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posted by juicyjossy9
Hide in your shell, because the world is out to bleed Ты for a ride
What will Ты gain making your life a little longer?
Heaven или hell, was the journey cold that gave your eyes of steel?
Shelter behind, painting your mind and playing joker

Too frightening to listen to a stranger, too beautiful to put your pride in danger
You’re waiting for someone to understand you

But you’ve got demons in your closet and you’re screaming out to stop it
Saying life’s begun to cheat you, Друзья are out to beat you, grab on to what Ты scramble for

Don’t let the tears linger on inside now, cause it’s sure time Ты gained control
If I can help you, if I can help you, If I can help you, just let me know

Well, let me Показать Ты the nearest signpost, to get your сердце back on the road
If I can help you, if I can help you, if I can help you, just let me know

All through the night as Ты lie awake and hold yourself so tight
What do Ты need, a second-hand-movie-star to tend you?

I, as a boy, I believed the saying the cure for pain was love
How would it be if Ты could see the world through my eyes?

Too frightening - the fires are getting colder,
Too beautiful - to think you’re getting older

You’re looking for someone to give an answer
But what Ты see is just illusion, you’re surrounded by confusion
Saying life has begun to cheat you, Друзья are out to beat you

Grab on to what Ты can scramble for, don’t let the tears linger on inside now
Cause it’s sure time Ты gained control!

If I can help you, if I can help you, if I can help you, just let me know
Well, let me Показать Ты the nearest signpost, to get your сердце back on the road
If I can help you, if I can help you, if I can help you, just let me know

Cause Ты know I wanna know you! I wanna know you! Well let me know you!
Please let me know you, please let me know you
I wanna feel you, I wanna touch you, please let me near you
Can Ты hear what I’m saying?
Well I’m hoping, I’m dreaming, I’m praying,
I know what you’re thinking, see what you’re seeing, never ever let yourself go

Hold yourself down, hold yourself down, why do Ты hold yourself down ?
Why don’t Ты listen, Ты can trust me,
There’s a place I know the way to a place
There is need to feel you, feel that you’re alone
Can Ты hear me, I know exactly what you’re feeling
Cause all your troubles are within you
So begin to see that I’m just bleeding too

Любовь me, Любовь you, loving is the way to help me, help you
Why must we be so cool, oh so cool?
Oh, we’re such damn fools...

(Supertramp / Crime of the Century)
posted by juicyjossy9
a poem written
and sung by
Annie Lennox (2007)


fingernail moon
up in the sky
come out and see me
see me sometimes
'cause i'm here alone
stuck in the blue
no distance between us
between me and you
i've got nothing to hide
i've got nothing to lose
you'll be by my side
c'mon tell me the truth

elegant moon
you cut like a knife
it does me no favours
to stay out of my sight
suspended like glass
all ancient and new
all of Космос lies between us
between me and you
there's no need to be shy
there's no need to be scared
i need Ты tonight
come on out if Ты dare

i'm just a girl with my feet on the ground
i'm just a girl with my...
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The Grave сказал(-а) to the Rose,
"What of the dews of dawn,
Love's flower, what end is theirs ?"
"And what of spirits flown,
The souls whereon doth close
The tomb's mouth unawares ?"
The Rose сказал(-а) to the Grave.

The Rose said, "In the shade
From the dawn's tears is made
A perfume faint and strange,
Amber and honey sweet."
"And all the spirits fleet
Do suffer a sky-change,
еще strangely than the dew,
To God's own Ангелы new,"
The Grave сказал(-а) to the Rose.

*****************************************************

LA TOMBE DIT A LA ROSE

La tombe dit à la rose :
"Des pleurs dont l'aube t'arrose
Que fais-tu, fleur des amours ?"
La rose dit à la tombe :
"Que fais-tu de ce qui tombe
Dans ton gouffre ouvert toujours ?"

La rose dit : "Tombeau sombre,
De ces pleurs je fais dans l'ombre
Un parfum d'ambre et de miel."
La tombe dit : " Fleur plaintive,
De chaque âme qui m'arrive
Je fais un ange du ciel !"
posted by Lovetreehill
Be quiet and еще discreet, O my Grief.
You cried out for the Evening; even now it falls:
A gloomy atmosphere envelops the city,
Bringing peace to some, anxiety to others.

While the vulgar herd of mortals, under the scourge
Of Pleasure, that merciless torturer,
Goes to gather remorse in the servile festival,
My Grief, give me your hand; come this way

Far from them. See the dead years in старомодный gowns
Lean over the balconies of heaven;
Smiling Regret rise from the depths of the waters;

The dying Sun fall asleep beneath an arch, and
Listen, darling, to the soft footfalls of the Night
That traits off...
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By Nicole Levy
Chronicle

The lyrical stylings of nationally acclaimed poet Kevin Brian Wright of Glendale have romanced even British Queen Elizabeth II herself. The poem Wright composed for the Queen in 2008, entitled “O’ Blessed Nightingale,” is today displayed as a personal keepsake of her majesty in Balmoral Castle. Чтение the lyric, I imagined that Elizabeth had cast her regal person as that blessed nightingale for whom “the thunder…trembles, / When she beat her majestic wings in flight / Composing that choral symphony that softly serenades / The tranquil night, with that melodious...
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Votive Offering in the Spanish Style

I want to build for you, Madonna, my mistress,
An underground altar in the depths of my grief
And carve out in the darkest corner of my heart,
Far from worldly desires and mocking looks,
A niche, all enameled with azure and with gold,
Where Ты shall stand, amazed Statue,
With my polished Verses as a trellis of pure metal
Studded cunningly with rhymes of crystal,
I shall make for your head an immense Crown,
And from my Jealousy, O mortal Madonna,
I shall know how to cut a плащ in a fashion,
Barbaric, heavy, and stiff, lined with suspicion,
Which, like a sentry-box,...
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posted by Lovetreehill
They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the Животные of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us Любовь each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are Ты not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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Source: i wrote it.....
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Source: I wrote this....Hope Ты like it!
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posted by Lovetreehill
One time, once only, sweet, amiable woman,
On my arm your smooth arm
Rested (on the tenebrous background of my soul
That memory is not faded);

It was late; like a newly struck medal
The full moon spread its rays,
And the solemnity of the night streamed
Like a river over sleeping Paris.

And along the houses, under the porte-cocheres,
Cats passed by furtively,
With ears pricked up, или else, like beloved shades,
Slowly escorted us.

Suddenly, in the midst of that frank intimacy
Born in the pale moonlight,
From you, sonorous, rich instrument which vibrates
Only with radiant gaiety,

From you, clear and joyful as...
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posted by Lovetreehill
LENORE

Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever!
Let the колокол, колокольчик, белл toll ! a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river,
And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear ? Weep now или nevermore!
See! on yon drear and rigid одр, пирс, bier low lies thy love, Lenore !
Come ! let the burial rite be read- the funeral song be sung !
An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.

"Wretches ! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride,
And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her- that she died!
How shall the ritual, then, be read ? The...
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posted by Lovetreehill
I would, to Составить my eclogues chastely,
Lie down close to the sky like an astrologer,
And, near the church towers, listen while I dream
To their solemn anthems borne to me by the wind.
My chin cupped in both hands, high up in my garret
I shall see the workshops where they chatter and sing,
The chimneys, the belfries, those masts of the city,
And the skies that make one dream of eternity.

It is sweet, through the mist, to see the stars
Appear in the heavens, the lamps in the windows,
The streams of smoke rise in the firmament
And the moon spread out her pale enchantment.
I shall see the springtimes, the...
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