Poetry

BEYOND THE ASTRAL PLANE

I'm somewhere flying high

Heavenly flight wondrous night,

Leaving my body load

Beyond and before sailing on by.

On silent wings I ventured above

The inner spell became a magic rainbow,

Moment by moment light and me are one

Move over and die eternal and lost idol.

Today began the history of the future

Bright and shiny stars hold the key,

They also move beyond all planes of Creation

They're marching in space as one.

Sons of the long forgotten Creator

Sacred lives born out of moon dust,

I saw their inner manifestations

Childlike souls living without dreaming...

So come near me and feel me

Closer,so carrying and gentle

The pathway is now wide open

After all I'm ready now to be loved...

Dark House

Dark house, by which once more I stand

Here in the long unlovely street.

Doors, where my heart was used to beat

So quickly, waiting for a hand.

A hand that can be clasped no more

Falling Stars

-by Rainer Maria Rilke

Do you remember still the falling stars

that like swift horses through the heavens raced

and suddenly leaped across the hurdles

of our wishes--do you recall? And we

did make so many! For there were countless numbers

of stars: each time we looked above we were

astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,

while in our hearts we felt safe and secure

watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,

knowing somehow we had survived their fall.

POEMS ARE FOR NO ONE,

VERY LONG POEMS ARE FOR THEMSELVES

Guillaume Morissette

PART ONE

the awkward and irrational logic behind

missing someone would be hard to

explain to a small child except maybe if

the small child knows that feeling sad

is okay and you tell the small child that

missing someone is an illness of the brain.

my bed is a mess, it misses you. it

Gentle Lady, Do Not Sing

Gentle lady, do not sing

Sad songs about the end of love;

Lay aside sadness and sing

How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep

Of lovers that are dead, and how

In the grave all love shall sleep:

Love is aweary now.

The Rose - Anonim

Some say love

It is a river that drowns the tender reed

Some say love

It is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed

Some say love

It is a hunger, an endless aching need

I say love, it is a flower

and you its only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking

That never learns to dance

It's the dream, afraid of waking

That never takes a chance

It's the one who won't be taken

Who cannot seem to give

And the soul, afraid of dying

that never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely

And the road has been too long

And you think that love is only for

The lucky and the strong

Just remember

in the winter far beneath the bitter snows

Lies the seed that with the sun's love

In the spring becomes the rose

Magicwhitewolf a scris:

The Rose - Anonim

Not quite, penibil i might add.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JZ2jNGRXIIw

The Boy from his bedroom-window

Look'd over the little town,

And away to the bleak black upland

Under a clouded moon.

The moon came forth from her cavern,

He saw the sudden gleam

Of a tarn in the swarthy moorland;

Or perhaps the whole was a dream.

For I never could find that water

In all my walks and rides:

Far-off, in the Land of Memory,

That midnight pool abides.

Many fine things had I glimpse of,

And said, "I shall.find them one day."

Whether within or without me

They were, I cannot say.

Whoever has no house now will never have one.

Whoever is alone will stay alone

Will sit, read, write long letters through the evening

And wander on the boulevards, up and down...

Please don