Just a touch and go,
To leave me to and fro,
It let the odds to grow,
Wait for tomorrow,
Tempts for a blind follow,
A momentary stop in tempo,
Questions my ego,
Is it a flop show?
Before my senses know,
Just as a sudden blow,
It is established long ago,
Dreams score too low,
Never ever will let it go,
But what if played a dido?
Virtual reality sings as flamingo,
Says listen in toto,
Don't oppose the wind flow,
Be cautious and go slow.
Cruising southwards to LA from Sac
a midnight filled with songs ‘n Luna,
light-etching hills in a black infernal…
It was a leviathan’s back on which I
felt the tires unrolling a chilled grief ~
Owlish-full, a hypnotic moon, ‘n Dido
reminiscing tunefully about surrender
negating white flags and loves forlorn...
Inside the eye, a wispy face smiled hi
and gently slid open a papery fusuma...
Dazed, I held her gaze, so undead
Round face framed in softest ether
exhaling cool peppermint to inhale ~
Amaranth rains of fleeting gardenia,
mildly-scented dawn's astral gloam ***
(11/2/2020)
Sanmati, my guide, though is callow
Abnormal not in knowledge, not a bozo.
Negotiates well joy broad or narrow;
Merry as a lamb, sharp as an arrow –
Agile as a gymnast, as sweet as a cello.
Time and again found, never let her gizmo,
Ignoring angry love or any strict credo
Jib her down to cry and sit quietly in shadow.
Almighty will design her future like dido
Illuminating the world with skills and less ego.
Never be dull or extra-ordinary – no one follow.
In waiting...
for the touch of the ocean upon her toes
for the whisper of the tide in her ear
and the scent of salt-spray in her hair
In waiting...
For the echo of the dunes ,and sounds
of empty shells behind her back
In waiting..
For the falling of fresh water drops against her skin
and a crispy breeze cooling the air
In waiting..
She catches herself gazing
towards the fine line at the far edge
Watching ripples here... and there...
beneath soaring sea-gulls
Seeking a reflection in waters
where once pebbles were tossed
Hearts drawn, and short novels read.
In waiting..
She strolls along the sea-shore , She wonders...
Is it the same ocean,sand,tide , that He lstens to,that He feels
Is it the same ocean,sand , tide that He shares ,that He sees.
Is it the same sunrise which kisses her cheek-bones
that warms up his breath and dries up a tear
Five hours and five million miles away
Is it the same solitude that captures
his moment ,without her return.
In waiting...Always...Forever... In waiting
Inspired by Dido 's song 'Sand in my Shoes '.
The quest to conquer primal urges fails,
Our bodies constitute divines and bases;
The splitting whereof inner peace travails,
Nirvana glows when Reason, Love embraces.
But high or low can Reason’s balance tip,
For starved or glutted Love does dim the weight;
Each sway portends a waving sinking ship,
And wrecks on ocean floors are past cure’s date.
To calm the swelling seas of Psyche’s plane
Means I must navigate the flames of lust,
And ace the testing fire like Sita sane,
Or burn like Dido back to ash and dust.
The outcome’s vague when beating passions bathe,
Yet hope have I to walk the blaze unscathed.
He whispers to me inside my dreams
A familiar voice with love that brings to me
All of those feelings that were so common when
It was just him and me, our dog and our bliss
I find myself talking to him of every day things
Just like when we used to be the best of friends
I say that I’m cooking our favorite meals
And then going to watch a movie entitled “Ghost”
It was his movie, the one that touched his heart
And it could send shivers through anyone’s spirit
All about a couple who were forced to live apart
One in the world and the other in the world to come
Now when I dream and awake with a start
I feel him near me, almost like a soft touch
But what truly sends shivers along my spine
Are the words dido he speaks from the other side
August 30, 2014
Listening to a lot of soft music is seriously relaxing and soothing. And when he or she is listening to that type of music, it's as if he or she's driving throughout the entire city until sunrise. Soft music consists of "Take My Hand," "Don't Slide," and Sand In My Shoes" by Dido Armstrong, "Blue Monday" by Flunk, and other artists. Although the music may put others to sleep (but it's not that bad and all), but the music is still relaxing. I wonder if there's going to be more artists to record some soothing music? I guess I'll never know.
Happy birthday dad
I know that with our Lord in heaven your ok
and sorry that I carnt call or see you today
although that you have gone
our Love and your memory always lives on
happy birthday dad
you are sadly missed but never forgotten.
with all my love your little dido and your grandchildren
dont worry dad we safe now we carnt be hurt no more
God bless xxxxxx R.I.P.