspires life
Life expires love
Life recreates love
Love creates life
Love impresses life
Life expresses love
Life tires love
Love fires life

So what?
Why so many lives lost for love?
Was there any love lost for life?
There was a Savior who lost His for love
Yeah, even a pure love for his people
But a phony one who wants to save all
For his love of power and glory came
And declared a great war in heaven
An eternal war of good and evil
The casualties were and are so great
And the loyalties firm to retaliate

Each time a man made his choice
Whether in plain or on sea's noise
These seemingly antonyms of old
With enmity from ancient foretold
One could receive a life eternal
While the other death infernal
One may use things to love people
The other use people to love things
But few can use both things and men
To feed their endless obsessions' den
Does this mean that man's choice a day
Will determine his eternal pathway?
Absolutely! Towards his own destiny
To cradle his life and love in continuity
With its fractions and frictions of eternity!

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Emily Dickinson

That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet

659

That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet,
And said that I was strong—
And could be mighty, if I liked—
That Daythe Days among—

Glows Central—like a Jewel
Between Diverging Golds—
The Minor Onethat gleamed behind—
And Vaster—of the World's.

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The Double Fortress

Time, wouldst thou hurt us? Never shall we grow old.
Break as thou wilt these bodies of blind clay,
Thou canst not touch us here, in our stronghold,
Where two, made one, laugh all thy powers away.


Though ramparts crumble and rusty gates grow thin,
And our brave fortress dwine to a hollow shell,
Thou shalt hear heavenly laughter, far within,
Where, young as Love, two hidden lovers dwell.


We shall go clambering up our twisted stairs
To watch the moon through rifts in our grey towers.
Thou shalt hear whispers, kisses, and sweet prayers
Creeping through all our creviced walls like flowers.


Wouldst wreck us, Time? When thy dull leaguer brings
The last wall down, look heavenward. We have wings.

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My Love For War

My little inner bird takes a flight with
a fixed height and sees changing lands
low and high, black and white with
camouflage seasons along with colourful
plants and tress, dancing , changing are
the notions, too, of life and love only fixed
is the hill, the symbol of greed, oceans are
of lust, blood takes the same colour, pain
gives the same suffering but different
meaning of them altogether , what love
means here, that love is not there so I wag
a war against love though overflowing in my
songs and poems, do I not have a heart?
Why can not I feel the same which I feel
for myself? or am I missing something,
the meaning of love? Have I not perceived
love from the sun? A sense! No, no, I have
no world in my wallet which can describe love!
War has a full of terminology so I love war.

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Near the old chestnut tree

I idly wished upon a falling star
far away in the night sky
and glimpsed your ghost
passing by

under a silver moon
with fair hair streaming
down your cheeks
and you were glowing white
as if shimmering

and still your voice
was filled with love
and soft almost as the breeze
blowing above my head
through the old chestnut tree

and sadly we had to part
at the start of day
and your goodbye
still lingers with me.

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Memory In The Mist

Looking through the
mist of the past
Hearing the ego of
your voice in my dreams
Seeing your shadow in
our secret places

Your voice caught me
without a warning
Fire of hate burning
Why didn’t I listen
to the voices of
warnin’
The snake at the back
of your voice
That was so perfectly
disguise as an angel
Walking slowly through
the rain of my tears
Memories of us are
running through my
mind,
cuts me open
without a warning

The rose of promise
in your eyes
Trying to catch the
fallen promises
Reaching for a
Disneyland love

Remember the words
you spoke
Your gentle touch
on my skin
The soft glance in
your eyes

If only I could see
the twisted lies
underneath the beauty


You’re the only one
who really knew me
If only I could let
you turn around
and see the leaves-pain
fell

Now, your face is
just a memory in
the mist

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Last Meeting

My father, you were cold and grey
The last time we did meet,
You didn't speak to me at all,
Were covered in a sheet,
Your eyes were open, stared at me
But didn't see a thing,
I felt the love gush from my eyes
Like water, from a spring.

I thought that you were hiding,
That you'd played some trick on me,
That presently you'd jump on out
The way it used to be,
We'd laugh about it then for years
And mother would join in,
But still you lay, ignoring me,
The silence growing thin.

I touched you, and you were so cold,
So icy lying there,
I felt the chill surrounding me,
The chill of your cold stare,
And where the wit I'd grown to love,
The wisdom you had shown?
You answered in your silence then,
'You must go home alone! '

I never thought I'd see the day
When you were not around,
Set in the background of my life,
Your comments, so profound,
I left a part of me behind
With you, once you had gone,
'Last meeting' was not yesterday;
Your Death's now Twenty One!

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