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Love Me For Love's Sake

2005-10-24T20:14:00.000-07:00

Love me for love's sake,
All is for it here on earth;
Give me like summer wake,
What each love is worth.
My heart is open still,
With love like a youth;
Every dream I shall fulfill,
If I can it all to sooth.

Love me for what I am,
Be so close and near;
Let it not be a flimflam,
What we have to share.
All my dreams you'll find,
If you'll show treasures too;
Let not a heart be blind,
All of this is up to you.

Love me for our dreams,
Like the shimmering sea;
Where every wave seems,
Billowing on so happily.
Our dreams are like starshine,
Floating high in the clouds;
I'll be yours if you'll be mine,
Not strangers in lonely crowds.

Oh What A Fragrance Evening

2005-10-17T06:17:00.000-07:00

Oh what a beautiful morning,
Beautiful daydreams go by;
Filled with sunshine and longing,
On morning to night sky.
Feelings are for the first start,
You and I much much to do;
Never to drive there apart,
Seeking out each favorite venue.

Oh what a lovely new day,
Giving the pleasures within;
What will in dreams then play,
When the new freedoms begin.
Where each path lies ahead,
Answers to know and find;
Of all the thoughts aforesaid,
What is apart or combined.

Oh what a fragrance evening,
With blossoms all deep in hue;
The nightingale is now singing,
Of something of love to you.
Knowing the dustiest road,
And the sea full of wonder;
Taking away trials life load,
Looking into the deep yonder.

When All This Love is For Real

2005-10-08T09:10:00.000-07:00

When all this love is for real,
From the dreams that can't be;
You know I feel what I feel,
So deep inside from what's me.
There are feelings that won't leave,
They can never go away;
Nothing of it is disbelieve,
In this new October day.

You have given me so much,
With this heart that inside is;
Feelings deep all your touch,
And the ways of each your kiss.
Forever day and moments too,
When I feel lonely and sad;
I will always think of you,
And the times we once had.

Rain will come and rain will go,
Forever a heart to proclaim;
Like the stars in a time's glow,
The yesterday's lonely flame.
All of you I swear I'll love,
Far across the moments gray;
Like a star that shines above,
In this new October day.

You have given me so much,
With this heart that inside is;
Feelings deep all your touch,
And the ways of each your kiss.
Forever day and moments too,
When I feel lonely and sad;
I will always think of you,
And the times we once had.

A Thought

2005-10-08T08:30:00.000-07:00

I give you a thought
I once did know,
Inside on its own
It was there caught,
From a while ago
And was there alone.

The feelings that burn
In longings that hide,
And take each their turn
When others abide.

My love song and more
That inside all is,
And I am not so sure
If it's for real or a wish.

The day and the night
With thoughts that go,
A dream in its flight
And nobody does know.

The instants and hours
That come on to shine,
Feelings that are ours
And hard are to define,
Or draw an exact line.

My love song and more
That inside me is,
And I am not too sure
If it's for real or a wish.

The day and the night
With thoughts that go,
A dream in its flight
For nobody to know.

Every part that plays
On the strings of a heart,
The many love's ways
That never will start,
Or break a new heart.

I give you a thought
I once did know,
From inside out brought
To a tune on the piano.

I'm In Moods Tonight

2005-10-08T06:09:00.000-07:00

I'm in moods tonight,
Faraway from it all;
Lost my wings and flight,
Watch and see me fall.
Love is what I bring,
To the front and end;
Hear my breath sing,
In a sweating blend.

All are broken thoughts,
With the stills right here;
Many bending aeronauts,
Different dark atmosphere.
Feelings down in dirt,
What have I become;
Visions all too blurt,
Given to some freedom.

Why am I so down,
With everything I know;
A traveler in shantytown,
In moods long time ago.
Time is waiting to repair,
Broken ends of everything;
Giving more to after care,
Than songs are delivering.

One More Step To Dark

2005-10-08T05:50:00.000-07:00

One more step to dark,
The hour is now late;
Shadow's deepen spark,
Fills up faceless fate.
Greeting to the wind,
That follows to the sea;
Fresh not disciplined,
That comes so vigilantly.

