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Matisyahu
Album
No place to be
Track
Message in a bottle

embrocation


could it be
what I needed was some simple

embrocation

this hurt settled in me for so long

suffocation

worked it's way through me

infestation

but with sweet serendipity you helped me

liberation


Author's Note: :)

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

bucolic


I watched the birds fly in the sun
and the light hit the trees

in the morning

I watched the birds in the sun
and the light hit the trees

simply put

this morning went up
and my mind raced towards you
thank you for simply loving me
my life an equality
a bucolic man I be
decidedly following you


Authors Note
bucolic \byoo-KOL-ik\, adjective:
1. Relating to or typical of the countryside or its people; rustic.
2. Of or pertaining to the life and occupation of a shepherd; pastoral.

noun:
1. A pastoral poem, depicting rural affairs, and the life, manners, and occupation of shepherds.
2. A country person.

yesterday?

if one thinks about it
a realization comes that
you truly cannot live in yesterday
all your past sins are twenty four away

wallowing with solitude
no time machine to bring back the foray
freedom it seems
had its period in which it would stay
but unless you see
what stands in your way
looking down at what once was
above
what is
simply put
today

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Coldplay
Album
A Rush Of Blood to the Head
Track
Clocks

you were beautiful


the problem with sin
err
wrongheadedness and the like
is we get exactly what we want
to that I say this
to that I say goodbye
so long my love
my latter my beautiful mistake
my gorgeous desire with eyes of fire

I'll simply walk away this time
not turning back the clock of time
I'm just walking on the opposing lane
releasing all the misology that weighed me down
releasing all the lovely that weighed me down
no longer a being
weighed down

today I say goodbye to you
goodbye to you my hunchbacked liar
farewell to thee my beautiful desire

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Nirvana
Album
Nevermind
Track
Something In The Way


nis

because of this
there will always be
something I won't see
a bit that I can't touch
a serene I'll try but will not smell

a path I'll walk
but wont feel
a sense I'll know
but cannot perceive
the might by which I try
but can't kill

we see through the world partially
vacantly
and with poor clarity
but knowing you reminds us all
of a flighty memory


Author's Note: Nirvana said it best - there is "something in the way"

adora

what a swift and sure
donation to madness this be
to guard one's inner being
kept pure
in adoration of thee

little flame

little flame little flame
discussed into a darkened room
destined to be a roaring lion
but taunted by the cold
and emptied by deceit

little flame destined for greatness
yet tasting agony
and dealing now with a heart grown weak


little flame in a darkened room called enemy
four walls sounding the trumpets
claiming victory
claiming defeat

little flame in a last effort
catches a blazing fire
burning everything headstrong
ending the opaque nightfall
and winning with heat

overcoming what once looked ugly
that thing which made all bleak

little flame did hope for
little flame ran with heat
little flame believed in a fire greater
a warmth along which and partnered with
now strong enough to oppose those who gave him beat

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the Benjamin Gate
Album
Untitled
Track
Hands


a poem for the saints


on my bed I lied
then a thought came to me
one I'd like to give a saint and sinner
both of whom which are beloved to me

it was in that moment I felt sadness
this sharp knife sedated me
took me to a place of consequence
sadness it seemed overtook me


then I had a still moment
yes like I said a thought came to me

beloved I was thinkin'
that perhaps it wasn't as we all see
decidedly undecided
the revelation did then shook me

the fact is the reality isn't depression
or a faulty fight which leads to the unstirdy nature of we
maybe it is sin's progression
taking hold of all we want to see

maybe it wasn't at all my sadness
but the chains of the first fallen tree
making me thirst for an earth not yet complicated
any eye seen
nor ear hear
not anything since that came in to be

maybe we are feeling the earth itself in conflict
till shiloh right will be wrong
till shiloh
the right transformed free

Author's Note: Isaiah 64:6 (Contemporary English Version)
Contemporary English Version (CEV)

6We are unfit to worship you;

each of our good deeds

is merely a filthy rag.

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Album
One Guitar
Track
Butterflies



the atheist artist


and so
the atheist artist said to me
have your eyes seen what I almost did see
the beauty of the earth nearly touching me
the heart of the matter painted so free
my abstract oils breathing filtered air in me
what a sunset it was
arms folded looking at the sea

I painted it
so don't laugh
I'll finish it just as something makes my vision free

did you see it
a painted child nearly being loved unconditionally
the beauty of the moon partially unfettered and free
an unrestrained love depicted instantly
a waterfall giving more than an ocean's view for many to see
the world could quite possibly take on a greater picture to me

but alas
the greater has no true meaning to me
I'm an atheist painter
no sharp edged corner shall shape the soul
or take whats conceived free

the world completely my own definition
everything that is
my existence
completely created by me

virga

dedicated and nearly free

virga

so close then it overwhelmed me

virga

endebted who will set me free

virga

this body this mind imprisons me

imprisoned virga virga

when all in this world has found me out
with sin and death all about
what righteous thing will liberate thee

the cross
the cross
where libertad will run with we



Author's note: virga is rain or snow that evaporates before it hits the ground

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David Crowder Band
Album
Passion: Sacred Revolution
Track
Stars



night

once again night decided
to take the breath of an other's day
the very air within
to trick and have the victim
choke his purity
put on the throttle
leaving no play

young man the night said
today I take your light
all hope and bright lights fizzy
this hour is your night
no hope or chance of escape into day
this hour is void of redemption
the event where care itself turns a cheek away

the young man ready to give in dared not
look for day
fear all around him
doubt he clung to
darkness grabbed him
he knew dismay

when all of a sudden light arrived him
giving a beam from far away
traveling to his situation
cleaning out the hour
inserting meaning in what the man called dismay
darkness it seemed had its meaning shattered
when light
showed up
and simply called what was
new day


Author's Note: There is not just hope for you. There is hope for me. There is hope for him. There is Hope for we. It doesn't matter what you are going through. You are not alone. There is day. Night can't last. God will never leave you. He will because HE IS. Everything else that haunts you simply isn't next to him.

