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.: Children of Darfur

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Photo © 2008. By the side of the road,. The living children hide. And dream they hear. From the empty place inside. They cry, Oh, tell me. Is it you I'm waiting for? And, our silent eyes. The children of Darfur. The hut built by their father's hand,. It smells of cinder now. And the trucks that bring the angry men,. They are rumbling just below. They cry, Oh, Tell me,. Is it you I'm waiting for? And our silent mouths are silvering. The children of Darfur. Posted by Pont des Arts Ensemble. Le Pont des Arts.

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.: Circle

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And when our cheeks were red as poppies. We blessed the night. You wed me in the ocean. And I wore midnight. We knew the sky. Each leaf did fall. I have been awake since early light to walk. And smell the dampness drying from the stones. Jon's got the coffee hot. My hair is drippin. I'm so grateful for his chatter. Today you're going on the road. Here was the bright field of our gathering,. And the shrill of the silence is the sound of our chorus,. Prayers we repeat in the gethsemane of our hearts.

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.: Pink

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If my certainty is causing you to doubt,. I can take it off for you. If my purpose separates me. From your thought,. I can take it off for you. I can take it off for you. And stand beneath the rising. All pink and new,. And melt into the water surrounding you. Have covered you in veils. I will take them off for you. When regrets make your voice a little frail,. I will take them off for you. I will take them off for you. And gaze upon the children. Posted by Pont des Arts Ensemble. Song lyrics and poetry.

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.: Each Body Beautiful

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It is sky in your eyes I see. It is life in your lungs, breathe freely. You are the one. You are the one. I should have known I would outgrow. A fascination with empty. Always ready to be unloosed from satin and the white bodice of clouds. Each body beautiful, its river, its sinuous logic, its deliberate destination. Awake, asleep, awake, asleep, awake, asleep. Moving in three directions,. Towards the sun, away from exhausted deities, away from death. There I am before death and here after:.

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.: En hiver

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De ta voix au vaisseau. 169; 2008 Carrie Ingrisano and Richard Fammerée/Nomadica Musica and Poetry, ASCAP. Posted by Pont des Arts Ensemble. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Song lyrics and poetry. Notre Dame (Blue and Green). Left Eye of the Moon. Scar (Just Another Scar on the Body). Songs, poetry and lyrics. Meg Thomas, Victor Sanders and Meg Lauterbach. Poems and songs by Richard Fammeree. Victor Sanders, Carrie Ingrisano, Richard Fammerée and Meg Lauterbach. Victor Sanders and Jeanette Aylward.

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.: Notre Dame (Blue & Green)

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Notre Dame (Blue and Green). Blue and green, somewhre in between. That's all I really know where life flows. Green and blue, someone like you. Love always knows where life flows. Our Mother who art in everyone,. Everything is thy name. Thy garden serene, thy waters green. The earth as they blue the heavens. Thank you for our daily bread and the blessing. That no one can be satisfied until everyone is fed. Forgive our ignorance as we forgive. Those who ignore you in each of us. To seed you,.

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.: One Life

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If we were one God, we would feed each other. Everything; and everything would eat us,. And we would never die. My tongues would serpent in your temple. Where water becomes blood;. And the pink imprint of our lips would be. A talisman above the bed. We would not need. To protect our skin from light; we would not need. To protect our skin from skin;. And nothing red would be unclean. At the mouth of the Tigris. Long before there was one father in the sky. All that dreams and greens and breathes its life.

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.: Khóra Sfakia

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I walk among the whores of Sfakia, the once beautiful. Sons and daughters hoarding fragments, lording and ladying. And burning from the altars of their lips all instinct. For them the paths of scree to the promontory. Decay at the turning of the sky. They hobble to the one tree. Where an attendant is also a boatman and negotiate. I am pressed to vertical. Earth, hatless, mapless and without sunglasses. Golden bellied birds flash in a swift geometry upon lapis. Lazuli, and I tremble with the thrill. The s...

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.: Evora

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In Evora there is a church. And the church was once a mosque. And the mosque was once a church. And the church was once a temple. In the time of the Romans. Behind the altar there is a false tomb. And beneath a Christian name. There are thousands of years of roots writhing through stone. And water echoes up vertebrae. Which must have been steps. And its light is the juice of emeralds. Now, consider the well that is my throat. And the pool that is my chest. Is water safe in the stomach? Will be green again.