One more day ahead,
In autumn shady ways;
Colors have all bled,
And wither now to grays.
Summer's long time gone,
With dreams in sky blue;
New thoughts now in drawn,
Seemingly deeply through.

One more dreaming hides,
Full of longings still;
When winter thought abides,
With emptiness to fill.
Cold is wintry breeze,
That in footsteps follows;
Shakes the leafless trees,
And branches full of crows.

Beautiful Evening Comes

2005-10-07T20:07:00.000-07:00

Beautiful evening comes,
In sweet rendezvous melody;
Like the silvery amalgams,
With it's wings so playfully.
Daybreak in orange grove,
In the blue blossomy;
That comes for a night glow,
And late hours so bonny.

Where can a brownie be,
That loves a glitter bloom;
And flies a round a tree,
Like summer's little groom.
Heart as gold at daybreak,
When the fairies all fly in;
Newborn in morning wake,
With their little fluffy spin.

Then starts the new singing,
For what was quiet and still;
The fiery light is clinging,
Over the sleepy drown hill.
Come closer you new day,
With breeze there roundabout;
Amid rose bay in the way,
Taking away the nights doubt.

Now

2005-10-06T16:27:00.000-07:00

Now - day and night,
The summer is away;
With its umbrage's flight,
In a lightless play.
They are so much alive,
While the dark is here;
For winter will derive,
This time of dim year.

Everything reposes,
With or without going;
Wandering ways discloses,
Precipice cold's growing.
Open air and distance,
Vanishing old points;
Colorful is absence,
With abyss of conjoints.

Now is night too dark,
Coming in pale faces;
Doom is summer's lark,
All the greensome graces;
Lamp lits the hour on,
Shadows come and go;
From a dimension rubicon,
Through the frosty glow.

All The Dreams Faraway

2005-05-11T15:27:00.000-07:00

All the dreams faraway,
They are always with me;
Like new morning day,
That comes just to be.
My heart is inside close,
With feelings some blue;
It stings like a torn rose,
When love turns untrue.

The night is coming clear,
Giving its shadows fall;
Oh close is now and near,
A day in the dark's call.
Where lies my road now,
With all the dreams to be;
Thoughts are still aglow,
For my envisions to see.

My wings shall fly soon,
Into the darkest dust;
In this life's afternoon,
I once gave all my trust.
Oh fly my peace to thee,
Spring has given and fall;
If this must be then be,
I'll take the peaceful call.

Tomorrow - A Song

2005-05-11T14:17:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow can never completely go away,
For time's like a thought that comes to play,
Oh all is there for a day.

Heavenly clouds in the sky coming and drifting,
Over the hills and hours there shifting,
Oh tomorrow is uplifting.

Bridge:
Why it is like this
In these, few hours ago.
When love's like a wish,
That comes in with tomorrow.

Tomorrow is like sweet dreams that can't stay,
They will hide inside for they go away,
Oh all is there for a day.

Repeat From Bridge

Time Comes and Time Goes

2005-05-11T12:03:00.000-07:00

Time comes and time goes,
Every way has a little while;
Like a breeze in the airflows,
That will gust on and beguile.

Something comes in the air,
When summer comes around;
Blooming ways small and dear,
In beds earth are then found.

Spring makes it's tide's vow,
In the green and growing hills;
Every leaf and every bough,
Promises of blossoms idylls.

Colours linger the grass grows,
With a new and warmer smile;
Who'll know what after glows,
When the time's walked its mile.

I Write and I Write

2005-02-02T10:43:00.000-08:00

I write and I write and I write ...
when I hold a pen I write
when I put my toes into the sand I write

I write and I write and I write ...
I dance with my body and I write
I'm a poem of feelings and I write

I write and I write and I write ...
I touch everything and I write
I sing to the wind and I write

I write and I write and I write ...
forever to a song I will sing
forever to my heart a poem I'll bring

I write and I write and I write ...
the hours are long and dim I write
fluffy high and whimsy whim I write

I write and I write and I write ...
in a winter where white roses glow I write
and the air fills the earth with cold snow I write

I write and I write and I write ...
when I hold a pen I write
into a world of my own.... I write

I write and I write and I write ...

