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We hold hands walking under the bright beam of God's Moon Light, And stop and kiss so intently in the soft cradle of the dark Moon Night. The passion and rapture together we feel so on this cold black night, Is reflected and majestically warmed by the touch of the Moon Light. I look lovingly into your eyes on this quite special dark Moon Night, Marveling at the love so reflected in your eyes by the Moon Light. This is an enchanted sight to behold by All who love the Moon Light, Reflecting the beauty and meaning while savoring all the Moon Night. A deep Cosmic Blackness pervades the canvas of this great Moon Night, While God's grace and love pleasure us with a most bright Moon Light. Almighty God in Heaven gently modulates the tone of this Moon Light, Bringing constant wonder and glory to All on this most dark Moon Night. My love and I now understand the mystical meaning of this Moon Light, As we ponder and hold so special God's emotion felt on this Moon Night. Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany (October 19, 2014) (Rhyme Couplet poetic format)
I will sit on the porch, with the August moon The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon ... softly humming to make me smile * In soothing rhythm, all the while while shadowed moonlight knows our tune A lonely owl, and then a lark, calls out to me, within the dark Starlight glistens, this peaceful night, while the moon and I, together, listen * How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze The falling leaves around me curl, to fall asleep beneath the trees I'll make a wish, and close my eyes and drink the splendid moonlit night I will sit with the moon for awhile.... while keeping me company, with its gentle light.... * * * *
16th & 28th may 2012. By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores, To calm my mind's fury that was churning galore. There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me, Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free. Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone, Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown. And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down, Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around. Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat, Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat. The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me, A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays. On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand, And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand. The stars, planets and the moon up above, Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now…… The sand was my warm bed at night, The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight. Spirits look down on me from all round and up above, Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love. I felt I was in paradise that night, Under the moon shining bright, And then opened, the flood gates of my mind, Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined. And then my mind's canvas filled with tone tint and hues With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse. Stop leaving and you will arrive, Or else joys of innocence you will deprive…. Stop searching and you will see, Don't hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free… Stop running away and you will be found, What goes around comes around.. I struggle no more, I live my moments without hate and abhor. I walk freely and can now attract, That to me which was absolutely abstract. For in me has now absolutely dissolved, The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved. To the next level evolved i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read
I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one. I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, in the World up to that day. And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay. A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white. She became the best friend I'd ever have, you might say we were tight. I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall. Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all. I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day. Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way. The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff. A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff. As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced. And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice. Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay. This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day. Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete. I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet. Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone. But it didn't really matter, for we always knew the way home. As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below. Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does. The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in. They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend. At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow. Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show. Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow. The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear. We'd talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here. Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song. At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged. He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car. I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar. From inside his car he played a song he'd written, while he had been there. I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete. Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.
Outside, the moon is alone in the sky and floats bright white in the ocean of the great black-blue on high. It illuminates slightly my surroundings, giving everything the soft pallid hue that makes everything something familiar, though some things I have never seen. All things being equal, under the bright white moon, I see the waves of grass in neighboring lawns that I've never trod, and I see the soft waves of the moon dancing off the rooftops of houses that I've never been welcomed in, that contain neighbors that I've never met. It's cold out… if the sun gives off heat in the day, does the moon radiate chills at night? The moon sheds its cold, emotionally bankrupt light on everything I see. Is this how I should be? If this is how all emotional attachment ends up, should I even bother? Or better yet, should I wait for the moon, that reopens my wounds just by shining on me? Every time it comes into sight, I can't help but think of all the times it left me dark and cold. Should I wait for it to change, or should I move on? I can't see why I should waste my time, when there are other things that can radiate a brighter and warmer light than this. If I see it shining its light on others; what light does it have for me?
Why Poets Write Why do poets write?, Why does the moon shine at night?. Why does water fall with such grace?, Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight? So, why do poets write? Do they write because the moon shines so bright? Do they write because water falls with such grace? Or is it because of the majesty of a hawk, in flight? Poets write because that's what we do, Whether it be a Sonnet, Etheree or Haiku, We see things through our own prism, And write about it in our creative point of view. This is why I write, I write because I see beauty in the moonlight, I appreciate the splendor of a waterfall, And the majesty of a hawk, in flight. I write because it feeds my soul, Writing the perfect poem is my ultimate goal, I write, I do my best, The rest is out of my control. The perfect words, in the perfect order, Follow the rules, no pressure, Slowly see your creation come alive, When it works, there's nothing better. Poets, generally, don't write for the glory, We heal people by proxy, We are emotion peddlers, And we do it all for free. I can't speak for everyone, nor would I try, My urge to write is something I'd best not deny, Or things go drastically wrong, Like ice, in the middle of July. So, regardless of why you write, Keep your vision in sight, Take criticism with a grain of salt, Never get discouraged, never get uptight. © 2011
Feeling happy. Lord, I feel so very happy I want to dance, I want to sing I want to glance up to the Heavens And let the starlight, to me bring The sound of angels laughing with me Because this world is oh, so sweet Sometimes I'm just filled with laughter And every day I feel complete. Whether sun is shining softly Or the rain is pouring down If the wind is howling at me I'll never, ever wear a frown For I am living in a haven It be this world so wonderful All the birds are singing sweetly Seems this world has got it all. I see the moon up in the Heavens And the stars so beautiful As I walk on each new morning Oh, yes indeed, I love it all Here in in my world, I have no troubles I am a king, a beggar too I have everything, and nothing I guess I'm of the chosen few. 12 February 2014 @ 1410hrs.
We drift softly together- - hands glazing a window filled with stars where row of flowers bends its twirling hips and curtains lift the fabric of breath, until we become keepers in springtime hours blaming the grandeur of moon, and in the stillness of dusk when all blossoms turn to virtues deepening the fragrance of the sky, we will find each other on a cradle of roses in the shade-- a breeze disrobes our pores stirring the glow of fireflies blazed, till darkness swallows our fog amidst a prism of framed moments undefined by any name, while we, in a bright pastel of a springtime, together we drift- - Blame It On The Moon Contest Sponsor: Poetess Darkly By nette onclaud
My journey I'm on a journey A journey deep within I'm going tunneling Behind the constant din That mind does make me There's a finger pointing there To that moon high in the sky Got to find it if I dare. I feel the silence That presence deep within I hear the lovely melody That always plays beyond the din It calls me to it Right now I have to go I'm going tunneling To find that wondrous glow. Oh yes, I'm going To whereabouts unknown The seed it has been planted And now the bud has grown The flower starts to open It's time, the rose must bloom And shine the way to Heaven The path that leaves all gloom. 17 January 2014 @ 0700hrs.
Delicate damsels danced While we slept, scintillating white gowned ballerina's Tumbled from the arms of the soft moon glow Until roof and garden sommulent lay Polar scapes' billowing clouds Harvesting winter's surprise Children's time, piled rolled white, carrot nose Eyes black as coal, stretched, moving Arms, legs busy windmills Heavenly forms mimicked, Transformed to soft angels Glistening in the crystalline air And when evening visited Bonfires blazed bright, hard crisp ice Suspended skaters on frozen water She stopped, turned. Moon light flooded Her soft fair face, red hair matched the fire's blaze and I was compelled Kissing her lips, holding kissing So many years ago, now only remembrances Soft shapes and shadows in aurora's memory
Questions for everyone Has anybody ever sat? In a garden filled with flowers Have you felt the magic there? Have you felt the power? Have you sat there with the body still? And the mind too, just the same? Have you ever lost yourself? As the mind stopped playing games Have you seen those magic colours? And really seen them too! Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze? Have you seen the way she do? Touch those branches with her glory Make them dance in the morning sun As the sparkles nearly blow your mind And you're the holy one? Have you ever heard the dove's warm Coo And that deep, deep ravens croak? Have you seen the mulberry tree? As she dons her summers coat? And radiance and reverence Are all that one can know Have you ever sat there in the garden? And watched the morning flow.
