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Details | Prose | |

Black Birds Gather

Black birds gather....early in the morning....scooping up sunshine and singing to announce a new day....

Wings flapping in rapid succession....like  waves of splendor....enthusiasm galore!

Black birds gather...my heart flutters a new beat...a tempo like none other...like the shininess of soft piano keys...your passion to sing enlightens me

Oh how I wish I could sing at the first shards of sunlight....how I wish I could fly around from tree top to tree top ushering in the new opportunity

I will do my best to do the same thing right down here with my mug of hot coffee!

How I love the NEW DAY!


g.rix
1-8-15


Details | Free verse | |

Nightfall

How quickly the  earth forgets
                  all that the sun has said today
As daylight bows out gracefully
                                dwindling soon to silence
                                        hush now, .....
                                            let's listen to what the night will say

Listen closely ....stars are whispering
                            It is all about sleeping...
                                     all about flowers folding for repose...
                                          all about bird heads tucked under bird wings:
                                               and dreams that walk silently after eyes close
                                                                                                                shhhh....


Details | Rhyme | |

Never Dream Within a Dream

-honestly...I have no clue why...- As I began to rest in my fickle dream Suddenly I was stirred from my sleep I was greeted by many a whisker And petulant snores from my sister The cat mewed ferociously and purred For there on the other side of the window—was a bird! It chirped like a wobbly siren—the ass! And I swear by my bosom it was pecking the glass Suddenly, I sprang up in alarm I swear my bosom was gone! The cat then motioned at the feathered brat For her bright breasts seemed extra fat Of course it wouldn’t have been that But I couldn’t just blame the cat! I opened the window only a crack And asked very kindly, “May I have my breasts back?” Such pride she attained from my bosom Yet why? –how would she use ‘em!? The mockingbird merely turned a goodbye But the stolen twins were too heavy to fly! She plopped to the ground and squawked I would have laughed, but I was shocked! The cat scratched at the window and with her eyes Said, “Prithee, take your breasts—she’s mine!” Before I could think I had fallen to the ground To a booming, most terrible sound! My eyes then opened to a cat on my head As the booming sound continued from my sister’s bed


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Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.


Details | Alliteration | |

The Night Owl

Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Flapping.
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Silence.
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 
again.


Details | Verse | |

Birds Of The Same Feather Flock Together

Birds of the same feather always flock together


A fool fools those who can be fooled
A thief roams the streets with his fellow thieves
The miserable saddens those who allow themselves to be miserable
The naive are played by those who are naive of karma
The materialism catches those who are materialistic
The disrespectful hurt those who have no self respect
The aggressively insecure intimidate those who are submissively insecure
The fake trick those who are inexperience of faking
The dumb roll with the most dumbest

If you are either happy, successful, humble, educated or anything positive; make sure you flock with the feather that's most positive and important to you. 

KNOW YOUR WORTH; You cannot exchange gold for stones, that's making a foolish loss. Positivity is always an addition(+)  not a subtraction (-).  If you are subtracting, don't be suprised if your life turns out to be mostly negative.

IMPATIENCE is the mother of all COMPROMISE, that's why people flock with the wrong people, don't let it catch you..

THE EYEZ are easily fooled, all that glitters isn't gold (things can be gold plated too), so carefully check things. As They say "FOOLS RUSH IN WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD."

NOTHING IS CONSTANT; Money comes and goes, the famous become infamous, friendships ends, beauty fades, people pass away etc. Do not rely on external things to make you happy, once they are gone you will awaken from your dream. Internal happiness is constant; the externall should just make you happiER. Humble yourself and know reality.

INEXPERIENCE is the mother of all REGRET. Life is a journey of experience, never make the same mistake twice. At best surround yourself with the most wise (listen and consider their counsel) so not to make mistakes at all.

THE GUT INSTINCT, if it doesn't feel right it probably isn't. You have either compromised too much for to little or you are blinded or you put ur happiness on external forces which are not constant or you are inexperienced in the ways of life.

ITS ALL IN THE MIND, remember to CONTROL IT, TRAIN IT and to ACT IT OUT and watch yourself rise to a different level in your life.

WAKE UP; a bird who flocks with the wrong birds wakes up sooner than later and flies to his kind of feather.

THE MESSAGE; a bird that flocks to you with patience, sincerity, passion and unconditional love is definitely for keeps because they are  worth more than gold.