Bring Joy

2005-02-02T10:32:00.000-08:00

Bring joy to me,
Set them through and free;
Bring joy to you,
Or set for some new.
Life may rock or falter,
Styles go or alter;
Have no moral compass,
Away clear or trash.

It's worth the loss,
To dice or toss;
To know who "I am",
You got to make a slam!
Bring away the weariness,
For the new and fresh;
Climb to the ambitions,
Though they cost devotions.

Bring joy to be,
Let it give and see;
Bring joy - be true,
And it will come through!
Life may be a search,
Full of weak spots alerts;
But fate is your reward,
If you work - joyful hard.

Be your own loss,
At any single cause;
You may master phantasmagoria,
Make up ways and gloria.
Someone might as well,
In businesses try and spell;
Never give yours a swap,
Cause then the fortunes stop

Bring joy to me,
Set them through and free;
Bring joy to you,
Or set for some new.
Life may rock or falter,
Styles go or alter;
Have no moral compass,
Away to clear or trash.

The Way It Is

2005-02-01T14:53:00.000-08:00

The way it is
From a day to day,
Like an epiglottis
In society's cliche;
How all things goes
From hours coming,
Unawareness knows
To pieces bottoming.

The way it was
To the past gone,
Years in natural cause
From the tidings spawn;
How it's made to last
Build into a plastic,
And to be aghast
In its way bombastic.

What is art and not
When the cloths fall off,
And the snobberies plot
Shows its way and doff;
How it's made too bare
The rustic fallen deceives,
And nobody is there
To take in false believes.

In The Palm of Space

2005-02-01T13:52:00.000-08:00

In the palm of space,
There are distance growing;
In many unknown ways,
Thoughts are born and going.
Within the minutes fire,
Overturn a scattered page;
The turning wheels don't tier,
In a time without an age.

In the palm of light,
Clear-cut and straight line;
And forever chromocyte,
In the colors melting brine.
Within everything born,
As it dissolves there around;
And together lights are sworn,
In a contriving battleground.

In the palm of falls,
Within the planetary salts;
Future to us nameless calls,
With its ways and gestalts.
What has not been worn,
And is out there to be found;
From what is never forlorn,
Only a busy rapid round.

It Whirls Around

2005-02-01T10:49:00.000-08:00

It whirls around,
All what is of existence;
Yet nowhere to be found,
Only in by chance.
A skin of water air,
And loft of flow restless;
The clouds of anywhere,
With breeze of freshness.

It whirls asking,
Still there's no question;
Impatient in its tasking,
Surrounds with suggestion.
Puzzles great numbness,
A light of empty daze;
Sometimes in a glumness,
Continues to amaze.

It whirls stretching,
From the dank woodland;
And in the calm relaxing,
At ease and in command.
A skin of velvet ends,
Yet nowhere to be bound;
What to a nature blends,
And goes around expound.

The High Electric Fruit

2005-02-01T10:48:00.000-08:00

The high electric fruit,
On to the heaven's own;
To mankind attribute,
The lives old backbone.
Little by little cement,
Clouds light nor shade;
The blackbirds advent,
And blue skies arrayed.

Yellowed high red dim,
Round and round it glows;
The world's full of whim,
Where it sometimes goes.
Into the time schedule,
Gathering to a reappear;
A hot eye's ambisexual,
Throughout day and year.

The high electric eye,
That gives force of a life;
The ball upon the sky,
The golden in every rife.
An apple of a paradise,
Inside the houses windows;
Light and shade disguise,
Where seed to plant grows.