' ' ' ''''''''''' ' ' Those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity, like drowsy tunes of autumn's harp sound, saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony. Auburn dressed palms of shaven- tree solemnity tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, saintly foliage fluting, swooping in withered harmony their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight. Tangerine floats of stems fading by lamp light, brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall's keep their torn skins crackle, mumble and fall from flight and whispers of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep. Brushing a wandering sky soaking in rainfall's keep spreading leaves' goodbye glory for a final display, and wafts of stooped dance soothe the moon to sleep as full season of fall sheds life's leaves to pray. Spreading leaves' goodbye glory for a final display, like drowsy tunes of autumn's harp sound, as full season of fall seems to shed life's leaves to pray those tender wrinkling leaves pour dizzily down. ~ ~ ……….. ……… Pantoum poetry © rights reserved By: nette onclaud
where in night shadows only moon and stars are seen blind men feel no warmth with the light of day when a full sun fills the sky all men will feel warmth blind who survive night basking in warmth of that day felt not moon and stars By John Trusty © 1/20/12 for Linda-Marie's haiku trio contest with a little sun/moon, stars/sky thrown in.
Tonight, the full moon blooms And foils the looming gloom. The remnant doom from noon Has lost it's bullish tune. And embraces dusk's eerie cool. The village square it illuminates Arena of moonlight tales of late The little ones gather and wait While the elderly engage in debates And the goats noisily ruminates The bright night, lights sparks Of bliss and joy in trees' barks The tall iroko whistle in parks Where young lovers end their tracks And skimpy skirts lose their tacks The son of perdition frets unsure The thief in the night fears exposure The pirate sailor steers from ashore The night fisherman denied action For the kind light bathes the ocean Tonight, the full moon beams proud As the town crier makes his round Belting forth a piercing sound. While the town's chorus echoes loud The stage is set for the yearning crowd
There's a light now trailing the crescent moon right before dawn as it slowly pales. This brings vast knowledge of what's coming soon. Now has the time come to set forth our sails. My cup runneth over,my hope does too. How can we be silent when we know well Cinderella's destiny fit like a shoe. Just proving her fate was her personal hell. And so we move forward into the day. Sunlight tricks us as we search around. Looking for kismet of our own , we pray. Coming from our lips an unusual sound. Come with me to the curious side and we shall always anonymous be. In retrospect we should have tried to feel the moon while we were free.
I lay sleeping with eyes wide open, I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning, I lay sleeping with nothing to dream about. I lay sleeping with no care and sleep with eyes blind, I lay sleeping, there with my eyes wide open. Seeing the dark change from dark to black. There is no moon, there is no sky just purple strokes of paint in the sky. Take that morning dew smell and close your blind eyes. Smell the morning, that smell that clicks in your mind. The smell of childhood dreams, that as an adult never came true. Sleeping bare in the nude with your eyes wide open. Thinking of her, as she is five thousand miles away from you. Wanting to love and hold her, but no use in crying. Sleeping their with blind eyes in the dark that dances in the light. Your lamplight turned down low, as life trickeles down in its nightgown and yawns for sweet slumber. Tired from longs days, and sometimes long nights, wanting to curel in bed and close its blind eyes. Dusk will soon peek its head through the blinds and awake life to a new dawn. She sleeps in the morning, and walks at night. When he sleeps at night, and walks with a bare nude heart in the morning. Life climbs over yellow mountains, and meets her fellow compainion a handsome fellow with broud shoulders and blessed with an ego as I sleep there with my eyes wide open. As I sleep with my eyes blind to what life has intented for me, and as I raise to walk the lone streets at the break of the dew covered lawn at the first sweet smells of dawn, I can see life go on with the handsome man and I blind and wanting to go to bed. I dream of dreams that have no meaning Gardens of cluelessness and raging emotions tare me down and I am confused on which way to go. Do I stay here and dream away, blind and half awake as life slaps me across my broad cheek? Or shall I walk on with life hand and hand and regain my vision of the world, Start to sleep with dreams that make sense and dreams that are made of gold and have no end? Dream of fancy dreams that show love and happy endings I would love that, and I would love to walk with life, but she is out of my leauge. And my bed is so cozy and I feel like sleeping. So I shall sleep on more restless night chashing life down. I lay sleeping with my eyes wide open. I lay sleeping with dreams that have no meaning. I lay sleeping waiting for life to come back from the mountains and lay beside me. I lay sleeping with hope of regaining hope and salvage what is left of my spirit at hand.
The warped side of the Moon shall fall to the ground. I will be watching at rapid speeds beyond your reality. Most will be wearing garments of untapped mortality. Some of you'll hear trumpets that are loud and sound. More of you will be an embedded trap tied and bound. You best remain in your God given Graced originality. It will be a life or death to hold on to that pure vitality. And for God's sake don't partake in the lost and found. It is easy to lose your way through the deception. Nothing is ever what it seems unless you make it. So join within yourself become one big reception. And make sure you have a white candle always lit. Never lose the light of a white candle as the dark side of the Moon falls. For the light of your white candle is right behind darkness and enthralls. © Copyright: Ann Rich 2007.
Pity me not because the moon is on wane Remember when was full lighting the night Pity me not for thinnning of dark blonde mane That has gone from beauty to cotton light Pity me not for energy deplete Now time to snuggle between warm soft sheets What's lacking in energy gain in sleep With love beside me snoring to same beat With love he continues to look on me Even though my moon is waning this eve Brown eyes adore me_ his love only sees Girl of seventeen with green eyes__ naive Pity me for my slow learning of life Where in places my gifts could have stopped strife
I accidentally erased this sorry.... A tea cup moon hangs in the sky Among diamonds glistening in the eye A shooting star to wish upon Falling to a world somewhere beyond Gentle breezes dancing across water Reflecting moonbeams one after the other Crickets chirping, bullfrogs singing In the distance people laughing Alone on a sandy beach to reflect Those important things I too often neglect I'll fill that tea cup moon up with other wishes And stay here till sunrise releases her golden kisses ©Donna Jones
The sky is bright tonight, The harvest moon a beacon Eclipsing city lights, Its orange glow a fire That sets the sky aflame And turns stray clouds Into puffs of smoke - A haze of grey and gold That envelops me And hurls me back in time To that silver shore Where sand scatters like ashes, Where your breath is the tide That steals mine, Your pulse the current That speeds mine. I could lie here for all time - For a moment With salt in my hair And rapture in my heart. Beneath a sky of staring stars, A thousand eyes that blink With wary wonder At our courage to lie so close To the blurred edge, Where waves tear up the shore Like icy claws or eager fingers, Desperate for a touch, For an illusion - A moment of warmth. The sky is bright tonight, The harvest moon a menace Invading my mind's eye.
