"Hey, feelin' good was good enough for me, good enough for me and my Bobby McGee" ... Kris Kristofferson and Fred Foster
A grinning October moon bore witness to the quickness of desires
coiling soul-skin-insistent in a woman-girl and her own, Bobby McGee.
Two souls, just met ~ Bobby roamed, she lived in her parent's home ~
Stars winked, Venus blinked - they broke into an empty apartment. They
loved in tender-blending, soulful ways,'til the apartment had enough and
sun slices implied leaving time. Knowing she was a someday-conformer
and him, a free-faller, her heart burned when she learned he wanted more
time. He was her hippy-love fantasy, but she questioned herself - should
she pocket the forever-memory and climb out the still opened window?
The year passes
Days blend together
Will their melody linger?
Significance
In a tiny space,
Words are full of meaning; joy.
Capturing the heart.
Summer shakes hands with Autumn and says goodbye
The trees sway in the wind the leaves begin to fly
A multitude of colors blend together
Announcing the arrival of a change in weather
The rain begins to spill from the clouds
Bring relief to our drought stricken grounds
Darkness sets in the street lights respond
Puddles on the road look more like a pond
The cold air sends chills down my spine
I pick up my pace need to make up time
The damp clothing clings to me me I start to squirm
A hot cup of coffee awaits my return
The colours of arts
Blending of colours
To form new colours
New perspectives
A miracle
A rainbow of colours to choose
Not only for painting pictures
Life is also a choice of colours
A sort of varieties
A spectrum of feelings, sentiments
and wisdom
A sip of happiness, sadness, excitement or boredom
Do sprinkle colours on your life
Do add toning to colours
Do try to make life happier and easier
Please don't forget
Love is one of the colour
Imbedded in your heart
You can choose
To give life a miracle
momentarily life’s so strange,
I could be that squirrel
blending into an oak
in vertical climb ~
busy street emptied of cars
8/15/2020
When an indigo thought
in my broken heart
was touched by the gold
in your romantic soul
we found ourselves blended
in hue gloriously splendid
with a luminous sheen
in the shade of sage green
strongly believe
with what you said
very confident
with what you felt
it is a perfect expression
the pure glow
of a sincere heart
there is a love
no doubt
love in your eyes
love in your thoughts
full in a dream
there is a love
I guess that love
is a tango
have to careful alignment
needs a chemistry
the unity
blending in tango
if my love could choose
as what my wish
if my love could select
like selecting a menu
if my love could pointed at anyone
will not hesitate
to choose you
but love is a tango
and it takes two to tango
i still don’t feel the tango
tango in the moon
tango in the dreams
~ (c)Sukmawati komala ~
23 February 2013
I have a world I own
No use trying to change it
Rather to have your world known
Then to know its only for yourself it bleeds
The world has no care
Its an ever aging pretense
Have you the qualities to bear?
Simply to be renown to blend?
And you forgive the world... eventually
Seems the world always has its way
To be consumed inevitably
A changed you is always to say
Moments as always fleeing
Never enough to truly savor
Time... To always be borrowing
Yet of time to always waver
To have a world I own
Have u tired to change it?
Have you a world known?
Haven’t you a world to always keep?
The breeze from the ceiling fan circles my thoughts...
With two forks in the road no turns would be fought...
I stayed straight as possible, but some fruit I had to taste...
Some scars stay unhealed and small tears fell without haste...
With no mirror to see behind, forward is my ony way to fly...
Onto a place in my soul where I never question the why's...
Where I can sit and write without any left over fears...
From of palet of colors I blend with my tears...
Blending Colors
(Quatrain)
Dripping rain of jeweled light
dreaming of rainbow flowers
scattered sparkle day and night
throughout colored autumn hours
Behold the sun’s brilliant rays
large sky painting on display
moonlights romantic ways
lovely bright white winter days
But when spring arrives on the scene
flowers bloom brightly and gay
all the trees and hills turned green
the blue birds happy at play
Gold and red leaves falling down
their colors are near-divine
nature wearing autumns crown
like stars ever lasting shine
Fiery sun setting for the day
quiet evening fires are aglow
clouds changing from dark to gray
diamonds sparkle on the snow
Erich J.Goller
Copyright 9.5..2011
Standing in front upright
Everything feels just so right
He pulls his tie a little skew
As the guests settle in the pew
He gaze across the room
The best man has to settle the unsettled groom
It’s hard to believe he is always so cool
Probably worried he will make himself a fool
In walks the woman who mended his broken heart,
Friends before they discovered they could not live apart
He only have eyes for his wife to be
Her eyes are focused on her husband to be
He gently takes her hand
As they listened to the band
The rings a symbol of their love
The circle unending a sign from the blessings up above…
All the lies i hear,
All the people i see,
Blending into one!!
We are nothing but lies
Betrayed to be perfection
But i say screw perfection i am me,
And that is what i will be thats all i can be!!!
You can put on your little act,
Tell your little storys,
But when the world falls like it will,
Perfection will be the last thing u will fall on,
Becuase i would of lived my life and ready for a new begining!!!
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