BY HUSSEIN FARAH
Written 24/02/2012


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Rhyme | |

Hoot Owl

Big-eyed hoot owl perched in a tree,
hunting for prey while eyeing me.
He swooped down swiftly and caught a mouse,
flew up and landed on the eave of my house.
Old hooty owl quickly ate the vile little beast,
burped once loudly, then glided off slowly due east.
Wise Mr. Owl will return late tomorrow evening,
perch up high in the same darn tree and give me a warning
by turning his swiveling head 180 degrees all of the way backwards,
giving me a wild-eyed wink and dropping on my sidewalk a couple of turds.


Details | Free verse | |

Beak of Night

BEAK OF NIGHT

Following the glow in every star in my eyes
I lay here in the frenzy grass with swimming thoughts
Escapading~
Thunder hides in the still of the night
Doves fly high in an epic way
Swans glide in the mist of night
Everest tears, run down my cheeks 
Speechless~
 ------- I left you-------------------

The wind carries the sorrow from a chime, 
A touch with aromatic perfume, that turns out control
My shadows peeks around the warmth of a Phoenix mirage
My head is losing balance to a negative magnetic seal
Secretiveness ~

Sleepwalking with the tendency to crawl
My feelings stray as I lay on this frenzy grass of snow
Years that come and years that go
Things In life I will never know
I pass the morning till the night popsicles away
A blanket of snow to cover my dream
Wings taking flight near the river stream
Mockingbirds protecting their branch
In every scream!
Silence~
---------------- Far Away-------------

Leaves fall on me like an endless Odyssey Romance
I'm a lonely sparrow with an enigmatic look
A Gothic Dance, under the stars
Prancing under the devil's claw
I hold myself
Side to side
I lose myself to an ironic form.
Zero is what I can't perceive. 
Muteness~

With and without a beak
The mystique of my lips
Is all billiard-up
My mouth sewn shut
Shut up~
--------------No Words, Indeed------

EPIC
By; p.d.


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Hawk Say

What does the hawk say?
“Eagles are overrated.
We hawks rule the skies.”


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Swan Say

What does the swan say?
“I am very elegant
as far as fowls go.”


Details | Blank verse | |

This Blue Moon

This Blue Moon..
This moon is hypnotizing , this moon knows all Truth and lies

it is a rare moon and filled with questions asked 
luminous clouds weaving through , knowing all through existence

showing me there is yet true love in the mist

who else has been captured by the Magic that surrounds this Blue Moon tonight ~
pure  light and magic that pulls on your soul , instinctively,  when called you will go
with all senses enhanced, romancing you 
 all that you know

it controls the waters at Sea, as though it instructs all sea life
speaking to the dolphins' and lighting the oceans glow 

telling the night owl too take flight and hunt ~ 
showing a white Owl for the first time seen


this moon is speaking , listening to all prayers 
there is more around us, more then the finest of wise Men know


Look at this moon tonight 
Tell me now what the truth is 
This Blue Moon ..it knows.


Details | I do not know? | |

Take Flight

Speckled bird in the grass, nothing to lack I’m looking at him and he’s looking back The exchange is sweet simplicity There is no fear, no duplicity Oh to be under those wings & go with him I suppose Take flight and lift me from my solitary repose With a wink of the eye, soar into azure treasure And with a sigh, journey into heaven’s pleasure If the bird’s wings I could only reach Life’s mysteries he would seemingly teach For now I must remain earthbound My feet chained by promises profound The tiny bird slips away Leaving my thoughts astray Forever and a day and never may I wait patiently for my restless heart to say


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Duck Say

What does the duck say?
“You quack me up with your jokes.
You are quite funny.”


Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Haiku | |

What Does The Goose Say

What does the goose say?
“No, you can’t have my feathers
to fill your pillow.”


Details | Haiku | |

Flat Beaked Fowl

A duck is a duck.
A goose is a long necked duck.
Swans are beautiful.