(for N.K.) Gossamer thoughts, gossamer things weaved as sliken nightgowns with quarter moon kisses, lurking with left handed promises with secret eyes and au pair wishes. In morning memories, school girl, you and sun rise, maybe mantraing,"Thy will be done." Gossamer days, gossamer nights envision dawn and dusk as tenacious myths begotten by Genesis and Revelation. Spider (Greek astronomers gave no constellation) Mayan's Orion* for celestial landings and only seen at a bird's eye viewing or mountains or planes---you always succumb to "Thy will be done" by your demure designs. Gossamer thoughts, gossmer things, love, you, too, shall pass, from a school boy's mind, not thinking of you until dawns efface old webs and dusks become Penelope's face of quiet desperation, imploring,"Where? When? Why?" I'm now spinning webs spelling,"Goodbye, goodbye." While expiring, your nightgown creases... You're sleeping Arachne's and Selene's schemes with gossamer dreams and gossamer needs, while stars weave around quarter moon promises.
**~~** The balmy summer breeze Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon While it dreams memories of autumn's golden red kiss Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes - Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs So now -it's time for her to drink the dreams of slumber Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs She asks the moon to wait patiently... For her splendid colorful return When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses Where once more her regal colors will burn She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor But before she goes... She gently reaches out with her one last caress... Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon "It's time now for fall - it's time for me to undress" She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune... "Goodnight", she gently whispers ... "I'll see you soon Mr. Moon Please...will you wait for my return? Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams… Slumbering peacefully - Safely harbored in Mother Nature's loving arms As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister Cordially opens his welcoming hands To September's colors of orange and golden browns Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands Next he'll greet the season's sister From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles... Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter With his warm welcoming golden smile
It is dark and night outside my window, and in the soundless, lit confines of my room I sit at my old, ivory desk cheerless and anxious with dread for what the rest of another night may bring. My ostomy bag, an abhorrent creature that hugs precariously on one side of my abdomen, covers my raw and fleshy stoma underneath. Against my desire, the stoma continually oozes feces and waste like a sewer into the ostomy bag, which, every seven days or so ruptures its seal and transforms into a stinking and rancid cabbage whose fetid odor refuses to stop emanating until the entire, offensive beast is immediately uprooted from my body. So, I sit at my ancient, ivory desk, writing these cherry-picked words to express the anxiety and the doldrums of another night; and the lonely, isolating, embarrassing, humiliating, ego-wiping, self-esteem killing, mind-numbing, soul-shattering, universal, all-embracing, omni-present stench that weekly offends my nostrils and fills my lungs because of a thoroughly used-up ostomy bag that needs to be removed immediately like an old, decaying vegetable that has outlived its freshness-- It is another cheerless night in the same, old cheerless space: the nose-blistering smell, however, is only for another night...
A baby cries for reasons quite unclear; The weather vane atop the barn spins round. And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. A comet streaks above but we can't hear, Its fiery burn occurs without a sound. A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. The rocket rises through the atmosphere But to the earth are most men ever bound. And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. The cryptic light of winking stars seems near Though speed of light serves only to confound; A baby cries for reasons quite unclear. On earth a broken heart will cause a tear To fall upon the richly dampened ground; And we gaze at the orange moon with fear. Three hundred sixty-five completes the year As love and life continue to astound; A baby cries for reasons quite unclear And we gaze at the orange moon with fear.
I haven't always done the best I can do. I see where I am and what I've been through. The sun sinks low like it bows to the sky, Maybe I'll get it right with one more try? Darkness surrounds, still I try to see. Illuminating stars spark all I can be. When I want to dream, I look to the sky. Maybe I'll get it right with one more try? Memories haunt like ghosts in my head. I just can't forget the things that were said. I watch the moon rise, I dream I can fly. Maybe I'll get it right with one more try? I lay my down in bed in need of some sleep. I just close my eyes and count some sheep. My mind wonders as my heart asks why? Maybe I'll get it right with one more try? I awaken and light fills my eyes. As the sun chases the moon from the sky. It's a new day, I hear angels sigh, Maybe I'll get it right with one more try?
I will hang on, not let time escape I just do not have the strength of will Yet seasons vary, it feels unreal Time passes as the moon changes shape I found your toys and the old red cape The love is still there, no hands to hold I wanted to see you growing old Time passes as the moon changes shape People just do not understand me My time does not pass as the moon changes shape ©Holly P. Moore November 2012
Full Moon Brimming On A Hungry Wolf Fire still burning Words are not enough Red Riding Hood, You stopped me where i stood. The basket you held, looked so good, I enticed...And you fell... In the woods... safe and sound We could not believe what we had found Me in denim... and you it lace We understood, each other so very well Full moon brimming over with light Gazing into the eyes of the other The twin to me, I did see, in You. Be careful with my heart, my love. My running shoes are unlaced for now, So lean back and enjoy the ride. Embrace all the laughter, our lives allow. rlm
As my soul stirs to retire to its abode I sight the sun dawdling into the dark Paving the way for the moon to emerge The night's darkness beckons The sun faded like a shriveled flower The moon gleaming like the lively roses The stars flickering to the fullest My eyes try to obey the sleep calling But another sleepless night! As I try to conquer force To submerge the insomnia The more visible the sight of the darkness becomes And my yearnings for slumber become vanity. Here I lay awake; eyes wide open Daring one of the darkest nights My mind flooded with thoughts Emotions buzzing round my spines. I stared through the brightly colored star From my 'ajared' window All I see are figures The message keeps buzzing in my brain No matter how I tried to elude it. The smell of your skin The curve of your figure Your breath that I absorb Through the rear of your curly hair The physique of two naked bodies Skin to skin Thigh to thigh Bone to bone The gentle pressure from the soft touch Of your soft nipples The thought of the words you whispered The tone of your voice When the softness of my inner hands Dawdling from corner to corner Of your convex and tube-like cascading breast The amorous pleasure from your arms Massaging the supple and tubular darkness Of my aroused lower body Keep buzzing in my brain As I tried to keep on awake To adore the splendor of the night For long hours spent on nothing But what we shared. 01.10.12
The blue rays of the moon above me Shower me with hope of the surely stormy sea And the shine help breaks through the darkness and lets me see But the sight is nearly more that my heart can bear too be All of them all holding hands in a linked circle feeling free Their eyes lit up with images of only me But I am not in the circle they've created And from this fact no one seems the least bit agitated A tear falls from my face, for the music I could never create The haunting melody sings my lonely soul to sleep But when I think it to much to bear I open my eyes to see them all standing there With their faces all lit up with happiness It is so unusual to see such bliss But they smile and grab my hand, leading me on And they laugh at my confused smile that has grown Guiding my footsteps until we reach the destination The moon is still there, so no more contemplation And the melody that has been haunting me through my mind Finally escapes through the colorless keys I will find My music carried them away to the place where I am The darkness evaporated; there was no more sham The giddiness overtook me and I too leapt up to dance The feeling of the moon put us all into a trance The creaky boards that made our shoes tap and click Was as sure as the song that made our souls tick And always I look to the moonlit sky for the joy of that dance Wonder if it could again sweep me off for a chance And one night it happened, so swiftly it came And as I remembered it, it was all the same They still laugh beneath the beautiful magnificence of the light They dance in the moon; all through the dead of night
After dark I feel The need to be awake In the forbidden world The world that shows Me my mirror Of hope, despair, glory A true story After dark civilization goes to bed Primitiveness reigns away The ugly looks beautiful And all are in unison Riches and rags Virgin to whore We all go through The same door After dark the sun retires The moon prevails With a thousand blind eyes One sees it all One hears it all Tomorrow? Denial After dark sounds sound Sounder Louder Sharper The dark darkness Brighter After dark emptiness befriends Intoxicating booze Lighter spirit Gently infused Bottled up emotions The bottle helps … To confess
Apollo! Lead us into the fiery center of the sun As the full moon offers a beacon in the night We march into the blaze and burn as one Or surrounded by darkness, the moon removes plight Apollo! Do not forsake us, we of faith, let light shine Save us from the darkness that plagues the soul Ever devouring the darkness takes us; your inferno burns sublime O' come great light, lest we are left black as coal Do we plead in vain, do you see our suffering? Are we alone, bleeding husks, answering for original sin? Please immerse us in flame, stop black eternal smothering Please illuminate the path, light the way to pursue within The pantheon echoes our greatest fears The Gods reflect our endless doubt Belief of the above foils the darkness that lurks near Or so we believe, we believe we're better with than without The sky above, the dreams within, complete our mortal frame The fears we face, the hope we share, we're all to blame
The falcate moon as her celestial abode, The winsome maiden of demure mien, Gazed down at the fecund earth, And yearned for affable company. The captivated multitudes marveled, With detached warmth from the world below, None evoked her in the brightness of day, She who was an adornment of the night. The nurturing earth thrived with aplenty, For the swarming masses borne by her, Who were besotted with her charm. A devoted relationship of much love. The maiden with her bosom bursting, With much love and longing for progeny, Implored, pleaded, meditated, wished, That someday her earnest desire be met. They say destiny can be changed, With chaste and honest desires, Spouting from the depths of one's soul, Can the moon change her destiny?
