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| 05 Jun 2009 01:28:41 am |
 If I dared |
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I would be magnificent
If I dared..
I would be that Child
I was again..
if I dared..
I would cry
Every time I hurt
If I dared..
I would sing out loud
In the streets and everywhere,
If I dared..
I would start dancing
Everywhere and anytime
If I dared..
I would live outrageously
If I dared..
I would really be alive
In this life,
If I dared..
I would smile and say hello
To everyone,
If I dared.
I would Love
Being here,
If I dared..
Why can’t I
do what I want?
If I dared?
Who and what
Is stopping me?
It isn’t me
Is it?
salari
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Category : On the promise of life
| Posted By : Stanley |  Comments[177] |  Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 01:27:21 am |
| Whence Cometh Joy? |
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Whence Cometh Joy?
Whence cometh joy?
I asked my Mind..
The answer came silently..
Whispering Softly..
Why, Stanley..you ask secrets
To reveal it's river and it's place..
Oh, No, Dear Stanley
It's not for you to know..
Simply drink it's nectar
When it'sflowers do appear..
And open..for you
To sip a cup..
This truth..it's mystery..
I do not know..
And no longer seek seek its source
(with forgetfullness now and then)
This is plenty..and more...
Than I could wish for!...
S. Alari |
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Category : On the promise of life
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[155] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 01:01:10 am |
| Drink Thy Cup |
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Drink Thy Cup
Oh, he that is master of the ship
That watches the stream of Life
That carries the ship to and fro
On the current of the days moments..
Tis true, we all are at sea
In the weather and tides
Of It’s Mysteries..
No one knows what’s coming
Yet surely we know it does
What to do about it?
Why, nothing but tack
In It’s winds
And rest in it’s wonder
And tumult of it..
I would have the daily courage
To sit at the seashore of myself,
And dive into every wave whether
Killer rouge or lovely lapping Kiss
If I would dare to drink
From the tides of my inner Sea
Well, I cannot tell that tale
Having little commerce
With that purpose...
And, yet, I speak of it
As if speaking..were doing..
And, though mortal
Still I be..
While posturing mighty deeds
That might have been..
For truly, the architect
Of this flesh
And what passes for Will..
Tis not!
I am but a manikin
Following orders and urges
Captained from the interior
Which informs me not
Of it’s plan or Will..
And, so it is with
All others
All Directed Players
By unseen strings]
Pulled To and Fro..
Almost seamless
Yet, in the helplessness
Of it...
The Authors seen..
For what they are...
Mysteries...directing..
Mysteries....
S. Alari |
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Category : On the promise of life
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[169] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 12:57:43 am |
| The Thrall Of Song |
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The Thrall Of Song
(On The Joy of Singing & Creating!)
Singing....Cresting Waves...of Soul...
A Vulnerability..Unfastened..Pouring Forth..
Cascading Notes...Of One’s Own True Voice..
Unrestrained By..Mores..And The Chains Of Safety..
And,
When, In The Thrall...In The Thral..
Of Having Lived..In Voice..I Rest..Still Shaken..
My Core..Still Trembling..
I, Dazed..In Wonder...And Awe..
At The Power...And The Glory Of It!
Some...I...Only Met...
Only Witnessed As It Roars!
Like Creations River!.. Out! And Through Me!
A Shaken Natilus..Evoking Music..
From The Magic Interior Crucible!
Afraid? No!
That Singing God’s Song May Be!
In The Canyons, Deep Of Us..
The One Song, Crafted For Us Alone!
Some Leaden Door.. Imprisons That Gift!
Till, The Time, Like Mustard Seed..
Bursts Like Summer Fruit Upon The Vine
Of Each Soul’s Tree!
Oh, Let It Be Me!
Lure And Lull My Mind To Safety’s Sleep
That I May Hear God’s Song
For Me To Sing!
Each Of Us A Lazurus..
Awaits Life’s Tender Birthing Kiss!
To Rise! To Wake! To Sing! To Write!
In Truth, We Are..Each Other’s Creations Gift!
Oh, Tarry Not!
Throw Thyself Neath Creation’s Wheel!
Thy Gifts Will Carve Thee!
And Know The Name
Creation Has For Thee!
In The Music Of That Calling,
Heard In The Chambers Of Thy Heart
Trembling You..Calling Your Name!
Songs From Home To Remember!
The Child, That You, You Knew
Still Here!..Still Treading Lightly
In Your Heavy Shoes!
Can You Come Out And Play!
That Prayer, Still Remembered!
Who Holds The Key! Before The Shadow
Calls Your Name, And Not To Play!
All Ye, All Ye, In Free!
And, When The Muse Has Used Thee
To It’s Purpose..
Behold...In The Mountains Of Thy Ashes..
Old Safety’s Self...
And Behold, In The Fire Of It
Becomed!...A Light Upon The Mountain!
The Truth Of It, Witnessed,
Proofed..In Glowing Astonished Faces!
And By The Unspeakable
Honey In Thy Blood!
And In That Flight..
See Thy Safety Lights Below...
Safety, Shutters...Chains thy Name!
Prudence..A Silence To Keep
Thy Name From Thee!
So, Drop Thy Chains
To Earth At Last!
In The Burning..
That Is Trust..
Thy Thrall...Thy Song...Thy Name!!
S. Alari
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Category : On the promise of life
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[155] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 25 May 2009 04:36:01 am |
| Black Night, Star Bright |
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Black Night, Star Bright
Black Night, Star Bright
Oh, I wish, Oh, I Might
Be That Black I see Tonight!
S.Alari |
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Category : On the promise of life
| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[144] | Trackbacks [0] |
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