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Hello and welcome to the lyric song poetry page. Here is where I share our songs, poems, writings, essays, and free thought. This is a place of relaxation not only for me, but hopefully for you too and I appreciate you taking the time to read these rantings.
So grab your favorite beverage, kick back with the website, and spend some time. If you have anything you'd like to share with majical, please email us at
The Groove Forum is no longer active. I will be setting up a new forum which will be better than ever. Be on the lookout. Meanwhile, you can always post comments to my Majical Blog. Lots of rantings going on there so be prepared.
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"Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe." John Lennon
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Virada Blue Sky Room resides a flower. A flower delicate, colorful, sweet. Perfume entrancing. Planted in soil enriched with culture. Where west meets east A flower strong exulting faith, intertwining life, embracing love. Growth from nurturing, life giving moisture. Strength in its past, towards its future. There resides my flower. In the Blue Sky Room. At Sengthong's. |
Virada Flower.
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Photograph by Alejandra Platt.
 Alejandra Platt is an award-winning photographer. She spent seven years traveling extensively throughout her native Mexico, creating a photographic survey of its indigenous peoples. A book of this work, En el nombre de Dios: Fotografías de los pueblos indígenas de México, was published by High Tech Editores, Mexico City. For more resources on Ms. Platt's work visit The Center for Mexican American Studies. Thank you Mark Rossi for your quick reply. For more on Mark Rossi, click here and here. I will be posting poems, photographs and essays of indigenous peoples, especially of Latino America, from various artists, poets and writers, as well as my own writings. More information and resources will be posted in my Latino weblog, El Nicoya which is also the name of my upcoming latino information and resource website, El Nicoya. Look for all things Latino there. |
Celebración de Niño’s de las aldeas dispersadas. Las montañas cerca, Cantamos nuestra canción tradicional, pasando, pasando. Con las guitarras, eterna musica de nuestra gente. De prehistoria, a poste-trauma'tico, y cambios poste-modernos, nunca seamos silenciosa, adaptándose. Nuestra historia guardadó siempre. Pertenecemos, pertenecemos. Con las guitarras y las canciones, nuestra vidas, vivo. |
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Imaginings being gone so long, you forgot who you were when you left? You don't want to think about where you've been so you start all over again. Imagine a trip taken long ago and the only way back was to leave. It's only an end of a journey. If only I had known then. Imagine yourself moving forward discovering who you were before. There, you find hidden strengths, spirit art and dance rewarded with another chance. |
Separate Ways and all of your swiping give it another look. The feeling today will dissipate. Tomorrow renews your intelligent views like endless ripples of the skeeters moves I didn't hurt you You set yourself up with lies and make believe tales. Be that as it may but no matter what It's time for separate ways. |
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Calatrava El reloj de sol Es parte de nuestra vida Y el rio Sacramento Con las manos de Calatrava Una bella creación Con el arte de su Alma Y amor de su corazón |
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Get Away From It All slip into a tranquil feeling, getting away from it all? In a serene climate, relax in your aura's paradise, unwind in the delights of nature, play out your roles in placid wonderment. Why not try living in heaven-on-earth? It is the most under-populated place of all, on earths green pastures. It's free for all to visit, unhindered by dogma or doctrine, undisturbed by the human-race. Speed, or the so called success and accomplishments. Transfused with every natural species of life beauty, joy and love abound. Un-congested by the billions of educated, informed, and sophisticated people who believe it does not exist and will tell you to get real. Get Real. Loosen up on your ego's grip swing on high notes of the soul follow through your hearts content keep your head in-tune with insights observe the emptiness. And beyond memories, become aware of the intelligence transfused in silent gaps immersed in wisdom's blue bands. Levy's poem edited by Jorge for better flow yet staying true to content and idea. |
Goodbye Love. Let me be You shut the door and left me without a word. I never knew the knife you wielded waiting for my return. Because when I saw, you were gone I knew the prophecy had come true. Where were you when I needed you? Where did you all go? "I LOVE YOU" until you cross this line, "Can I come over, wanna drink some wine?" I can't take the break anymore Love's left its mark. When I can finally say you're the one that I'll stay with forever then, love, let me be Goodbye was the last thing I thought I would say. You said it for me. You did well for yourself. Goodbye |
One of the poems above submitted by a Majical student. For comments please just email me at
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Sculpture by Candace Miller.
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Carnal, Sultry Night crickets crick beneath the giant oak. Fireflies glow zipping in and around the ivy, lighting it like a small metropolis. Your skin, hot to the touch is reminiscent of the outside. Air thick like the summers of Nicaragua. My only hope is not to burn when love murmurs its sigh. |
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Coming Soon! The poem "Love is not a Contract" Full article of "Love is not a Contract" can be read at the Majical Blog. "Turn and Face the Strange" by David Bowie "Love is a Battlefield" sung by Pat Benatar |
Love to Dance (Click Here
to Listen) Music and Lyrics by Jorge Arguello Where I come from we love to dance In Matagalpa girls take a chance We look into their eyes and Hold them close and we say Qué bonita eres muñequita Danced with a girl who stole my heart Saw her smile right from the start She say she love me too fast sometimes it's too fast, it don't last Girl say she won't break my heart our loving feels good to me So we DANCE WE DANCE LOVE TO DANCE I danced with this girl I danced with that Returned to my muñequita I'm never looking back I knew that someday I'd find A girl that I could call mine She tell me-she love me-she mean it Happy we'll always be So we DANCE WE DANCE LOVE TO DANCE |
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Que es lo que soy? Poem and Doodle Art by Jorge Arguello vengo de Nicaragua |
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| Soprano by Jorge Arguello understanding, understandable |
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| Hike High The reprint of Hike High will appear in the student text component of Language!, which is the comprehensive literacy curriculum by Jane Fell Greene. The curriculum is designed to help students whose English reading and writing skills fall below a certain level, and is geared toward English as a Second Language students, special education students, and "curriculum casualties" from the third grade up, particularly middle school students. |
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Bus Dreams by Jorge Arguello I dream of buses. Mine moves, and always running I wave at the two, waving back, smiling. My bus seems always parked, yet people complaining. The chota comes only to admire and stare in wonderment. In my mind, music reigns and the guitars ring, in the hands of the percusses king. The Beatles play and John's solo is great. Only he can make that happen, in my empty garage. I am an observer, yet also involved. My bus dream rich with many treasures to keep. With the colors swirling and my mind cleared maybe I will realize what they say. As I go down the hill the two smile and wave. I too, wave back and smile, in my bus dream. |
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