As I have grown older, so many things have changed, from the things I dreamt of and those I never had.
Now it doesn't matter as I sit in my chair, you speak, advise and I listen but despite your mediation and ideas of immersion I still just sit.
How things have changed, how many people have gone, and still I just sit looking at the world, I have seen so much, that now I feel neither desire or aversion to the way people are.
I started as a man who set myself standards and managed peoples expectations, but here I still sit with all those conditional beliefs discarded.
People come, people go and night continues to follow the day, as I feel things slowly slipping away, I think about my final farewell, I won't say what songs to sing, just ask that all have a hymn to hum, hummed in your own special version.
GOODBYE
The flawless Nebraskan sky hummed her blue tunes as I drove to work along that silent gravel road. Elegant white clouds wept as they gazed upon the chaos and dead innocence unfolding across the country.
I stared ahead as adrenaline carried me toward town and the need to begin again. The sounds of screams that had jolted me from my television still jolted my heart. Fireballs of horror exploded within my frightened soul.
Hours passed as I tortured my mind with gruesome details no one should ever have to know. Falling bodies and broiled flesh were too horrifying to imagine. The thought of a looming war was beyond my comprehension.
One quarter of a century has passed since that unimaginable Day.
If you don't remember that Day, then I envy you.
If you do remember that Day, then I hope Peace has adopted you.
I had heard about the legend of her lips,
so, at the sight of vermillion moonlight,
shimmering on turquoise ripples at twilight,
my soul ventured, craving the sighs of her sips.
Fate led towards a path of wooden shutters,
amidst the silence, silken whispers enticed,
upon her vision, all speech was sacrificed.
My heart danced like velvet butterfly flutters.
Her lips resembled two petals yearning for rain,
with an innocent blush resting on their tips,
curved liked sacred, unwritten poetic scripts,
I surrendered my muse for her kiss to drain.
They seemed to tremble, waiting to be explored.
An unspoken allurement composed through her eyes,
where she veiled a threshold of nectarous cries,
like dawn, we merged as the moon and sun adored.
In neroli mist we melted like molten gold,
lost volcanic spirits spilling in lava lust.
Her wildfire swept my senses like a spiced gust,
as hummingbirds, hummed about secrets untold.
There was a sinful sweetness in her caress.
In her sanctum, I forgot the essence of 'me,'
as her taste turned a blank page into poetry.
A rendezvous, which ylang ink cannot confess.
Woo-woo, The mystic eyes of Megan
paint life in blue and grey,
no glimmer of sunlight
breaks through my cloudy day:
our footprints have been erased
by the drifting breeze that
even dissolves the lovely thoughts
thoughts we wrote on the dune
with childish whim and delight,
while we hummed a happy tune...
feeling mellow, not sad!
Wpp-wooo, we resemble
dry leaves falling off
a shedding tree branch,
standing over the foggy ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn
and comfort grieving goldfinch
waiting for days in vain:
she has lost her soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
Woowoo, the mystic eyes of Megan
paint like in blue and grey,
there's no sunset, no dawn;
ditch your silly monotony,
brighten your day.
I have been patient enough
to tolerate what I don't deserve,
I have been too kind; I often laugh...
hiding this anger I would like to unnerve!
Woowoo, I am that lover who satisfies all desires
be forever true, don't cheat on me:
woowoo, this beautiful thing is simply
called love, honey;
no woman has ever told me lies,
I love endlessly,
I demand sincerity!
The mystic eyes of Megan , not sad!
paint life in in blue in blue and grey,
no sunlight breaks through my cloudy day;
our footprints are erased
by a drifting breeze that
even dissolves the thoughts
we wrote on the sand tune
with childish joy and delight,
while we hummed a tune,
feeling mellow, not sad!
We resemble dry leaves falling from
a shading tree branch,
standing over the quite ranch;
does anyone catch them
to remind us of Autumn,
and comfort the goldfinch
waiting for her three days in vain:,
he has lost his soulmate.
Don't run from me again,
don't be more cruel than fate!
The mystic eyes of Megan paint life in blue and grey,
ditch your useless monotony, brighten your day;
I have been patient enough
to take what I don't deserve.
I have been too kind, I often laugh,
hiding my anger I like to unnerve!
I'm that lover who satisfies all desires,
be forever true, never cheat on me;
this beautiful thing that thrills us
is simply called love, honey.
no woman has ever told me lies:
I love endlessly, I expect sincerity!
,
Oh spoolies, tiny pink oracles,
you slept in bowls like moons at rest,
each one dreaming its own curl
before dawn could intervene.
At night you whispered to my hair~
odd little spells of twirl and tilt,
summoning spirals that rose at daybreak
like miniature whirlwinds of hope.
I swear you hummed among yourselves,
plotting mischief in the quiet drawer,
waiting to crown me with morning magic
spun from your soft, improbable dreams.