Details | Free verse | |

THE NIGHTINGALE'S SONG

The sun has been slain, by the sweet song's melody, of the
Nightingale, perched upon the thickets branch.
Sweetly, lyrically, whispering in it's lovers ear, I'm hear my
Passion's desire, come unto me, within thy pleasures nest.
Flights fanciful play mate, whom causes my heart to soar
Beyond the clouds divides, enchantment's mystical spell keeper,
Holding thus musical song bird, hostage by loves inspirational muse.
Let us descend together, as two angels falling from 
Heaven's grace, spiritually united creatures of the air, melting,
Intertwining, within a feathery embrace.
No harms a fowl will touch thou’s t, just listen for mine warnings
Call, and know I'm always near thee.
But love's dearest remains a loaf, shyly, coyly, beseeching,
More musical enchantment, from her ministerial of song.
So the nightingale sings, of the broken hearted lovers,
Lost to tragedies twisting of fates ill hands, never to touch,
Or join as one.
Than he sings as a hushed whisper, carried across the
Soft country side, at twilight’s stilled last hour, just before
The suns dawning is stirred, awaking the mornings rise.
She cannot resist him, anymore, the beauty has concurred,
The maiden's virtuous soul.
Oh springs lovers of devotion, feather thy nests well,
With precious strains, collected through life's weathering
Storms,


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My Kingdom

My Kingdom

When I’m in my garden
I’m a King, I have a throne
I sit here very solitary
I am happy on my own

All my subjects gather round
The birds, the flowers, the trees
And all those noisy Sand gropers
The frogs, and all the bees.

Canaries have a special place
They play music for my court
Often wild birds join along
As I sit wrapped in thought.

My courtyards are not tidy
All the bushes cling together
But hey, they give me so much shade
In our hot sticky weather.

So I sit and write my memoirs down
Like a good King really should
As I sit here in my kingdom
And I really feel so good.

28 August 2013 @ 1419hrs.


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Can I borrow your wings so I can fly

The weight of the world is on me and I want to hide
Hover in love and feel peace when I glide
I’m so low I cant even see the bottom floor
I need your help to get out so I can soar

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok

Let me rise above the clouds so I can leave the hate
Please help me to climb before it’s to late
I won’t look back on the sorrow that’s always there
I’ll enjoy the peaceful view it simply doesn’t compare

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok

If you need me I can dive down and carry you away
So you can leave your misery behind for another day
Forget your troubles be free and have some fun
Dry your eyes and heal your soul with the rays of the sun

Can I borrow your wings so I can fly
Rise like a bird up towards the sky
Leave the world behind that’s full of tears
Let me feel the power so I can beat by fears
I promise to return them to you the next day
But if my pain returns I’ll need them again to be ok



Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Bird in Flight

Sitting there late last night! 
I took everything in with my deepest breath about me.
I could quiver feeling the warmth sinking slowly in, 
I was covered over distances which I could now see.
I had left myself. 
I was gone again.
I was above and beyond the clouds,  
Soaring deeply with every one of my though,
Higher and higher I rose, 
Reaching loftiness’ I have never once felt. 
I was a bird in flight! 
Stunning with privilege I had brought.
Feeling myself from deep within!
Standing there that night, 
The radiance beamed all around me so I took this in.
And lo and behold, there I went again.
I could feel myself while locked deep with my thoughts.
I was absorbed inside by everything surrounding me.
I felt the depth that my eyes could never ever once see.
Loosing all truth of myself, every sensation my soul had caught.
Further and further I rose, reaching capacities I had never felt.
I’m a feather in the air, 
Gathering sensations inside of myself.
I lay there that night, mind, body, and soul with me.
I was calm with the breeze, 
Inside of myself,
Feeling myself!
And once again I was a bird in flight soaring so high and much too free.
I was locked sound with my deepest thoughts.
More and more I rose and impact for impact I felt.
Feathers of a bird in flight and one of me I have surely got.
Ever since that night, many, many things have come to me.
One by one, gathered by the sensations carried all over me.
Touching inside of myself, again, again, and again!
Higher and higher I climb to reach the very tipsy top.
Gathering it all, I am more of me when more of me can be felt.
I am the breeze in the air touching the many feathers these birds have brought.
Many feathers just from sitting here, but each the soar of the wind has surely caught.
I’m a bird in flight gathering all that is real or not and all that is captured in of my-self.
I am surely the feather that fell from the very top, 
Because I am now what then I surely was not!
I am simply that feather in the air falling loose and free inside of myself.

®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich


Details | Ballad | |

THE BRIDGE OF THE MORNING STAR

To rest awhile

In my Moondust’s arms

In a meadow of flowers

A shady tree

Watching her smile

 

I wove star flowers

In to her hair

She wove me into her heart

Never such love, so rare

Could be

In a meadow of flowers

 

We talked and sang

Until the sun set low

Fires lit, in reds and golds

Of loves’ glow

We slept

In blue wool

and silver stars

Amongst its’ folds

 

The first bird called to me

I looked up

Saw the first morning star

Shining steadily

 

Across the meadow

Above the trees

The early light

Caught the flash

Of the birds’ wing in flight

 

I woke my Moondust

Across the meadow

Is the way

The bird showed me

In its’ flight

Guiding us today

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We walked through

The flowers of the meadow

Moondusts’ horse followed behind

In that early sunglow

 

The rush of water could be heard from afar

The meadow ended too soon

The stream could be soon

Upon it…..