Sonnet, Conquer Deep Sky With True Wings

2005-01-31T21:16:00.000-08:00

Conquer deep sky with true wings of the fire,
Love is the turning and forth - from within;
My heart is spinning destines full of desire,
With flight from my soul - the half of a twin.
Places to anywhere with treads that I find,
Weeds that are secrets - air to river edge;
Ground that is not rooted - freedom that is blind,
Each what's not of this world - iris bloom sedge.
Pick what is confided in shape and hue,
Threads of casual nothing in its hour and wall;
To the exact center what is tried and true,
For the fog's here to enter mid-air's call.
When your ship goes to the dark ocean shore,
You will know times fulfillment ways and score.

Finis

Sonnet, To Every Day is Another

2005-01-31T21:14:00.000-08:00

To every day is another bright new gone,
Futures dancing staring away into space;
Like the flowers flaws of the grass once done,
Full of galaxies in the air and grace.
Mist-gulfs melting windshields rooted sponges,
All the miles through the toweled smell of dark;
To the milky way and worlds of other plunges,
Like fossil starry road and finger mark.
Who will catch their rounded marrow wheels,
With not enough of clear to make them well-known;
For all of tomorrow's what sky conceals,
Into the futures that will thrive on their own.
Life must walk in oddments downpour years ago,
Reflect in the mirror we'll come to know.

Sentimental Romance

2005-01-31T21:11:00.000-08:00

Sentimental romance,
For the two and two;
Take a bigger change,
For the both of you.
Love is in the air,
Like the chliché old;
Very smooth and somber,
Hard on to hold.

Sentimental journey,
To the past and now;
Inside all this ferny,
That has risen somehow.
Make not love a tangle,
Simple ones are best;
From the right side angle,
Inside a throbbing chest.

Sentimental homemade,
For the days to come;
Will be there to accolade,
In the others chasm.
Make not love a tangle,
When it's in your breast;
Life will cut and mangle,
What in love's addressed.

Enfold

2005-01-31T21:09:00.000-08:00

Enfold me to a white,
Rose that's longing out;
Glisten flowers hide,
In the dim sky about.
In the milky ways,
Next to slice and slice;
Coming unborn days,
Where no time doth flies.

What is written trivial stain,
Growing small or tall;
Searching in dark vein,
For the blinking call.
The end to our eyes,
And what we can not see;
Hidden in deep skies,
The hours still to be.

Deep irregular beauty,
A night of other tales;
Seen and pondered barely,
In surrounding contrails.
The breath of icy fumes,
In a deem and longing;
Faraway flowered blooms,
To and fro there thronging.

Months Like Mirrors

2005-01-31T21:08:00.000-08:00

Months like mirrors,
Frosty time's song;
Clouds of dust adheres,
Winter hard and long.
Frosty darken glow,
Its shadow fierce rites;
Cold and bold snow,
In the lonesome blights.

Through ancient wisdom,
Drill of quicksilver's space;
Frosty silver bloom,
Many threads and ways.
Reflected and effaced,
The restless adobe walls;
In the cold embraced,
Till the insect again calls.

Months like a nest,
Nothing happens there;
Only a darkish breast,
Sweeps the air everywhere.
Dewdrop grain of light,
Not on earth dances;
For there is still night,
Taking frosty changes.

My Dream Called Life

2005-01-31T08:21:00.000-08:00

My dream called life,
In the hours now passing;
The noon to evening arrives,
And star falls are classing.
There is a time called sun,
With hope unfinisable page;
Where shadows are on run,
And a peace before a rage.

My dream of a hope,
That burns among the lines;
With whirlwind some cope,
Before it onward shines.
Unfinished thoughts among,
Body of a flowing peek;
Where there is water song,
Life that one drinks to seek.

My dream world to come,
With every splendid ways;
No mere an empty blaflum,
That goes with lingering days.
What is a word if it's nothing,
Only the air and some names;
There must be sayings that sing,
And actions going like flames.

Behind The Streets of Time

2005-01-31T08:19:00.000-08:00

Behind the streets of time,
Hours never stop flowing;
The growing trees in climb,
Their age are now showing.
Hiding faces there falling on,
Creating erasion of a vision;
Before too long day's gone,
Into the twilight's precision.