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
Foundation powder, sparkling in the night. Eternity is seen in the wonderment of this silver dust. Creation is amazing with all its' textures and brilliant glow of this big star and its' stunning light. We are made of dust, not unlike how all creation seems to be. With so much dust, its' as if the moon is the desert of the sky, no life is seen. Sparkly moon dust shining in God's light. How it has remained with gravity's pull is His true delight.
I stare at the half moon in the middle of the day As Little Black Birds chase half my problems away Hard to ignore, this beautiful breeze in my face Like sweet memories that a mind can't erase Little Black Birds fly to where the wind blows As I dig deeper into the sand with my sandy toes This man with his acoustic guitar sings to noone at all This lady with her shells as the rain starts to fall Shadows chase me wherever I run As Little Black Birds fly away in search of the sun Just like me as I search for my soul Just like a Half Moon who longs to be whole
We walked to a place far away. A new galaxy of passion and spirituality. He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth. He made the moon our mirror of life. He gave me everything I never dreamed. It was larger than imagination. No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions. Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love. Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed. Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece. Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas. I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm. He made me feel superhuman. I too revisited his soul the same. We deceived pain. We sustained. We made what is so complex, plain. And the heavens will still ordain. See we can never stop the rain. But we can reach the clouds. Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground. But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light. To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight. We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty? But he made it all possible in our own galaxy. See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations. Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication. He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit. How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it. Cause its been said "Ye are all gods." And in our galaxy, we reign supreme. Against all odds!
Laying here in this field, Alone Rain drops begin to fall The moon so full and bright I can see the drops before they land. This rain feels as though its cleansing my soul Purifying old memories, Old emotions Washing my old and weathered state For hours I lay here In this grassy field Drenched, to my inner being The rain slows Til it stops all together. I open my eyes to see Beautiful clear sky The stars flickering The moon so vibrant I stand And I know the rain washed away..... Nothing
A friend told me that we all see the same pale moon at night, and that thought struck me as comforting and rang so simply true. But late one autumn night I cursed the luminescent orb, because it guaranteed what I already knew: for me there'd be no peaceful slumber on this weary night, with this all-consuming headache come to stay. Would it, I asked, keep hammering industriously on as wakeful dawn turned into harried day? I fixed my eyes upon the moon with burning beams so bright as concentration fled my painful mind. Squinting, I could see not all those rays were shining white, but glowing colors of all different kinds. It was dumb to be awake at such an unattended hour, but for me sleep rarely came without a fight. Perhaps, I mused, I'm lucky, for how else could I have seen the fascinating rainbow in the middle of the night?
There's still light down this glistening black road, a path to travel with the moon shining by my side. Much like my own way, for some time greatly shadowed - and yet something shows the way for this quiet ride. The steadfast celestial guardian ever watches me, even when its face is hidden by time's flow. 'Twould be the only light by which I could see, if not for the headlights' soft glow. Pensiveness seems to be the rule of the drive - sound is muffled, like it's not allowed entry on these heavy thoughts through which I strive; that silver disc, as ever, a silent sentry. That sound tires make on a road that's just seen rain, the tiny taps of the drizzle dampening the way. The red lights in the distance, now moving to a new lane, the dawn coming far off, yet heralding another day. The weight of the past in the passenger seat, showing different faces from my history. I wonder as I see one in particular on repeat - when you're alone, do you think of me? This way comes the inexorable march of that dawn, and still night's orb watches as I'm vexed by she. A grey sky overlooks, as one query I yet dwell upon - when you're alone, do you think of me? I shake my head as if to dislodge these thoughts, eager to continue this drive's long quest. If that's to outrun, or untie, these kind of knots, I still as of yet cannot truly attest.
Crescent moon in sky Full moon somewhere else in world All share your beauty
I love the night air, wind blows through my hair, and everything feels alright. It's you and me, with nowhere to be. There's just no end in sight. Only know where we've been, not going again. My strength I often fake. Only one way to know, only time will show the trip that we must take. So many chances, a thousand glances at what our life could bring. There's so much behind us. Too much has blinded us, but hope is a powerful thing. Regrets will get the best of you, so only look ahead of you. I know the past looks bleak. Not a cloud in the sky, while the moon floats by. I slowly drift off to sleep. So we drive down the path. How long will it last- this new life that I see? When it all goes wrong, will we truly belong? What's out there for you and me? Not one familiar face, what is this place? Do you know where we are? It was just too soon, now we look like fools. We must've gone too far. With you by my side, these worlds still collide. Protect me if you can. It's never enough, we've run out of luck. Tell me you have a plan. How could we have known, until we were shown? Is the world that cruel and cold? Life is what you make it, leave it or take it. That's what I once was told. We took a wrong turn, there's so much to learn. You don't see it like I do- the beauty the world holds, when each day unfolds, so I look out for you. What a life to live. The world has so much to give. What does it all mean? Not a cloud in the sky, while the moon floats by. It was all just a dream.
Silent Music of Falling Stars A radiant glob shone down upon this planet, life seemed so bright – why is it then ?, all seen, on the surface, ( in the face of ) – seems the dark side, the spirit of the moon permeating the innermost recesses of this harbored soul, having been reached out to. Towards this planet, around it Mars gravitates, rotates. In the furthest reaches, a sphere so cold – grows – a heart so distant and aloof, this planet seems, from a different universe, travelling in other dimensions, orbiting on a different plane, even when two - as one - have flown together ?, – apart. Why has Venuses, influence repulsed ?, slipped out of orbit – lost her way – drifting away – always, it seems – gravitating towards planets of perceived perfection, in their ecliptic, aesthetic, elegance, in their orbit of alleged worldly knowledge, in their spheres of impressionistic light, light that seems to blind, their gravity, pulling Venus, into their orbits for a week / weeks, a month / months, a year / years, or for just a date or two. Comes disillusionment, disappointment to shake Venus, from her dreams of – that set her gravitational pull back towards this lowly old planet – set adrift – drawing it back into her orbit for another go around - this moon to her earth, without power of influence – no gravitational put, no raising and ebbing of tides, just a continuous revolving around her glow. a companion to the empty spaces in-between, never to be included, to become a part of her universe B. J. "A" 2 June 2nd 2008
Diminished A diminished cemetery lies in the ruins of tombstones.. You can hear the whistle of the wind in mysterious tones.. The rusty gate hangs on its last resource.. The dark rocky path leading through needs reinforced.. Around the old ruins of tombstones grow enormous weeds. They stretch to the moon as if to satisfy their needs.. The indignant dark fog looks like the passing angel of death.. The wind dies down emancipating its last breath.. The wilted limbs loom over from the weight of the leaves.. In the muggy fetid air starts a disturbing haunting breeze.. Creatures of the dark lurk in the spots of the murky night.. The half moon in the sky looks as if the darkness took a bite.. The eerie night is placid laced with silence. The peaceful cemetery owns no violence.. Poison ivy fingers its way through a torn down wall.. The howl in the night beckons other calls.. The cemetery holds its subjects in capture.. They wait peacefully for the life thereafter...