Truly beautiful she was; I saw from afar
I seek closeness yet she belongs to the star
Such enthralling blush of her tulips brown
And such glossy hair by her twinkling crown
Certainly her violet eyes are nymph of serenity
That surely would lure me beyond eternity
I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
While she softly hummed and loitered within my dream
Merely a dream is I could hold her courteous hand
And wander within our laughter over my fairyland
O' these heart's desire so blazing and fiery
Much like a blossoms of gorse; golden and glittery
I crawled within my dream and watched her waves of a sea
And watched her with my weary eyes across the same lea
Beneath the same pearly clouds and sphery moon
I loved this quiet evenfall and her
soothened croon
With gladness I laid beneath the Hawthorn and see her go
While she soflty sailed to where my rivers never flow-
And I parted my heart's desire to the gentle stream
And it speaks,'Tis a love not merely a dream'
Light vanishes upon his leaving
with the final grip of dusk--
the perfume of asters wisping softly
and I am by myself again...
alone into the restless clang
from winds booming ;
a melody which makes noises
louder than my roars--
and within luster of stars,
I long for lusty music
those whispers of craving hummed
where smoke flares of red summer days--
my man slowly slithering
lifting from brewed flames.
his sun over a raging river
propelling layers of dusky groans
and peaking drips of sweet sweat :
alienated, the cloud spills a thousand
secrets of co- owned trespasses.
How morning spills tantric samba notes --
aromatic robusta beans stinging
my damp eyelids ...my fingers
love- drunk on desire this mouth
sipping coffee dark, stark black
that not a tincture eases this heart.
The halo slipped and landed, in the hay.
The fox bowed low, then carried it away.
The sheep were counted; one counted back.
The wool stayed white; the ground slick black.
A wooden gift came from nowhere, bearing no name.
The gatekeeper smiled, with no one to blame.
Inside, soft footsteps danced with borrowed names.
Around the gift, their roaring fanned the flames.
The music hummed; the horns kept perfect time.
The fox and hounds perfected every crime.
Which mask was face? Which face had paid the rent?
The mirror winked, then claimed it never meant.
So lock the door, but leave doubt outside.
For even keys may volunteer as guides.
Question each gift that knows your name.
The brightest bargains rarely play, a fair game.
The inbox filled with some strangers dressed as friends,
Each knew exactly where any, and every, suspicion ends.
One showed my name before I'd written mine;
How long have counterfeiters, rehearsed that line?
The gift horse waits until celebrations start.
The fox still knows which strings to pull apart.
New masks grow old; old riddles keep their guise.
Deceit still knocks, once, twice—asks to step inside.
The view of see through sea
The pigment of my own eye lid
I hone myself within with all my ability
I hummed a beat that I could and did
That this method could bring me down to earth
That first experience of birth
I journey through my thoughts
I passed the vein that I see and cought
Like a river that just awoked
Like an energy that could not be choked
My eyes are still closed, but my mind seems open
My movement and breath I could listen
This take me to one thought my heart
This is all within all living things chart
One day you have to shut your eyes
Become one within a journey that defies
We danced with joy, with so much love, we moved across the floor like the wind across the sky.
We laughed and smiled, like we were just born, we felt so happy, like we just got our first taste of ice cream.
We loved like it was our first love, our blood was so happy it pumped with extravaganza, making us feel amazing.
We danced for the moon and stars and all of the galaxy took notice, they hummed and sent us love messages.
The birds glided through the air and danced and sang love songs for us all night long, it was like a beautiful summer night that lasted for hours.
Dancing with you my love, is my favorite, it made me feel like we were one in heaven.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
As the music slips away
past melodies,
the crowds disperse
sliding into long exit lines,
lingering on hummed memories,
layered in echoes of concepts
still longing
to fool us again.
I'm not sure if pride matters
anymore as we pick away
at the pieces
piled in last-in
last-out stacks,
in the undertow
dragging at the depths,
tugging loose the scores
and scripts embedded
in layers of mud
on the seabed.
she get off by what she's wearing
I like her best with nothing on
she'll forever tickle my fancy
long as I can keep her in my arms
whats the need to go out dancing
we can do it here at home
a specail night with such decription
is just you and I alone
Concerts coming we rehearsed singing
I sang her a serenade
the background singing hummed do whu swinging
til I cued them to sing
I got all caught up in the dancing
I stumbled from line to line
my lady stepped in for me
got my back on track and in line
what this fussing about this being fancy
when the nights with you
I love the audeince we're entertaining
keeps us fresh and all renewed
Morning light drifts soft and meek
through cottonwoods that lean and speak,
their shadows brushing childhood’s cheek
down by old Duck Creek.
Barefoot summers, warm and slow,
grass stains where our young dreams would grow,
the world felt small enough to know
down by old Duck Creek.
Cicadas hummed their dusty tune,
a cloudless Texas sky in June,
and time moved gentle as the moon
down by old Duck Creek.
Now memory walks where I once ran,
a grown heart holding what it can,
still hearing God in wind and sand
down by old Duck Creek.
The angel came to cheer the poor baby.
She sang soft, hushed, drawing near,
rocked the child so lovingly.
"Sleep Darling," she hummed -
a lullaby to keep the night mild,
on her gentle face, she smiled.
When the child slept she rose to roam,
to comfort other children far away,
to guard their dreams where shadows comb
Elsewhere, at the quiet night air
small ones pure fast sleep,
their cheeks unmasked by fear or care.
Then night's hush shattered by fire and pain
a bomb from hearts of fire killed them,
while mercy vanished in the rain.
There for the innocent children slain
unseen by indifferent eyes,
she stood, her heart bearing the pain.
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