Wrote this today sitting at Coniston Water I'm blessed to live in a very beautiful place. Picture on my homepage is steamboat on Coniston Water.
C oniston Water simply breathtaking
O h the joy of nature, sets my heart on fire
N ever felt such peace and beauty
I n everything I do I thank God for peace
S imply mindblowing views all around me
T his is the best life to be free to be me
O h what bliss, oh what joy
N ew dimensions to life I feel today
W atching people's faces, fascinates me
A nd every face tells a different story
T heir eyes say it all, joy,love,hurt, pain
E verlasting peace, joy, love I wish on everyone
R eally just ooze kindness out my eyes to all
I love nature, Water, flowers, trees. Today my camera been so happy clicking away so merrily, capturing beauty everywhere.
Mery Christmas: oh thanks honey (they Kiss) and a Merry christmas to you!
Two turkeey's and what a big peice of beef!
We doing it up this year aint we: yeah I wanted our last
Christmas before the baby to be specail.
Something to compare to throughout the years. Valintines Day is
the due date.
Ya'll some romantic people aint you. Huh: we aint had thyme to reherst anything
but we still singing! That's right not even orgazition
or should I say the lack their of stop this show!
We sangin Christmas songs tonight!
Just then that mean ole Mizzer came to the door
ya'll aint singing nothing up in here.
Gone out in the barn sing out their.
Not even a compasion for Jesus could
melt your chilly heart. We singing here tonight mister!
IIf ya'll is ah singing then
I is ah leaving said the man, who
appeared to be husband to the pregant woman. I aint putting no stress on my baby
and the way ya'll sing is quite stressful, all that
blue humming and grunting and all those yeah:yeah's.
Un amplified classical singing. we singing here tonight: the other woman clapping that's right! Singing tonoight!' Of his coming, his devined nature and his earthly role!" Yeah Jesus oh Jesus!"
Faces all on fire,
eyes catching the dancing flames~
light in their pupils,
dark fireplace gathers each gaze
keeps them when eyes look away.
Wood splits and whip-cracks,
sparks surge up into night's arms
like stars finding night~
the fireplace adores show-time
in its arena of stone.
Ash calms burnt embers,
stones lament the loss of light
warmth without a flame~
the fireplace cradles the shape
of what can no longer burn.
Smoke has lost its verve,
curling up now from the seams.
staining blank-faced stones~
glowing warm in the half-light
clinging to the afterglow.
Dark, damp, and dank now,
night has drunk the final warmth
Cold soot scents the stone~
the shiny green-black hearth waits
keeping winter for the years.
Morning finds no glow,
only the smell of old ash
clinging to the stones~
the fireplace dreams of footsteps
time itself tending the cold.
The last ember died
while darkness quietly drank
its final warm breath~
the hearth retains every face
beneath its moss and silence.
relished photographs on the mantle buried in dust
I water the garden flowers
In the early morning glare
They bloom brighter after hours
Later, in the fresher air
In the coolness of the evening
Flowers smell more vividly
Their scent reminds of feeling
That you are here, close to me
We’re just sitting biding time
Till it gets too cold to sit
Faces blur, and shades entwine
There’s no ground beneath our feet..
autumn has many faces, yet she is never bereft
facets of her cheer, joy and destiny toward death
I see her in walnuts, acorns, and the bark of trees
love prances in her dropping, gliding multicolored leaves
A pit of molasses
devoured my glasses.
Coiled tendrils rose
to seize and dispose
of treasures unsighted
so minds are blighted
with flaming contusions
and twisted confusions.
Faces glowed scarlet
like strawberry tartlet
when things sailed
from pockets unveiled.
If it were ever possible to be seen or heard,
it would amaze me
to find myself inside you
my shape carved
by the harsh reality
of what you made of me.
I am a thing—
a jigsaw of
your silent prayers,
crumbs of curses,
you never spoke.
I refract through every lens,
I might appear to fight your demons,
then sit and praise them quietly,
or I might orchestrate their evilness,
just to watch your breathing fade.
I could be the waiter six feet under,
serving dinner to worms,
on a cold night.
I could be the hand behind the barrel,
aimed at your beloved face.