Kenny is suddenly, Luminously, animated; with a grin that could crack a safe! He whistles to get your attention, then beckons you over to the parted curtains. He has something to share with you. This is not the usual, insular, self-absorbed Kenny. MoonMan MoonMan what is it you see? Can you read the secrets of the telling Moon? MoonMan MoonMan Show me! Tell me! This is Moonstruck Kenny. Touched by Moonpower. Captivated by Moonpower! Ecstatic about Moonpower! He's made a "lunar-landing" and he wants you to be "there" too. Lunatics-in-arms we become, in awe of this celestial visitor peering into the room from on high. MoonMan MoonMan what is it you see? Can you read the secrets of the telling Moon? MoonMan MoonMan Show me! Tell me! The Moon's pull is irresistible. Kenny's pull is irresistible. And so you succumb, temporarily mystified – delving within for ancient knowledge about basic things; the rhythms of the sky-dwellers. Knowledge longlost since we insulated ourselves from and against The Elemental. Yet Kenny has not lost The Wonder. Kenny is over The Moon about The Moon. He beams a crescent-shaped smile that'd make even The Man-in-the-Moon green with envy. MoonMan MoonMan what is it you see? Can you read the secrets of the telling Moon? MoonMan MoonMan Show me! Tell me. Kenny is the Moon Man. He is The Moon-in-the-Man Just like The Moon, Kenny has phases. He waxes and wanes as do we all. But…just now…yes, you catch just a glimpse of it… Kenny is illuminary! And you bathe in the light of his delight! MoonMan MoonMan Show me! Tell me!
When I see this Moon and gaze deep into the stars, My mind wanders as I search for where you are. Looking up, looking down, this enormous Sea is where I can now be found. Standing alone at the Ocean's edge and hearing its roar, My heart pounds and aches for so much more. Gazing deeper and deeper out into this vast blue Sea, I can gather myself with this soul that was given to me. Ripples in the Sea are all that my eyes can see. One by one they collide with force to touch what was given to me. Infinity with the depths of this Sea, This is what the Moonlit Ocean conveys to the truth inside of me. Standing alone and afar from the depths of this Sea, Ripple by ripple captures the every breath that I have inside of me. Oh how they carry every single thought away from the insides of me! Reflections of our Moon spread across this glimmering Sea. Endless and endless ripples! This vision I know I will forever see! I hold my breath and carry a true smile, Searching for that last ripple to reach its hundredth mile. Alone I stand at the edge of this Sea, The depth of this Ocean covers over me. I wonder and wonder can I truly hold what was given to me? So if ever in search for that which you know you believe, Please remember that I left me standing with the ripples in the Sea. One by one they collide crashing directly into me. I stand with a force that was given just for this person that lives inside of me. Come to me! Please touch what is on the inside of me! Feel what has been given just for the love of me! So if ever in doubt for that which you truly know you believe, Look deeper and deeper out into this incredible huge Sea. The ripples one by one know you will believe. They touch, they feel, they hear what is left standing out by the Sea, And that my friend is the life that God had already chosen for the soul that lives inside of me.
I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe. And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge. The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large. And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse. The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse. The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge. The door had been widely opened and many came by barge. The stress was great because the world went into a reverse. Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards. Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before. And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards. And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door. The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all, And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall. ® Registered: Ann Rich 2008
Rain paints my soul into silvery streams Life is like light All is more than it seems Something is here, in the night of your eyes Something is here, in the tears of my cries In the darkness, like velvet, I feel and I fall The tide of my life fractures down through my soul Wave upon wave And stream upon stream Everything Is more than it seems Tide upon tide The moon of your eyes Everything Might bring this night into me Rain, wash away, purify, drown my soul Life is like love All is pure, water cold Everything's here, in the night of your eyes Everything's here, argent tears are my cries And the sky is like velvet, so freely I fall The moon is a crystal in silvery scrawl Wave upon wave Written stream upon stream Everything Is more than it seems Tide upon tide The moon of your eyes Everything Will bring this night into me
What have I done? Left you this morning out of haste, love and distaste for solitude? Oh, what are you to think of me? Sorta confused about this world lifeanAll, I think that some apology is in order: to earth moon sun and sky - - my humble service, the living day for you Sun under cloud over sky around us all and I am grateful from your offering Nature and Earth, water open sea, gore crevasse terre Sky To you Buddha starling Sky of clouds of air of wind and birds, I thank you for sending my lifeforce in meditation... And Moon, to whom I have no words, Moon for love invested like bankmoney I love you most Moon not more than earth sun or sky not more than water not more than nature's wind Speaking but as forwords and backwords revolve or like a spring fog or lowing mist off the sea (Fogbells and light) I think of Moon at each passing note With each hair growing steadily suspended on sand The overlapping plane of mountain Sun And Night
It was the night after the full Moon. This was the night that I saw the Moon between the trees. It was huge! It was the color of melon! My world was lit as my life had instantly risen. I saw light gray clouds all dismayed with dark blue visions. My moment had come forth and all at once, I felt a life inside myself begin to breathe. Three decades of life had passed by me. Cascades of shadows erupting dark and gray! Now they evolve in true sight and all of this was for my eyes to see! "Oh My God", dear God, this is my world mine all mine in every way! And this is what I have dropped before Thee? At such a long distance, that glimmer has covered over me. So many nights I lay before Thee. Not one word and not even one moment heard. For it was silence, for I could not breathe! An hour had passed since I saw the Moon between the trees. It had vanished and no longer could my own eyes see, That dark blue vision, the one that would not let me feel a breeze! I saw that melon with its glimmer, the one that had covered over me. I felt my breath deep down inside of me and I finally began to breathe. "Oh My God"! My dearest God, I have found what I lay before Thee! I have found the vision of gray and how huge it was for my eyes to see! "My dearest dear God, my only one and true God", Oh my how I have forsaken this precious life you have given to me!
I walk and walk the many miles for you. I give and give until I have nothing more. I go on and on until I drop or fall, But I'm searching deep because I search for it all. Everyday I die more inside. Eaten alive by myself inside of my core, Because I'm left alive with life that only I can sort through! I just want to see the Sun rising up so full and so high. I want to see the Sun set so huge with shadowing bits that glow. So I'll just believe in this strength that comes through you to me. I search for you but why should I be the one who has to be one that believes? Everyday I'm alone and it's nowhere that I go, Even when it's my thoughts that I clearly identify! I just want to see the Moon so round and so high beaming me into the glow of light. I want to see the Moon peering through the lighter of my brightest day. I keep seeing all of these cushioned visions of just you and me. Searching for you gives me the sight of all that I am to see. Everyday I beg and beg until I hurt that you will stay. But I'm left alone with reality in sight. I just want so much for you and me. I even want the same air that you breathe. I keep holding onto this strength that I am I feel I believe. Searching for you I'm with all that I can ever be! Everyday I'm straightened by what my eyes can see, But now I'm alone with what's left alive and what didn't flee. So I'll just keep searching for you while I search for what will be the all of me.
