Moon

Can a Kipper...

Can a kipper eat a prune,

As pigs fly to the moon?

And if elephants in the sky,

Were to eat a lattice pie,

 

Would we all be here till June?

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"Moonless Walk"

 

The nightsky seems an empty space
without the goddess on her place

Why do you hesitate to be with me?
Are you still mad at me?

Where are you?
I'm longing to see you..

Are you just hiding up there?
All I want is to admire your beauty down here..

Those stars are not enough to light my way..
How lonely walk to end my boring day..

I just really, really miss your sight..
Will you please be with me tomorow night?

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Summer of Love (song lyrics/acoustic guitar)

Folder: 
Song Lyrics

 

*acoustic guitar*(capo 2nd fret_Em_A_D)
              
 
Your music fills my heart like a symphony
Your kiss intoxicating like wine
   the fire of passion is burning .....baby..
burning bright in your eyes.
 
  Run away with me baby
We could live ocean side
And sleep underneath the moonlight baby
there...
you and i ..
my hippie gypsie baby 
Like the summer of 1969
 
ocean swimming naked at midnight
baby
and afterwards by the fire
 
Listening to all the blue waves crashing
Looking up at the sky
Waking up in the sun bleached sand, baby...
 
Peace and Love in Paradise
Peace and love is Paradise
Youre love is my Paradise
Author's Notes/Comments: 

Other chord progessions are interchangeable.....just improvise.

Tempo is interchangeable....

   Strum pattern would be  d-d-d-u-d.....d-u-u-u-d

Or alternating  with a finger-pick  here and there. 

 

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Lunatic

I am in love with the Moon. 

Some call me a lunatic;

my lunar tick resembles a wolf howl,

a primal hunger well below higher thought. 

I monitor her cycles,

transfixed by her luminescence. 

My eyes form cataracts to

mimic her milky presence;

the way she dances across darkened skies

mesmerizes me every night.

She graced me with her presence

once.  I normally see her

in my dreams, but I got lucky –

for three whole months,

she was absent from her celestial throne. 

The world around us plunged into chaos,

but our sphere of influence

was heavenly.  Bodies colliding,

our breaths shared a rhythm

the tides would envy. 

I lost track of time

gazing deep into her every night;

her full phase charged my beating heart,

its tempo crashing heavier than oceans

upon the surf.

Slowly, the skies began howling

for the High Priestess – the sea

needed a master, and Gaia

missed her mother. 

I could tell she didn’t want

to leave me; I noticed my own desperation

reflected on her pale surface. 

Her ascension was beautiful to behold,

but did little to relieve the weight in my chest.

Maybe our romance couldn’t last forever –

I am still in love with the Moon. 

I will always be a lunatic,

whose howls shake the stars

held within my own verse. 

I quiver like the restless ocean,

awaiting my true love’s return

with my toes dipping into the surf.


Cire Luey Freemind

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not used to line breaks, but I think this one turned out OK.

My Darling Sara

Folder: 
Poetry

 

Long I looked into the night
weeping, wondering, worn and weary
of the search
the darkness pushing, pressing
down upon my soul
holding against me with unseen hands
in hope of having me fall in defeat

and under the moon's drooping sorrow
given to silence the sickness that still
ills my heart if I should hear her
voice no more

Through rotten woods of the rabid unknown
I travled far
fighting the fear that flooded
my veins should my nightmares
come alive in the night
and the howling cry of death's dogs
devour the remnats of my shattered soul

 The amber glow flickering in my hands
offered no relief leaving only
a dim light lingering on in front of
lost feet that may never find
thier true happiness
to be left seeking forever a faint echo

For many a second passed me by
crawling, creeping, carrying her away
into the nevermore
my maddness growing, growing
within wild, and wearing away
at the determination that once was
would I ever find her

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Moon

 The moon is like an Egyptian Queen,

 

Whose postures and gestures are so keen,


 Beautiful like a virgin she is,

 

Whose sight the couples in love barely miss!


 

The moon is sweet and calm with her silvery light,

 

She is like the ornament of the sky during night,

 

She is a gift for the human race,


 Even the flora and fauna lingers to see her face.

 

 

When the moon is about to depart,


 In awful pain does remain each heart.

 

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*Violence To Ones Own*

Folder: 
Ballads

 

 October-7-1997
 Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins

{I}
Waiting for him, sitting in the car
Under the erie moonlight
Imagening what he'll do 
Seing him in the distance, seeing him in the night
His mind shouting "I'm going to get you!"


