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Hans Zimmer
Album
The Last Samurai
Track
Small measure of peace

say-i-vior l-o-v-e

what is it?
all men seek it
time bows in awe of it

lovers are drawn into it
madmen even fail to kill it
regimes have yet to conquer it
alas the moon itself speaks of it

fathers bear sons and mirror it
families are binded due to their debt to it
sisters drown brothers in it
do you see it?
can you speak it?

poets still write of it
over and again we long to hear it
heaven overflows with it
give in because now you wish me to speak it

over and again we flock to it
empires fall who dominate by orphaning it
this world would be a barron womb if not for it
all watch but few intimately know it
never smelling
staying odorless

men climb mountains thinking they will find it
searching countless shores wooing it
pirates leave their treasure seeing it
and again and again we encounter it
say I it or do thee know it
how much differently a name can one give a rose
when the difference is to hold it

it even escaped Shakespeare
what a great poet

what do I speak of
love
love
love
love

so perfect it came from above
men seek it
in one another
then goes the one they love

too perfect for here I say
love
love
and again I say
love

Currently Playing
Hans Zimmer
Album
The Last Samurai
Track
Small measure of peace

bold minute

look here.
I'll pause.
transmit this to thee.
here is the smallness given.
all given to me.

a second.
the present.
the tiniest measure in time.
against my entirety.
the greatness within.
attempts to whisper me.
if this be love's choice description
then what can I make of me?


Authors note What do we have to boast about? (romans 4) We cannot even grasp God's love in this small thing we call time. In all of our so called intellect and knowledge what are we next to him? How absurd a thing for the creation be in any other position than submition and gratitude.

choices of voices

I am the voice you turn to in the night
I am your savior
I am your christ

I am the love you either
hope with or misappropriate

I am your savior
I am your christ

to name me is certain
you have already done
I've either given you courage
or enmity

I am your savior
I am your christ

you might loosen your noose
then again maybe you've hung

with me you lose
or perhaps you've won

I'm who you turn to
either the left or to the right
up or down

true purpose
or perhaps a log in man's chimney pipe

I am your savior
I am your christ

you see I am what you make of the moment
I'm the light or the darkness
at the tunnels end you see

I'm the ultimate goal of a life's earnings
when all is said and done
the spreadsheet will either read

all for himself
or all for me

so dark it turns

man feels so alone
because he never truthfully reaches out
and in turn
the world grows dark

so dark

so dark

so dark
it turns

Authors Note: Matthew 28:20
"..."lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen.."

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Matisyahu
Album
Live at Stubb's
Track
Close my eyes

why im real


why I'm real?
ill tell you why
hand
foot
gut
spleen
a sigh

I breathe I touch
angered
then its you with a knife I might cut

but more likely an unkind word then touch

I hurt I feel
I reason that this you will feel
with intellect I surmise
with lust eyes fixed on a prize

I touch what I cannot see
even if that is black inside me

you see this is what makes me human
although I try and try
again and again

on the floor
kick spit growl and fuss
still I am what I am
no more
just the right amount of fire and cuss

all wrong impulses
nothing of fluff and care
oh is there someone
something
an aversion that dare?

to step within this sticky darkness
to take me out the rut
if this problem persists Ill admit
forever sure doth look like more than a black stump

but avast there is one
that did take me out
gave me hope a clean ship
a course sails and a merry stout

for him I'll attribute all fortune and fame
a pirate following his course
never to darkness do I now owe time

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Gary Jules
Album
Mad World
Track
Mad World

walking slightly alone

thank you lord
I thank you

I thank because there is no one beside me

no wife sister mother or earthly father to guide me
none but you beside me

all have failed all have left me sickly
parting with sureness they fail me

so in my solitude I thank you
leaving all behind I thank you

giving me love to go beyond hurt I thank you
leading me with love to go beyond
thank you

letting go of pain I run on home
toward a light I've not known

with each slight moment I leave here
with every right decision I resist here
every moment
not here