Night after night I sit to see the Moon shining over me. Watching its shield unveil a bright night I can just sit to be. For each night gone by a star shines so bright, The more and more I sit here this night. Deeper and deeper I think tonight, "What if" I had no sight? Watching its gleam covering more than a lot, I just sit to see it shine its big light. For each hour gone by the moments are sought. So more and more I sit here deeper in my thought. My mind farther than my further with what this glow has brought, "What if" the man in the Moon was never sought? Watching its shadows lurk in the glow, I sit to see if he will finally be caught. For each moment gone by clear nights I'll now know. So more and more I sit here watching the Moon grow. There's just so much to see because it covers over me. I sit here night after night because it's just such a true sight. I give it quite a bit of thought because "what if" all of this was not? For the more that it comes to glow the more and more I can watch it grow. There's just so much to know because it covers me with its tremendous glow. I sit her with thought after thought because I have more than your lot. I sit here night after night because "what if" there was no true sight? For the more I can just come to see the more and more I can just sit to be. ®Registered: 1998 Ann Rich
I saw the moon at mid-day, Pale, behind the drifting clouds. It seemed the day was muted, As if whispers would be too loud. I walked out into the desert, Watching the shadows cast. Perhaps the moon at mid-day knows the secrets of the past. The leaves of change are falling. Tomorrow's path is charted. We see the moon at mid-day, when the stage's veil is parted.
consciousness untouched for quite some time direct caress along the eardrum rattle rumble howl somewhere deep in the purple shade twisting unformed down beneath the scanning lights searching pinning sensors gleaming, undulating it creeps beyond, seeking winding further, serpent of sound carrying a basket of frozen grapes and discarded photographs faded, bent corners coming apart at the edges electric cry reverberating pierces the heart of silence falling into discord before everything resolves into march of ten thousand declinations inclined to debate decline to state what found the star beneath the broken gate? sometimes the darkness rises above twisting into a spiral configuration with the dawn sickness grieves over the corner of conscious corruption with a silver spear in its eye bleeding tears of indignation into the soil from which sprout dandelions dripping pus starlight crystallizes against the eye against ever knowing, you shield your face raising your arm to block out the light but it falls against your wall nonetheless battering, grasping, finally sliding away you hear the last pitiful plop as truth denied falls to the ground and you wonder whether you want McDonalds or pizza for dinner. Sometimes, watching the moon rise a sensation shivers through and threatens to overwhelm a needful expectation borne of unknown roots laughing moon dogs dance for their dinner shivering the black air with their satiation sympathetic hunger pulses somewhere in the center and the listener cannot help but think of venison, blood, and moonlight.
the cloak of the night skys glitters with its jewels and the whitecaps glisten neath the moon and I am drawn in to its majesty the hearld of darkness sparkling with light and stand sheltered by its expanse the cast of moon scattering gloom and my smallness is felt deeply familiar patterns are there by virtue of the light there reflected and the surty of knowing its ceaselessness and its boundries as yet unknown and undiscoverd that we look away from ourselves to something greater what is dark in ourselves is far lessened by the light reflected from another source to draw strength from without the whitecaps lap at the shore the limits defined by her moon and sky a night of peace unfettered by storm but the storms will come with shadows and obscurity to frighten children and make seamen pray mankind will scamper to their burrows and I will be one with them casting my sight till the sun rises again chasing away storm and shadow another morrow to illuminate the confines of our lives as is imposed by time and law unceasing COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
A Shallow body of water Separated from the ocean People comes to Venice Hoping to find love fill emotions He drives a gondola With lovers from every where So many Private conversations He can't help but overhear There was a couple Got married this afternoon They were having ice cream Under a full new moon But today he's with another girl Sailing down the lagoon Hugging and kissing will go to his wife very soon There are so many rides Fill with love and adultery On the lagoon of Venice Only a gondolier can see So many comes here Looking for love that's true Hoping to find happiness So their life's can become new There was a girl from Trinidad Who was alone on the lagoon? She meet a guy from New York They found love that afternoon A couple came from England Looking for what had disappear They lost their love in London And are hoping to find it here It's just a lagoon But a place of love And people comes hoping to Find what they been dreaming of Some will find love to day Some might find it tomorrow Some love you will get to keep And some you can just borrow So many comes to this lagoon Waiting for love to starts Not knowing they already have it If they look in their hearts Love can happen anywhere On the land, skies and sea But when true love comes The Lagoon is where some hope to be Across the universe Under the sun or the moon People are falling in love On a beautiful lagoon
Adages Pt. 1 (the cloud) I am just baggage to the world Cast away and forgotten An entire life Waiting for something Every so often a random passerby We exchange formal soliloquy Just talking to ourselves Wondering if anyone really hears They always keep a lock on my eyes To desperate to admit sad truths Pretend they're giving me sound advice When just quoting old adages to themselves They say "Follow the sun, For in the light shining upon all You will find the way" The same response Every time runs through my head "What of the clouds Stealing the light from my eyes They always gather around me Darkening my life "And what of deep night Where I sink into despair Alone and sinking in a world Where no one seems to care" They don't seem to hear my words Just keep ranting their securities All the while shaking like leaves In the harshest of autumn winds I wonder if anyone can hear me Or if I even hear myself Can anyone see me? Hidden in this cloak of clouds I begin to feel comfortable As my worldly self Begins to drift away Comfortable with no sun To burn my skin red Or to guide my way I'm locked into a perpetual night As the oppression of my clouds Absorbs the light Sun and moon and stars And I'm left with nothing But four walls And a roof And a little stool to sit on I don't notice any more random passerby Just as they never noticed me Just quote my old adages Some god created just for me "Stay in the clouds A safe haven from the pain I have no need Of ever finding the way "The world has spoken its ignorance And has finally cast me away I'm tired of endless clinging And the guilt it brings my way "If the life in this world Revolves around an endless rhyme The sun and moon and stars I have better places to spend my time "A room of nothing No windows or air to breathe Just a feeling of numb contentment As my soul starts to bleed" My conscious mind had made its final pitch And it is off to the races But I'm moving so slow So slow
When the sun goes down, and the breeze freshens, when the night fills the sky, I'll then feel at home, as I've none of my own. And I'll feel as though I belong. When the moon comes up and lights the night and the stars dot the heavens, I stare transfixed in awe of what I see as I silently wish with all my might. To see the sun rise, not in the morning as all else, but in my mind or in my heart, is what can put me to rest. In a corner of my mind, where no-one ever sees, lies a child in fear. Of the terror of the day, and the mysteries of the night. And as I watch that child grow old and alone, I wonder why the light never shines in on him. When the sun brightens the darkest of days and the moon and stars illuminate the night, why must anyone live in the darkness of the mind, which no light can reach? What can block the light, what can break the spell, what can move this one to freedom? Why must the fight never leave the mind, why must the child grow old? Why do the stars never twinkle? Why do the leaves fall off; why does the river taste like tears? Why does the mind ache and hurt? Why does the heart pull up curt: Why does my soul feel pain?