Erasing the light creations,
In clouds that are drifting by;
Black electrifies abductions,
In the evening dimish sky.
Till morn hangs over roofs,
Downpour of glowing black;
Star spots and many spoofs,
Returning the sunshine back.

Behind the slowly minutes,
Never the same hour face;
Dawn together aggregates,
In the coloring aerospace
What has a man then seen?
In a nocturnal dreaming past;
Where have the thoughts been,
While the body lay bedfast.

Sweet Times - Freedom Times

2005-01-31T08:18:00.000-08:00

Sweet times are here to be,
If we give it the opportunity;
That can not be taken away,
And nobody can steel or sway.
Words will flutter and return,
The lights will flash and burn;
But freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.

Sweet times flow and spring,
Like nightingale to a world sing;
Be a cleft in a splendors whirl,
Or a billow in the oceans swirl.
Silences in rest and in speech,
Kindness to each other teach;
An invention of the world spirit,
Wisdom of its judgment and wit.

Sweet time like breeze in trees,
Compassion that mankind frees;
A wind that keeps nothing still,
The kindness and conquer of will.
Like a syllable and like a flame,
Resurrections of a peaceful aim;
For freedom will always live,
From what we to freedom give.

With Day and Day

2005-01-18T13:24:00.000-08:00

With day and day in the surrounded dark,
On the breasts of night's deep and softly breath;
Clouded mornings coming - icy in spark,
With gangrenous precipices hands of death.
All is too soft and dripping slowly down,
From the clouds in the loneness of the high;
To the earth of the shadow oily brown,
Tears are falling from their lorn briny cry.
The plants are nursed in the broken pieces,
With the goodness of cold dripping water;
Love comes to the offsprings for it freezes,
Muttering tones hollow to a mater.
To life and death - are some of the much same,
And both to the issues share their right claim.

When Nothing Comes From Nothingness

2005-01-17T21:30:00.000-08:00

When nothing comes from nothingness,
Everything is eager too go;
It's like therein something is something fresh,
That needs to come out to show.
Fresher than ever it was before,
With everything of smallness there gone;
Just to make certain and sure,
That it is still here and the only one.

For like what is growing from nothingness,
It all needs to start from somewhere;
And when it comes out of what's less,
It knows it will be going from there.
Like every seed that is born from earth,
All life must rise up to be noticed;
And climb up the scale of its worth,
For what's nothing is lonely remotest.

When nothing comes from nothingness,
It surly needs all its strength;
For there is not much of the intermesh,
To keep up its vigor in length.
Though tides turn here to come again,
All struggle must conquer to win;
Otherwise all life's search were in vain,
And true reality only a spin spin

Once Upon a Summertime

2005-01-17T19:54:00.000-08:00

Once upon a summertime,
There was so much of the new;
Without any reason or rime,
It was open to the very few.
Love was then sweet in the dulcet,
With breezing of fragrance scent;
No sorrow there nor regret,
Only the sweetest of all advent.

Then the winter came slowly in,
Destroying all the colors true;
And bringing the freezing sin,
That gave only sorrow and blue.
All the blossoms were destroyed,
In the grasses sallow and dead;
The moments were much annoyed,
For nothing seemed further ahead.

Then all of a sudden summertime,
Again came with returning spring;
Beautiful flowers started to climb,
Colorful buds within much blessing.
Love again was growing in the heart,
Full of vigor and in youthful fiery;
Just like in last year's counterpart,
When winter's chains came free.

Spring is Here

2005-01-17T13:32:00.000-08:00

Spring is here
inviting me
growing everywhere
from seeds to tree
love is there
please come and find
hopefully share
not too blind.

Lets be free
inside now to go
yes come and be
a part of the show
in a garden quite fair
from outside the snow
it's this time of year
with something to grow.

Spring is here
inside a new heart
gather take care
so spring may start
lose yourself now
with bouquets of dreams
that we may sow
when gloomy it seems.

Night Comes and Day Goes

2005-01-17T07:14:00.000-08:00

Night comes and day goes,
saddest times around;
the wind silently blows,
where longings are to be found.
I think of you
and sweetest dreams,
there in the dark blue
our reality seems.