The Bridge of the Morning Star

 

Of ancient oak tree

Carved with magical hands

Its’ trusses carved with birds

On each rail, silver stars were inlaid 

A beautiful canopy of redwood

Completed this crossing

Carved on it, ancient words

“The Morning Star”

 

The bridge

of The Morning Star

As soon as the sun rose

Like The Morning Star

The bridge faded too

In the coming of daylight


Details | Quatrain | |

In paradise

In Paradise

She sits within a paradise
Near fruits of orange hue
Upon a book, so gaze her eyes
Beneath the sky so blue

The birds in wonderful delight
Sing in this morning hour
Beneath the sun so softly bright
She feels life’s gentle power

Then her eyes they softly close
Her mind goes very still
This lady [ such a precious rose]
Such wonder she does feel

The birds, the flowers all around
Become a misty haze
Another paradise she’s found
Which her, it does amaze.

She feels a presence everywhere
Her heart begins to sing
As she bathes within a joy so rare
That only God can bring.

15 July 2014 @ 1020hrs.

    For Isaiah's contest 'A poem in Paradise'


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Dreamer: The Wood Nymph

~~Dreamer The Wood Nymph~~ Dreamer the wood nymph, with a jealous heart looked on She wanted to trap Zeus the God and keep him for her own Immortal life her children would receive if a God she mated Although she may never age - for immortal children she felt she was fated. Zeus was her God, her man, even though Hera was his wife It cut her small nubile heart in two, the pain twisted as a knife She must practice her weaving art to catch and hold him tight, She dreamed of immortal children through days and into night. She flitted through the woods, in naked and splendorous beauty She tried all the tricks she knew right down to shaking her booty. Watching the birds making their nests she hatched a plan to snare To practise her weaving spells she began, for in weaving she had a flare. The little Ploaceidae or the small perching bird was the one she did choose She would practise her skills by making him weave, that’s whom she would use. A gregarious little bird, she taught him what to do With long grass and fibres he twisted and wove his nest anew. The first time it fell apart - but Dreamer the wood nymph practised with him now She needed it strong if Zeus she was to keep - it must stick to its bough The weaver bird learnt and wove a magic nest, so proudly he showed it off It held out the sun and rain and stuck tight - to the weaver birds our hats we doff. Then to show it off he invited, the females in to come and admire When one did like the design she moved in, and gave him his desire. Dreamer our little nymph that wanted to mate a God Decided to weave her house and invite him in, she didn’t think it odd. Her nubile naked form, she danced in the entrance grand Zeus spotted her and left the sky, she lead him by the hand They loved in the wood nymphs nest that she had learnt to spin so well Her child was born immortal but Dreamer the nymph began to tell. Zeus was angry at her tales and his wife was not amused He turned wood nymph Dreamer into a bird - now her skills to use. Her children now immortal, weaving through the continents Their little nests so competent because their skills were heaven sent.
For Tracie~ Indigo Dreamweaver's Contest: Dreamer the wood nymph who dreamed of imortal children but had to mate with a God to get them, her dream came true when he turned her into a Weaver Bird weaving their amazing nests forever. (not recognised mythology)


Details | Haiku | |

The Mocking Bird Sat

.

                                          The Mocking Bird Sat
                                          Quizzically looking in...
                                        Broken drained bird bath






(My bird bath is 
broken..The 
Mocking Bird
sat on the rim
looking at me
in the kitchen
like he was 
asking me 
what is wrong here.)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The First Fable of CharlaX

 The First Fable of CharlaX 
The First Fable of CharlaX 
 
A Falcon Cry 
 
 
The Falcon Cries: 
 He spreads his wings in vain attempts to dry 
He tells me once in a whistle WHY? 
Why cannot we fly? When will the rain let up and let me in the air? 
When will the water stop to drop on feathers so wet there? 
The Falcon Cries: 
A mournful sound so loud in quiet of early morn 
His claws dug deeper in the branch to keep from being torn 
Away from perching in the storm 
His sharpened beak at work to smooth his feathers 
He was using extra care no longer talking just to me his only whistle 
Told me many things 

The Falcon Cries: 
We disagreed with all the rain both the Falcon and the eye. 
Why can't we fly? 
Eye could clasp the bird to bosom and dry his feathers there 
A bird so wild and wonderful so hurt 
With all my tears for the Falcon Cry. 