In your restless slumbers you feel me, I know you feel me. Always by your side like an iron rusted sword Dull to the touch and stranded to the length of your back. Your sudden sighs will be the ocean churning and The waves that collapse against the shore. Every ache you undergo will emit a moan So loud and locked away that even the sky will mourn And it's rains will fall for you alone. Each dripping drop will attempt to match your insides From the moment the first moon beams hit your windowsill Till the sun ascends in an incandescent dawn That pinkens the walls of your chambers. You look beyond a naked field to A moon which eases with every passing moment. Beckoning you to dreams and thoughts that lay like scars and stains. Come, they whisper. Come listen to the symphony of our affairs. Come watch these green waters turn to gold. Travel the world and reach the end Only to find that you still want. But here, with no one around in this volatile room, With no eyes peering but the licks of lighted candles, You'll plead no to a nameless fear As you swallow the back of your mind. Let an open mind in, Allow it to listen. And as you glance over to vacancy from Your worn and heated side, The skies will shudder with every hope and every lie That even Socrates cannot deny these tries. But in the half light of my own room I wish to be your broken record Or the lead singers private microphone. Kiss my finger tips and drink in the residue of fountain pens. I will plaster each phrase to my bedroom wall Where I live to see that the writing never flows. That each excerpt is choppy and final. That every quote is bold and blush. The frayed and shredded nursery wallpaper, Shimmering pink with sudden audacity, Will reflect moodily and ambiguously of my shattered thoughts. With kudos to a grandmother Mary, I slowly lift a frozen face from underneath a pillow. After a minute of self doubt and realization That settles like pin pricks on the palms of my hands, I slide the idle face back into it's sheath Then contemplate the curiosity of my own slumber. While ignoring every hope of sleep, I'll thread two nimble fingers through an open flame, Stare provokingly into the shadows on the ceiling, Get bored, Get lonely, And think of you.
My eyes were opened to a bright red burning veil. Sun scorched and Moon dried, It was fried! But, I brought it some water in a crystal blue pale. The more it burned higher went the scale, God knows that I at least tried. There was just nowhere to hide. But, I wasn't about to fail. I put the veil in the water and made it wet. I held it to the Sun and the Moon to air dry. The veil melted and glowed where it was set. It was sparkling and made me want to cry. Perception had been weakened to what it really should be. At least, that's what the burning veil conveyed to the truth inside of me!
It's the night of the moon and though it's not in my sight. The magic will be here soon. The full moon takes the stage tonight. I feel as low as the tide. The dark clouds set the tone. Watching waves and sand collide. I walk the beach all alone. The clouds are fighting the sun. They can't keep the bright light behind. Sunset and beauty become one. Doubt and hope crowd my mind. Brilliant hues of orange,pink,and red contrasting with clouds dark and gray The sun paints a picture before bed and then takes the painting away. Splashing way out there in the sea. Winking stars playfully laughing out loud. I wonder,how this can be? The night wont carry a cloud. Where have all the clouds gone? They've been plucked out of the sky. The battle with the sun was been won. I question not how, only why? There's a bright glow in the west. The curtain goes up for the show. Dancing lights on the water are next. Slowly rising the moon seems to grow. Sometimes it's such a spiritual thing. When nature reveals what it can truly do. I can almost hear this moon sing. So extravagant, it must be alive too. My memory goes back to a time. When the moon stole the show like this. I was with a girl that was so fine and remembered that,that night we kissed. But my memories are what had me down. I can't remember too many good. There was the clouds at sundown and suddenly I understood. If I only kept good thoughts in my minds eye and make all the bad ones just finish. Maybe then my thoughts wont seem to magnify what my memory can't seem to diminish. Out with the bad thoughts in with the new. I'll fill my head with good memories only. But it seems that there are so few that my thoughts might just get lonely. That makes a smile come to my lips and I wonder, did I just laugh out loud? I watch enchanted as the moon slips across the sky without a cloud. My mood has changed I realize. I knew I felt that pull. Now I know hope never dies. Hope lives in a moon this full.
Looks like something i would see in a dream everything seems to be just right the moon is shining, the stars surrounding, protecting Her from all harm. Never in my life have i seen such a beautiful night, it glows with charm. But the clouds start rolling in, dark and cold swallowing the moon and stars whole. for within something so beautiful cannot be all good everyone has their faults, why not accept it? let people live their own life, quit with the judging. why can't we all just accept each other like the moon and the stars do? For within anything that is hideous, there may be something beautiful underneath so live and let live, i say. maybe the world will be a better place if we did.
I can see the web of lies around me Constructed by the spider in my heart Just a manipulator Playing its games with my life I promised myself As only a fool can That there could be a safe haven Calm within the eye of the storm When it was only a trap Set so perfectly on me By myself The ignorance of the world has always astounded me Confounded me Even as I ignored it in myself Just felt the need To find my own way In a life that was never too kind To the stranger To me I don't know why it is always spinning Think I've created this hell In the image of a world left behind Just another contradiction Another manipulation Another one of my lies I made myself so cold That I forgot to be angry For what everyone did to me Forgot to be forgiving And to look the other way Now I'm just a nothing Forgotten to all The opposite of what I needed Or ever wanted I am ready for the change I am ready for the knowledge Black turns to grey My blue skin to red As I shout and scream A realization A new found adage Of how it could have been "I never needed the light of a sun To guide me on my way Never needed a hope To feel that I'm okay I don't need to rhyme To impress the people Who'll just waste my time I can go my own direction To any place that I desire" A hierophant is blooming With no hope there is hope And no need for a following Just a contradiction and a knowing Tomorrow will be As always Another day The shift in the world around me As drastic as black to white Day to night Reflected sunlight As the moon makes itself known to me And all the contradictions coming into focus Becoming the world in which we all live We feed on each others lies And create our own If only to fool ourselves Into a state of relative bliss Into a joke We're playing on ourselves I don't want the sun And its insistent heat I don't need the clouds Or the people that I see Wandering around like dazed puppets Numbed on the drugs of old I just want to go my own way And to question what we know The moon in all its mystery Its quiet grace Greets and bids me fair tidings Hoping that something will treat me well A lone friend in a world Full of followers and beggars Fakes, frauds and any assortment of contradictions And this moon smiles Gives a nod of approval It can see me Breaking out from behind my clouds And shining into the world A second sun A light guiding my own way
A bad moon on the rise, Grinning like sour cheese, Drips a rivulet of blood, A groovy facial scar; On the canal rancid surface, Blacker than a witches' bowel, It smiles back at itself, Death reflected from afar. Don't look now, for Something wicked comes, Trailing rotten funeral wreaths, Along the catacomb way; And the bad moon surveys The handiwork of conscience, Turns the plastic red and slick, Predicting venous spray.
In the midnite of earth's noon, Sun's shadow blackens the moon. Silver shades of pale desire Are consumed within its fire. Adrift in darkness of death, The burnt moon struggles for breath. Unremembering the plight Desire brought, it slays the night. This envious moon of sky Sighs with dispassionate eye: The sun too will one day die.