{II}
He sees himself going after the man
He sees himself dragging him, dragging, dragging
Tying the man up
Everything is so dim
Under the erie moonlight

 

{III}
Torching him almost like he did her
His little baby girl, his little sweet girl
Remembering the scars he left behind
Making sure he'll never see another star

 

{Iv}
Under the erie moonlight
He opens the door
Seeing him more clear in the night 
Wanting to murder him more

 

{V}
Coming around the corner
The daughter spots the father
But she goes into the store to see the owner
He had suddenly spot her

 

{VI}
The daughter yells "Dad"
"SHHH!" the father says
Knowing they been had
Knowing that they are goig to be dead
Finding out the guys name is Thad

 

{VII}
The guy hears the calls
Looks in the fathers gaze
The gun goes off...BANG! the daughter falls
Now the daughter is in a daze

 

{VIII}
The father goes after the guy
Inside he is mad
The father shouts "You're going to die!"
The guy gets away the father is sad

 

{IX}
As the father holds his little girl
He tells her "I'm sorry and I love you."
And then she was gone

 

{X}
Now the father starts to cry
Sitting alone with his daughter
He gazes up at the erie moonlight
So round
So bright

 

Copyright

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I AM THE AUTHOR OF STUPID POEMS THAT HAVE NO REAL MEANING

I AM THE STEPPER OF STAIRS THAT CLIMB TO THE HEAVENS

TO FIND THAT HEAVEN IS NOT THERE

I AM NOT THE VICTIM BUT THE ONE WHO SEES ALL

WHO KNOWS HIS OWN DEMISE

I AM THE MAN WHO HAS WATCHED HIS LOVES GO TO OTHERS

HAS STARED AT TROPHIES WITH JEALOUS EYES

THE WAY THEY SHINED AND WERE HELD ABOVE ME

THE CHAMPIONS THAT HELD THEM GLEAMING

LIKE THE IRON SPADES SEWN ON LEATHER JACKETS

THAT THE PERSIANS WORE TO WAR

INHERENTLY SMALLER THAN ANYONE

INHERENTLY MORE TORTURED

IM THE ONE WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT NOTHING

I AM THE ONE WHO KNOWS MY OWN FATE

WANTS TO STOP IT

I KNOW IT'S HARD TO UNDERSTAND

I KNOW THAT MISSING SOMEONE IS DIFFICULT

BUT THE WORLD WILL ALWAYS SPIN AS LONG AS THERE IS THE BEAUTY WITHIN YOUR HEART INHABITING IT

I AM JUST THE AUTHOR OF STUPID POEMS WITH NO REAL MEANING

MISSING ME IS LIKE MISSING AN OLD JUNKY CAR

DONT BE TOO SENTINMENTAL

YOU CAN FIND COMFORT IN MY VERSES

DONT LOOK AT OLD PHOTOGRAPHS

LOOK AT THE SUN AND KNOW IT SHINES FOR YOU

I'LL BE BEHIND THE MOON SHINING FOR YOU TOO

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Honestly just wrote this now. it's about friends that see the good in you (even if it's completely manufacture) and sort of weirdly biographical. idk im bad at this but if you enjoy this than hey awesome let me know!

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Curses Too Kritic/ Invocations From The Soul- Part Two

Psalms sung with faith;
curses from the Father, the
Son, and the Holy Ghost;
rejoicing under the influence...

Nestled, numbed atop
heavenly clouds; two crazy
diamonds in the sky without
shine; rough edges can be
smooth again if both believe
they will shine again as one...

 

Clarifying the darkness both
entertain in the name of the
wicked that pace back and
forth outside the window of
time and space created by a
simple wish...

 

Invocations to God's shadow;
puppets to an addiction,
masters of enjoyed silence
listening to the symphony of
destruction...

 

I the Lizard Prince and my
Black Sheep traveling in the
dark under the sunlight too
steal our dreams back from
the sandman we both entered
in the years of our youth and
ignorant ways...

 

No King too hail; howling
under the moonlight, a lustful
night with love making in
between the stars, invoking
peace and harmony, with
conversations from the heart
bringing positive vibes and
synergy...

 

Alas, together we stand on
this mountain top, with hills
and more mountains too the
horizon; life does not come
without challenges, and
challenges do not arise
without taking the risk to fall
in love again...

 

Soulkriti©®2014

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Curses and Invocations....

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