Night comes and distant grows,
dreams are between;
lonely hours on the rows,
love is nowhere to be seen.
I think of you
in the dreams now gone,
which were once true
and have now shone.

Night comes and day goes,
memories are bound
to all the afterglows,
that once were here around.
I think of you
in evening deems,
what was once new
and full of esteems.

The Night is Coming

2005-01-15T09:03:00.000-08:00

1

The night is coming with darkish dreams through
Merry-go-round to the sunshine and day
Into the moon and the blinking star blue
Dark is gathering and wheeling away
Time is turning the tidings and the earth
Afternoon changing to somber through dark
Giving to dreams and their fantasy birth
With tingling heaven in faraway spark
Night is in velvet blue and dark dim skin
Horses of unknown are ridding the dusk
Twilights of thought spinning from within
All is to marvel and nothing to husk
The moon and the dreams are all in beyond
Nowhere but out there - it's now to be found

2

On and on turning and somewhere to go
Clearing the moments from evenings gone
Silence to dark from the outside now grow
All is chimerical - real thoughts are done
Light is in lonely hidden out hallways
With no more of life's on slamming bar
Only the rain harp to the forest plays
For a faraway glimpsing death star
Resounding through the breezing of air
Thousands and the thousands of sounding claps
Night is fallen into the dark mistress hair
Laying there out her many dreaming traps
On and on in motion never to stay
Like the colors of an ocean in wave play

3

Love is a dream so quickly gone in ways
With the pain that never stops its ruffling
There's sunlight coming above in the haze
When the shaft begins in spring and muffling
All is a dream from the inside windows
Reflections where my heart never is
How quick in time like sunset afterglows
There are dreams that come like a newer wish
I stand in time with wasted memories
And beneath the sky of the horizon blue
The mist has fussed up the window lees
Against the sprouting of the very new
A sound to sustain a simple structure flower
So sweet inside my head in the new hour

New Day is Never Too Old

2005-01-15T07:53:00.000-08:00

The new day is new and never too old,
A sky ascending to the grace of white;
All colors true awaken to unfold,
From a winters wore and the dullest light.

Root so bundled into murky tide,
With rivers spanning no rainbows gold scale;
Far from the ocean of life and fireside,
And the root of tree breath lies there stale.

Dimpsy spindle spire pointing to heaven,
With bodies of dark from inside black fire;
Curse of bleak earth and while of the seven,
Where lust strikes with thorns and rose of desire.

Descending of days that come to the shore,
A flight between time and contrast in war.

Sweet Eyes

2005-01-14T16:03:00.000-08:00

Sweet eyes that will reach tomorrow for some,
Like all the fire that from inside will give;
The first of the light - the new dawn blossom,
Which from a true heart forever shall live.
Lingering rapture of a burning flame,
The touch of the moment that can not die;
Headway changes, never to be the same,
Like the morning of a new burning sky.
Ever pleasing express - inner your eyes,
When all is strange softness - in its own;
Where love goes together and beautifies,
What lies within hidden - can not be shown.
Connate in route progress the traveling,
What we are searching for - and marveling.

Like All The Days

2005-01-13T11:55:00.000-08:00

Like all the days - are so young and so sweet,
Is my existence - in there always too;
Every dreaming, the weak ones and the neat,
That belongs to a lyricism that's true.
We have followed all the heavy dark clouds,
That were drifting to the high - to and fro,
Each and every lonesome - over the crowds,
That into the distance with time shall go.
Raindrops soothing the forlorn bearing earth,
Filling rivers with their streaming new hope,
Giving to the moments their current worth;
When they flow to the ocean to cope,
Feelings and passions going on and on,
Memories in pictures - to the heart drawn.

Let There Be Some Love

2005-01-13T09:16:00.000-08:00

Let there be some love wherever I go
The sunshine above in the darkest sky,
With everything worth to have and to grow
Reaching new purposes with every try;
Sun in the shadows of the future days
To wake up and be ready for each call,
When we are blind to the hidden ways
For love is to reach outside of it all.
Let there be something there for you and me,
Short of to catch on the newest waves:
Sailing ahead into the future sea;
What is of longings and the heart craves,
The hours are leaving never to return,
Like life candles that shall burn on and burn.