I might be the one beside you,
in your daily ride to work,
or the friend,
who loosens the weight in your chest.
I could be a stranger
surviving on the sidewalk.
I can be the air you breathe,
and still
you would never meet my eyes.
I could be you—
or a part of you
that sparks every doubt
and silences every certainty.
Through my words,
we could face each other,
for minutes,
like a passing coffee,
or for years,
aging quietly
inside your thoughts.
Or for an eternity
walking beside me
unraveling—
undoing your existence.
You can't read a mind, but you can read a face
Just watch over time to see emotions that race
Expressions revealing rejection or jeers.
Enough to chill anyone, confirm paranoid fears.
There's the expression "We will crush you"
And "You just don't get it, but we hate you."
A face that can't hide a nasty plan
What can I do? I'm just one man.
There's the face that says I'm a cloying fool
Then there's tones I never heard in school
There's the tone of dripping contempt
How do I deflect that, even make an attempt?
There's the face rehearsing how he'll beat me to a pulp
I look at it and let out a nervous gulp.
Skeptics say I expect to see, then I fill in
But if half is true, my future is grim.
The are the words too, that sometimes come along
But the interesting aspect is the rest of the song
Maybe it's the brain controlling muscles, controlling eyes
That makes the inner feeling break through the disguise.
This preceded talking, in our evolutionary past
Another way of knowing, that some dismiss too fast.
You can know much about a man, just by the way he laughs
Know with who to hunt the wildebeest, with who to forge your path.
Oh yes, I still remember you.
You taught me about the blues
and everything that's true -
that life is just to lose.
I savor my identity,
I'm a loser, not a fake.
But, for you, I'd never see -
though, credit you won't take.
From here until eternity,
It's with ecstasy, not shame,
that I know with certainty,
you'll never call me by my name.
Some enjoy a masquerade,
Some like to pretend,
and live within the parts they play
until the very end.
Familiar faces by heart sought,
a state of delusion,
for we are not still as we ought,
bound to mind’s confusion.
We know when heart has thawed,
that each form’s breathed by God,
knowing that leaves us awed.
Ego retraces ~
Familiar faces
It comes in many forms.
For love is not always peaceful.
It is the friend who laughs beside you in chaos.
Sometimes it is holding on,
sometimes it is letting go.
Love lives in forgiveness,
for it is not just a feeling,
but in unseen, quiet acts
"yet strong enough
to hold the world together."
I feel for the G I's, i am agahst.' Lets try this
Surmise.? They are to fight to deflect the
Heat of the files.? Is what I get.' Just like
the survivors; pawns for human value deniers.' Damn well makes me sick..
So i'm giving the planners a virtual
Kick.)
Forgotten faces
We only get one summer to remember,
The rest blurs into a haze.
This one had lasted long, and the girl
I lived across the river, a beautiful little stream
that serenely floated down to meet its doom.
September, still summer though I knocked, a neighbour came, said she had gone abroad, a Dane.
Unseemly haste! I smiled, shrugged my shoulders,
women! And I suffered the longest night.
Daybreak brought a chill; dark clouds congregated it rained.
Years later, I was in a bar in Copenhagen, an older woman with
too much makeup
on her haggard face, but those eyes, a memory stirred.
Her hands shook when pouring beer into my glass,
long nights, she said, and swiftly left, and a younger woman
took her place.
I left too,
outside, I looked up and saw
the curtain on the first-floor move;
those eyes.
I had seen them before but refused to remember.
An object with faces six
A combination of values and variety mix.
A part of game,taken as challenge
Played for fun,not revenge.
Every roll of the dice
Needs some trick and attempt, wise.
The face with one, has a value small
Helps one win,stands tall.
The face with two has a pair
The credit both,equally share.
The face with three is a trio
That shows up ,with the right brio.
The face with four has two pairs equal
With two and two,that make a sequel.
The face with five,has a member odd,
Yet,is strong,oh! my God.
The face with three pairs is a six,
All in one frame, together fix.
Each face has its significance
That really makes a big difference.
The fate of a player depends on the dice roll
One needs to play wisely, to reach the goal...
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