Waltz through the apocolypse


and the world did end
but we still dressed up that night
the people did war
but we waltz in our favorite hall
afterwards the bombs did confess a sweet still light
admitdly we were in awe
at the serenity of it all
how could it be
walking so lightly
admist the war the world did fight

so yes we did
dance and move alongside fright
civil we remained
despite
despite

though you might not believe
and though we will insist few might
the world did not end that day
the apocolypse did not come
earth had no real disaster in sight

and why
why you ask
do bomb shelters and rubble erase our midnight?
no we respond
the end isnt nigh
because we danced
we danced on with and through moonlight
caressing the union
in our hearts
despite

Author's note: a poem about hell, the end of the world, and heaven

heart string

this heart is yours
please water it

grope it
poke it
exasperate
it

confuse it
relate to it
play music with it
plug your ipod nano into it

but use it
its yours
so please
please water it

dont ignore it
when it speaks
answer it

Ill pay the bill
long distance charges are fine
this heart has an ok credit check
just dont leave home without thinking about me

finally

I say to you

again

water it
and think of me

Currently Playing
Bjork
Album
Post
Track
You've been flirting again

banana was me

if I were honest id be a ripe banana
theres no more time here in the sun
no way nor room for here and me to be

my decision is one of an informed fruit
knowing exactly why I'm here
who will eat me
even the time I'll fall from the tree

like I said I'm a ripe banana
ready to make love to nature in harmony

I'm smarter than my creator
no patience is what I need

I know it all and have seen it before
nothing can surprise a fruit
with teeth


Author's Note:

Psalm 8

1 O LORD, our Lord,
How excellent is Your name in all the earth,
Who have set Your glory above the heavens!

2 Out of the mouth of babes and nursing infants
You have ordained strength,
Because of Your enemies,
That You may silence the enemy and the avenger.

3 When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
4 What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
5 For You have made him a little lower than the angels,[b]
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.

6 You have made him to have dominion over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet,
7 All sheep and oxen—
Even the beasts of the field,
8 The birds of the air,
And the fish of the sea
That pass through the paths of the seas.

9 O LORD, our Lord,
How excellent is Your name in all the earth!

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Jason Upton
Album
Dying Star
Track
Burning in the sky

writ

now late
in this hour
I wonder this
well two but the latter
I might almost let miss

will people wisen up
and realize the true nature of why I post this
why poetry is dagger
slowly ripping up
the perpertrator of said writ
each pen stroke giving clue
to what makes the creator tick

my second thought hopefully giving new life
to those who do not fear poetry
who give no strong arm
to the power of a written wit

my pondering seemingly takes me to a place
where darkness becomes light
after being affected by life's kick
seeing hope after the wind all but left my lips
speaking life after being sure thats it

to care
after the quiet dim light
was most surely about to quit

not from me
does this warm candle stay lit


Author's note: Creator in the poem is a double Reference. One meaning refering to the writer and the second God. The God reference is secondary but it refers to how writing can bring one closer to God. In essence if writing is worship (meaning you do it for God) then you find God when writing.

Currently Playing
Beloved
Album
Failure On
Track
Death To Traitors

true love on thought

One wonders
do you know?
what makes a kiss meaningless
the element of its meaninglessness
when all your hopes are not recieved
left alone
loves romance not a conquest

I wonder
have you pondered
what makes true loves kiss not true bliss
feeling coldness after tasting spring on your lips

idle minds flow with dirt along steady streams
but i warn you with this
even though no man can avoid suffering

for a cold day in hell is in store for any man
who's kiss is later turned
to one man holding his warmth alone
wandering

Currently Reading
Heroes, Gods and Monsters of the Greek Myths
Author
Bernard Evslin





the eleventh hour

and as that hour
boots laced
came and stormed
humanity spoke its same old song

"we search and look but do not see
we know what we want so to each his own mind.
just let us be."