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The Walk

It was a long walk, with time heeling at my shadow. 
(and somewhere miles away the garage door closed, and the exhaust flowed,
and a small dog died in her limp arms)
I was friendly with God. Only with small trepidation did I drink from the sordid 
chalice, minutes before, and decided that a walk, skip and a jump to nowhere is what I
needed the most. And so it was.

Block after block, stones in the pavement, the smell of creosote poles.
Delicate foil wrappers, industrial petals, She loves me not, she loves....
Sidetrack with backpack, it doesn't matter. I don't care. 
I'll be there when I damn well find myself somewhere. Which is where 
the trees grow bright, and the birds flit without flapping.
And the water forms misty and bejeweled, laying my mind out flat
like steam would fine linen. then I will sit and breath with an "e". You bet.

But first a small lap in a languid pool of solace, a tip toe through the forest afire with
colors borrowed from alien hands, a taste of spring time cum. Let me wallow.
God, friend, let me wallow in your mess of beauty, before I call it something.
Let me roll around like a goddamn dog. I want to itch and draw forth honey from my veins.
I want to suck sap bleeding from the tree, and dine on the lost sound of the whippoorwill. 
God, let me die a small death of beauty, and be reborn in an orgasm of **** all get out!
No qualms. Buddy. I love your work. It looks like you ****ed yourself a good one. 
And what came was all this edible goodness. Like Dali, I want to eat it. All. 

Now, like I promised you, I'll give back. I'll play your hypnotic song 
and sing to your soiled minions. I'll take heed in your loving whispers 
and open up my heart for your midnight snack. I'll clean up your moonspill
and read to you that silly book of yours, the one about the golden rule
and those twelve dudes. (Sorry God, not my cup of tea). 
Draw a bath for your daughters, and draw back the bow for your sons, and ready the bed for Venus.
Sit back and relax, ol buddy, I'll do the best that I can
then I'll grow tired 
and fertilize
your garden.

Oh. Now I can breathe. The song has left my lips for now.
I walked myself into a lovely stupor, and you showed me
the rainbow. And I raised your worms.
I played your song, God.
(I hope that somehow, she heard it over the din of engine and whimper of dog)
I played that timeless song, or you played me.
Either way, it's still the day
that the trees grew bright with sun
and the birds flew without flapping.


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A Personal Muse

an allouette

Bless you, my
Kralyks,
you have found your
niche
going to school far
away.
She texts me from
France -
“I’m learning the
danse.”
Skylarks inspire her
ballet.

Early sights and
sounds
(from her morning
rounds
vending tasty
religieuse)
energize her soul 
with style and
control. 
Skylarks - Kralyk's
private muse.  



Details | ABC | |

The punishment of the Paradise

I saw my dream fly away like a bird that escaped my body.

It is dificult to touch something that can fly like a bird because dreams are born to 
live free in the mind, as the birds to the skies.

You can see the dreams, but from the moment that you try to touch them they 
disappear...just as the water disappears in the desert if you go close.

Don't try to taste the apple of paradise.
See it but don't touch it.

Because the dreams keep all the secrets and the magic of our lost paradise.


Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved


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A Bird's Eye View of Life

               I CALL THIS THE PYRAMID OF LIFE AND THE BIRD'S EYE VIEW OF IT.



                                                            A
                                                         single, 
                                                       little bird,
                                                     is flying high
                                                  above a rainbow.
                                              Even though it is small, 
                                            it believes that everything
                                          can forever be accomplished.
                                        No matter how hard the struggle,
                                     it will work hard to succeed in it's life.
                                    Whatever comes it's way, it will be true
                                  to it's heart...and with the Lord on it's side,
                               the bird will be happy. Even if the bird does'nt
                              achieve it's goals, it will be satisfied with the life
                             that it has. Life is what the little bird will make of it.
                           The moral of this story is...no matter what life throws
                          your way...be joyous with what you have and cherish it. 
                        Live life to the fullest, as if it may be the last day on earth.

                                                    


                                                     Dawn D. Kilby 
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