Journey to Spring

2005-01-13T09:14:00.000-08:00

Journey to spring
Again a day will sing,
Colors become true
When the day's new;
Hours grow and flow
Melting away the snow,
When a day's young
For a love to long.

You and I'll be there
Filling with joy to share,
Whispering the breeze
Onward growing trees;
All is coming again
That coldness didn't slain,
Seeds of different ways
Soon they become days.

Journey to the shades
That will fill the wades,
In each morning hour
Seeds becoming flower;
And earth in freshness
Full of life in terrace,
All is worth the waiting
Fancy for - speculating.

A Day Will Pass Through Ages

2004-12-16T02:39:00.000-08:00

A day will pass through ages of sweet youth
Before it finds furling of its whisper,
And all is under there in earth's bucktooth
The clearer it comes and much more crisper;
The deep sea dwells in each new thought to tell
Like morning comes after a fortnight dead,
And casts its stage its age into a whirlpool spell
Cry of gulls that know what's been aforesaid.
Nothing connects nothing on the margate sands
Undid the time the trams and dusty trees,
Give thoughts to the ways no one understands
For a sentence may connect when it frees;
Expect not to be what is there in promised:
The bells pealing and the accompanist.

December Jazz

2004-12-14T06:56:00.000-08:00

Outside rain
It's draining into my vein,
Like a December Jazz
With many verses razzmatazz;
Drifting to and fro
In a shadow adagio,
From winter's doors and windows
And frosty silver's glows.

Melodies in rows
With striding forte pianos,
Passing through and too
And always new and new;
Calling out in mood December
In cold blue Ice and amber,
Down and up the lane
And through my neural rein.

Outside strain
Coldness in tempers fain,
Like a December Jazz
In all its compass and as;
Giving some inspiration
From winter's characterization,
What is inside atmosphere
Each mood and heart adhere.

People Who Talk

2004-12-11T16:46:00.000-08:00

People who talk
never sit still,
with someone to stalk
and rumors to spill.

What will they say
when left alone,
nothing to weigh
throwing no stone.

Gibbering much
scandaling too,
all out of touch
nothing is new.

Invisible silence
why are you here,
shadowing blench
going nowhere.

Open up subject
on gossiping news,
try and to reject
in their own thews.

Give Not Up Dreams

2004-12-11T15:00:00.000-08:00

Give not up dreams
that you carry with you,
though everything seems
wishful - untrue.

Each has its own
wishfully ways,
what seeds have sown
to coming days.

What is for sure
no one can take,
for there is more
there in the make.

The world has its place
and with your dreams,
they can amaze
what now not seems.

Future is welcome
with the new seeds,
there will be blossom
there will be needs.

Let There Be Love

2004-12-11T14:48:00.000-08:00

Let there be love
that gives much more,
that sunshine above
if that is for sure.

Just like the air
that we need to live,
each time we care
we truly give.

Anguish in a heart
makes you feel old,
all what you start
you can not hold.

Why is it then so
you keep not the peace,
so it shall flow
and worries release.

Be of the sunlight
which gives a flower,
morning so bright
sootheing shower.

Summer Is All Done

2004-12-11T13:43:00.000-08:00

Summer is all done
and autumn there too,
every flower is gone
into a seed to renew.
Days are coming in dark
with the wintry roses blue,
in frosty and coldness spark
they are in beauty true.

Spring is for the newborn
that grows up to a maybe,
into futures and its morn
that might become a tree.
There are no answers there
you haven't heard before,
but they are there to share
and giving seeds to more.

What has been said untold
you must read between the line,
each comprehend might hold
what hard is there to define.
Remember with each daisy
there are colors beautiful,
and there you come to see
that life is full not dull.

There's Nothing To Know

2004-12-11T13:24:00.000-08:00

There's nothing to know
if nothing has been said,
some thoughts are to grow
into your daily bread.