but closer this hour did march
ignored it was
the cries above
telling all to one song march

mercy the few said
these people are too far off

but like chicken little love did plead
and to no avail
the 12th hour came
self
lost
nothing indeed

Author's note: a poem about the end of the world. The eleventh hour is a scientific term. It refers to the last moment before change is possible. In case you are wondering they all pretty much say that's where earth is unless we change the way we live on planet earth as we know it.

wip.warnerbros.com/11thhour

as this iron wall falls on me
breaking every moving thing you see
turning all to blood and grey
the wiltering world did fade away

turnt to the past of death
now embracing the requiem mass sung by graceful silhouettes

spread across the ominous caskets all aloud
all screaming
all shouting
this day you meet God

deeper I go into calamity
meaning all the while
this death be my only certainty

for the world itself has chewed me out
I have nothing left
no mind with which to spout

ideas ego pride
nor vanity
there is nothing left
no more
nothing


yet now
I see

the world will not end... you'll see

it's not a shame
for I am alive
and free
and breathing

nothing is dying
because

im here
thinking
creating
laughing
crying


Im not me
him
gave me no boundary

so then
I laugh
stay calm
rise
and ignore the nuclear bomb

the world will and might end
but I'll still grill some fries
with a side order of cheese
coke
smiles

Author's Note: stay inspired, because there IS a reason to. a poem for fans of John 14:19

Currently Playing
Gorilla Biscuits
Album
Gorilla Biscuits
Track
Finish What You Started

anger management

I want
I were
I wish

Id rather be poor and loved and understood
loved by the one I understood

than be rich and wanted and misunderstood
having nothing
wanting everything



dear lord
on my knees
praying
stop this torture please
fists clenched
hear me please
brow tightening
so tight I cant see

but Ill leave one ear open
so I can hear thee
begging
believing you'll have mercy
realizing
this is something not promised to me
I know
death is what i should recieve in leu of free

but still I ask
send me the lover
understanding me


Author's note: I'm tired of being a pissed off. I just want to be unerstood. anyone ever fee like that?

Currently Playing
Coldplay
Album
A Rush Of Blood to the Head
Track
Clocks

love's first sight

and as I looked
deeply as it were
in her light eyes
I knew
what at once I did not firstly see

the first site
was love
upon reflection
this conclusion came to me

Currently Playing
Howard Shore
Album
Lord of t he Rings: The Two Towers
Track
Evenstar

battlehon

how will you overcome the darkness and embrace it
to be with it is to deny the wondrous light

how will you stroke then curse it
for it knows no friend only enemy

a pity it is
your swinging heart wont win
for evil knows no boundary
and shows no man's land any quarter

the things i have seen
all from men who give in

even me and my poor choices
cost me an eye and a leg
which left my walk unsteady

so listen to words that I say
my child please take another path
today
away

for hate will take all you love
spreading dark on all those places you once knew plenty


Author's Note: Gandalf: "there was never much hope. Just a fool's hope."

photo by me


in you


ill write this now
because ive no one to write it to
to all who went aloof
bringing a distorted thought through

to you my unknown dopamine
my love so sweet
with heart serene
eyes like golden tears
made for me
did i mention my body is mostly rain

lovely hips like dunes
my favorite desert scene

breasts like dew
after the morning is done
giving moisture to I that lay on the plain

lovely is your insight
integrity your presight

caught this beggar
one who wishes to be a man
not after the worlds heart
flexing my muscles
shaving my mustache
tattoos glistening
your manly man

together we ride into the night
heaven it seems
delights in a love like us

back and forth we ride into the night
labeling each star we hit that night
giving seed to the earth that night
proportioning matter into that night

you're lovely and it seems to me
I will love you for the rest of my life
but not for me
for him we write this unstorybook like delight

peddling a tandom through certain heights
this is whats missing
defining what we all know we want to
because we understand
we just might

Authors note: this is a love poem to all the lovers