Deuternomy 31:6 "...he will never leave you nor forsake you."

bio

In the area of queens
the place I choose now to be
a long road started

I shoot
therefore I be

to find a photo's pulsing quandary
the bight of the action and all I see

to express a still epiphany
the lens a blurred image
these hands did make it see

to express something deep within me
for words that can never come to be
this is my camera's thesis

it's indelible mark
my legacy

for to me photography is my lion captor
forever giving until it takes the breath of me
for in it I give my every waking living
for in it you'll find me

to express a greater thing within our pondering
and meaning in a lifeless thing
for this indeed is the mark of artistry
a distilled image for a single moment reflecting everything
that thing in that moment
is mastery


author's note: poem about me and photography

Lord,Savior


it starts with this buzzing
life changing
a moments conversion leaves one senseless
then all at once the contradictions
become obstacles
freedom an introduced term
leaves your life in the fiction pile
all this for a buzzing motion
like brakes gone bad
a constant forward motion
like something gone right
a breaking locomotion

and in what should be a frightening panic
you find salvation

Authors Note: John 3:16,17

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Album
Passion: Sacred Revolution
Track
Stars



meaning of likeness

the man determined
on a voyage he began
to search the world
and discern if art had meaning
and whats more the earth encasing the love he hate

first he did spot a painter
lowly short and stout
the painter doth say
my greatest masterpiece to date
for the person Ive painted
hath no chest nor ears nor face
only eyes to see but not one countenance did I create

failure to perceive
is this nave's fate

curious
the man twisted his head
tried
but his mind he could not taint
a man with no chest
no ears nor face
this is a wicked tragedy
no man should celebrate this fate

so on the man went
scurrying till the day was late
near
far
but more he saw
all given to a similar distaste
a world given to pity
no eyes chest or face
disfigured
frustrated
like a man with no image
all great things erased


Author's Note: you'll have to subscibe to the list. It's to long to post sorry...

justice made right

as he layed still that night
in the woods at the stars he stared
he prayed breathing in wind
eyes glued to the twilight
give me a fortified hammer he prayed
for my stature isn't large enough
to break down those gigantic walls past the bight

Gargantuan are its proportions
and many are the horrors which keep me awake this night
give me a forty foot hammer Lord
that I might strike down that which went against my family's right

give me two hundred horses and chariots made of silver
a fearsome battle ax and gold plated pike
because my stature is too small
to pierce the heart of those who left me
the blow I deliver would give a laugh of smite

the Lord answered
be still my child
don't let your heart query ponder
for I'll be that mighty
the one who wanders
searching the hearts of your enemies
quieting their vengeful action
lacking somber
inciting fright

I'll ride your two hundred horses
carrying three battle axes in which to silence the ones who left you as mini
given you alone
no direction left that's right

but realize
your stature is plenty
just take into thought
left with me your taken life is large and heavy
winning warfare
is giving to me
making your entry see heights

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Album
Passion: Sacred Revolution
Track
O' Praise Him


freedom is I Am

for now I know what freedom is
so on my saviors lap I lay
forgetting the bolts
that let me down
his whispers make me stay

there is safety here
on his mountaintop
beauty seen
the array
in this place has mastered me
making old hurts
go away

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Album
Passion: Sacred Revolution
Track
Holy is the Lord





Residence

then the Lord said to me
abide in me
let me reside in you
be my tabernacle
let me rest in thee
and lay upon my holy mountain
abide in me
abide in me
let my Joy be your holy mountain


Author's Note: Happy valentine's day God. Thank you.

Gloria


some think
before and some not knowing what you are
to them a solid poem
or a lovers kiss right when the sun
bids farewell
then sinks into dawn

a breath of fresh air
atop the tallest mountain top
a sense of autonomy
with more riches then one can stock
all folly and pale next to you
for Ive seen your beauty

not a reflection or pale shadows
you
just you
for a man cannot compare
buy or parade your lovely
barter for a piece of your wisdom
or even pretend to have seen your lot

no wealth compared to your many mansions
and no war with spoils can be fought
your treasure is your beauty and your beauty alone
no weather on record could rot

no eye has seen
ear heard
finger touched
heart felt
lips spoke
mind percieved
sypmphony written
life fathomed
intelect pondered
love touched
what you've stored
for those who've ultimately you adored
a meal for the beloved
a feast with no stop

audience

I talk to an audience
that doesn't listen

faithful poetry reader

this is poem for we to hear
our atmosphere
some lines for the readers ear
you see this is our world
story is sent to the reciever
together we live in commune
disregarding a critics faithful eye
putting a knife to all he deems unneccesary

you see this is our world of dancing fairies
underground slam sessions
our sancuaries
you see down here
we dictate the corporate milk lactate
and all our love does a body good
no one loses in our fair ground

because expression is the currency of the underground
by mere form we indoctrinate a new level of pretty
sounds
stringing together some unity
you see success is not determined by the winner
and slave doesnt mean the owner faster

bigger doesnt determine a master
and poetry by itself
is where faithful hearts find pasture