A child is dead in the heart of men a lonely grave sits unattended who do such a thing I heard them say to someone they had once befriended who would have the child abandoned i look to the gates and the fences unmended i seek all these answers when i kneel to pray but what's left to say despite meaningful words I still dismay this lonesome grave sees no flowers tended when the baleful moon rises another day ended but this grave is still unvisited sadness and shame to this day when all good men did nothing but pray god should have stayed but remorse is lost on those not here i speak of course of men ruled by fear for there is not just one grave unattended there is more than one sin unmended down beside this tomb i solemnly lay when moon rests high and out goes day this child called integrity is dead doubt and vanity has taken its stead this child called Right has been felled by Wrong this grave is unseen and unknown i lay here too, because the guilt is also my own this grave at the hearts of all good men what once we had we will never have again
Copyright September 16, 2008 Man in the Moon You've been our companion For billions of years Satellite circling around us Without an atmosphere Have you solved the ancient riddle Of why we are here? Man in the Moon Can you tell me 'Cause the answer isn't clear Man in the Moon What's it like to float in the sky? Do you sometimes wish A comet would stop by and say hi? When dawn comes up Do you sigh as the Sun draws nigh? Man in the Moon Have you a clue as to the reason why? As you wax and wane by degree Do you smile down at me? Won't you send my way The sweetest of dreams, Dear Man in the Moon? Man in the Moon Hum a tune for Weary daughters and sons Who wait for something better When their day is done Please watch over us Oh silent, silvery one Man in the Moon Sing softly of what is to come
How raged the moon with whitest luminescence, Reflected in my starving eyes, Dominance, nocturnal omnipresence, Swelling in the black eternal skies. And how it shone with pallid incandescence, Turning tears to icy milk, Freezing them with spectral iridescence Upon my cheeks like balls of frosted silk. Until I wept to point of obsolescence, When the rivers all ran dry, I knew you stood and felt the equal presence Underneath the self-same moon as I…
I crumble with a setting sun The colors streak and I come undone Quiet invades despite cicadas sick Emerging a year late on a low burnt wick Colors infect the sky like spilt paint An early moon visible however faint Goes looming racing and panting west I put down my flowers and await the test I am left to myself, these nightly battles With each new star my confidence rattles Once I used to wear the moon about my neck When I was the sky and she was the speck My constant blanket, I undo my hair Split and raw from each nights' wear I stand to fight, this will not pass My naked feet find cool wet grass I reach in one pocket and pull out my past And from the other, a future wide and vast Armed I destroy a black velvet veil And slowly but surly the night does pale I replace my weapons and tie my hair And watch a sun, both new and rare.
The sea, reflecting Shades of purple and blue Where I am, in a colour too The moon turned, slowly in my hand The soft light, lit up the blue Left a shadow in the sand A solitary figure on the shore... Holding a moon From with.... Soft light... did pour The sea... In shades of purple and blue Filled me too Soft light reflecting The heart detecting.... The colour in you Far away... The moon turned Beams of light Scattered across the sea, lit up the purple and blue for me
The Twilight of a New Beginning The stars hold our past brightly Lest we forget, but way in the distance Not to be touched again The moon slides across the sky A mirror of things to come The cycle of life that does not die The sun which never rises Tempts the eastern sky Even in darkness its light shines Where to go? What to do? Should I want? Should I desire? Should I be? Prayers unheard all those years Dreams paralyzed by my fears Just one more day, please, for all my years Great Spirit speaks to the night The Wolf and Moon dance with delight The rest of the creatures awe at the sight Mother Earth opens wide From her womb a knowing spirit glides, ……………………………………. Into the twilight of a new beginning Mark De Binder —(White Falcon) 2006
I wondered how it would be just for one second to be free away from this demanding scream but sadly all i could do was dream When I slept the place came to me and for that moment i was able to see how love was like for the rest of you my god, what a lovely view It was like seeing angels fly instead of hearing them when they die for once there was only beautiful silence away from this horrible place of endless violence my mother and father must have known this place they must have looked god straight in the face for me i never knew but i came close when i met you i learned what music was like through you i learned what peace was like and then I knew that in you i had found my escape from this world of soul-less rape i cried for once without any sorrow i thought there was hope for a new tomorrow but that window closed my eyes once more but i at least i knew what i had been fighting for i may not be fighting for me but at least for that moment i was allowed to see what the rest of you can have when i am gone like a wilted flower burned by an angry dawn that day can not come too soon i'm afraid i can't fight under this moon this heavy lifeless moon of doom so full and cold as my tomb but i can look past these bricked up wall because i know now why angels fall they fall for girls like you who showed them heaven's view
Bliss be quick I'm fading fast toward the sunset's shadowed grasp Like a smoking candlewick Like our conversations past Bliss don't switch your gears and leave the moon to tend me as I grieve She has no real warmth to give She can't show me how to live Bliss settle in and make your home please promise me you'll never roam Scroll out a list of things to do to nurture my weak fortitude like stringing beads of glassy ink and rolling out thoughts to make one think or searching the sky for green parakeets sitting on phone lines, lined up neat Crushing up coconuts, drinking the juice Flying for miles to declare a truce Watching the seeds of the sweat peas grow or dipping my feet in the ocean's flow. Bliss I'm lost unless you're with me I get caught in the solitude frenzy Where there's no one to bounce things off of Where the moon laughs her cooling head off Bliss be kind to this weak frame and personalize me with your name I'll live up to your expectations Drop your guard and your reservations Bliss you are my mirror image I won't let my eyes be timid Shine my skin and temper my glow for, Bliss, you do these things bestow...
to lost loves I stand alone along the shore washing away my sins in the surf submerged in the sands a prisoner of time a single call to be rescued goes unnoticed i've known the day too long we've many dates to make the night envy my midnight lover has cheated on me the man in the moon wants whats mine for as long as the sun shines the stars shall be mine and the moon shall be also to my beg and call but shall bare me no more kids on this barren shore
I held the Moon......... In my open hands Blew on it gently, saw it glow Far it was flung....... I watched it go There it hung...... Moonglow There I stood..... So far below Moonglow Things I could Things I should All for a Moon If I could touch again Feelings understood If I only could............ So far below......... Feel a moon glow


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22 May 2007 - 08:24:50
Mido's future at Tottenham Hotspur is hanging in the balance after the outspoken striker claimed he made a mistake in moving to White Hart Lane.
The 24-year-old is unhappy after making only seven Premier League starts during a season in which he has slipped behind Dimitar Berbatov, Robbie Keane and Jermain Defoe in the pecking order.
The Egypt international - who has already played for seven clubs across Europe during an eight-year career - was expected to move to Manchester City during the transfer window but the deal fell through at the 11th hour.
Mido initially moved to Spurs on loan from AS Roma last season before making the switch into a permanent transfer last summer.
"I would be lying if I said that I am happy at Spurs. Any player who doesn't play will not feel happy," he told Egyptian television.
"The hard times started with me making the wrong decision.
"I made a big mistake when I signed permanently for Spurs.
"I know that this could result in problems but it is the truth."
Mido's comments come just nine months after he agreed a £4.5million transfer from AS Roma, where he proclaimed: "It was and it always will be a great honour for me to play for Tottenham.
"I can't wait to pull on a Tottenham shirt, to play at the Lane and score some goals."
The controversial striker was also thrown out of last year's African Cup of Nations after reacting angrily to being substituted in the semi-final victory over Senegal.
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New England will close out the regular season at home against Buffalo.
Edelman was listed as questionable with a concussion. In 14 games, Edelman has 92 receptions for 972 yards and four touchdowns.
With Edelman out, wideout Danny Amendola could be in line for more playing time. Amendola has 15 catches for 113 yards and one touchdown in 14 games.
The Patriots ran roughshod over the Colts, and when Tom Brady hooked up with his teammates on passing touchdowns, they went to the tight ends. LaFell did his damage on just four targets. Julian Edelman led all Patriots players with five catches and eight targets but managed just 50 yards in the game. Danny Amendola kicked in 13 yards while catching both of his targets.
The Patriots are set to face the Lions at home in Week 12.