Keep them therefore coming
be steady with them on,
allow them to be blooming
before their growth is done.

You need to understand
what everything is for,
so you may it command
to open up its closed door.

Like stars that shine at night
they are there to be seen,
and when they lose their flight
you know where they have been.

Blow Blow Wind

2004-12-10T19:55:00.000-08:00

Blow blow wind,
the day will come
when it's disciplined
like earth's blossom.

Rain and peace
will keep you warm,
with sunshine trees
and colored charm

The days go by
with clouds in drift:
sometimes clear sky
and rivers flow riffed.

Blow away chagrined,
sad feelings agnosticism;
what's unhappy rescind,
keep it there ad-infinitum.

Within the daisies
flowers will conform,
with plenty of dandies
that now are in dorm.

Delight days

2004-12-09T08:29:00.000-08:00

Delight days,
all is within
sunshine rays
where heart and feelings truly spin.

Like with love
that's manifested and true,
it fits like glove
like one for two.

And a smile
that's before a kiss,
should take a while
before it is.

Each imaginations
is like the whole,
within these liaisons
in each others role.

There should be more
that isn't written,
I'm though not sure
what exactly is hidden.

The Illuminant

2004-12-08T19:03:00.000-08:00

Through the night I'll learn
what my dreams are made from,
there is lasting ever yearn
to catch one of these seldom bloom.

Through the dawn I'll find
everything I was searching for,
the earth in rays like calcimined
drifting through the brightened shore.

What else can you wish upon
than the gleams of new sunshine,
that rose up through ocean spawn
faraway from a horizon line.

Through the night I have learned
what comes next to comfort me,
what I have and what adjourned
night is for the illuminant to see.

Day Is Now Asleep

2004-12-08T17:34:00.000-08:00

Day is now asleep
for the night is young,
with hours still to keep
which shadows prolong.

Shadings in and out
silence still each thought,
moon so far about
in with gleaming brought.

Deep in sleep we go
finding dreams thereon,
nocturnal breezes blow
untill umbrage is gone.

Day is now asleep
nothing is though for long,
soon away to sweep
lonesome dusky song.

I'm Still Dreaming

2004-12-08T17:29:00.000-08:00

I'm still dreaming like the stars faraway,
through the night as they - drifting into dark;
in the dim with flickering shine they play,
giving up their glisten falling quick spark.
All is a dream there, out in nowhere space,
filling in emptiness of long gone thoughts;
fantasy or rave perhaps just in the rays,
decorations: silver linings and blots.
Everything is turning come in new turn
what was out there maybe extinct again;
all on heaven high in expressing burn,
there is no point then - search for it in vain.
For life's too short to fill with dreams out,
we have only the time to find their doubt.

Drifting and Fading

2004-12-08T09:18:00.000-08:00

December,
the dark in the deep,
a sundering light
drifting and fading.

Summer was here
some months ago,
with flower bouquets
in colors and fading.

All the enchantments
that gave the day,
a meaning and a life
in freshness and fading.

Now it's December
with memories not lost,
but longing once more
- drifting and fading.

For a While

2004-12-08T08:27:00.000-08:00

You and I
like flying leaves
in the breeze,
for a while.

Days dimming,
lights out,
only hearth-fire
and your smile.

You and I
so much besides,
and dreams to come
with its infantile.

Sounds, like music
through the air,
out in the dimmet,
- for a while.

Sorrows

2004-12-08T07:38:00.000-08:00

The day is now
like old and new.
Full of sorrows
for the lost fall.

Outside, the evening
coming slowly in
with darker shadows
filling up the horizon.

Not all is lost,
there is still the sunrise
which comes tomorrow
and filling the dark air.

Fragrances

2004-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00

I see out my window
it has been snowing,
something that I can't know
will be there tomorrow.

The days are drifting
in the everlasting grayness
that comes and gives
the dullness that is now.

All the breath in the gust
is in the trees surrounding
and filling the air with cold
old yellow leaves fragrances.