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Some people – unpopular in stature –
Slip away into death unnoticed
Softer than a falling feather
That little earns a second glance
But the good deeds of their lives
Grow – recount a love that’s long
And with increasing strength – strive
To tell of hope that spans a marathon.
Others are taken with a shout
Heard far across the air waves –
Ushered by those in the crowd
To a biography and grand raves
And some die amid great efforts –
Succumbing to an evil deed –
And leave a hole as big as their hearts –
Hindsight is the mystery.
Still others leave unknown;
Their time becomes a strange gap
That hides behind a name
Clinging to a simple lithograph.
Above a ridge, knowing not how on
some parcel of a lucent dome, we meander
to breathe in the vapor of moonlight ,
gently burying her crown upon breasts of valleys
endowing a lush ritual: the great gig in the sky...
of trees rustling in a prance, of a wind
cascading unto a Celtic musicale,
glossy lips of dandelions that speak
to me through you, whisking our laughter
on the run so mellow in autumn’s new eclipse.
Even when jewelled stars play-- between us
and them—our glides become faster,
that the world heaves with us,
open to love’s charm undefined by time...
how we spill into a hundred portraits
borne from an unrelenting joy which hours
or money cannot buy...then forgetting what
ancient tales have revealed : the heart with fiery
ardour causes brain damage...going, going, gone!
Looking up, I hear you whisper, “ Touch
any color you want,” as hues change from
apricot to orange. Yet before pointing to the sky,
bold moonlight hides, allowing us to defrock
warm kisses under her gently dark silhouette.
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Titles: Speak to Me/ Breathe, On the Run,
Time, The Great Gig in the Sky, Money,
Us and Them, Any Color You Like,
Brain Damage, Eclipse
The streets are angry tonight
traffic ignorant of the punishment inflicted
driving upon their asphalt backs
Sidewalks click clack with a unsyncopated rhythm
footsteps tapping out a nervous pulse
the throbbing heartbeat of a city near cardiac arrest
lights grow brighter as night drips darkness
Into a black ocean sky
overgrown foliage hides a concrete park bench
my slumber berth for the night
The cement mattress is harder than I can remember.
Can't find any reason to complain
It's time to pursue an evasive sleep
Knowing the catch isn't worth the chase
Left only to wrestle treacherous dreams
The author of a broken rest
Car horns, gunfire and screams
Singing a lullaby off key
Bleeding through night's chorus of lacerated voices
in between brief moments of silence
Sneaks the moan of a lonely saxophone
Crying notes to a tune I've never heard before
Although it sounds strangely familiar
JSB
The world spins round and round in dizzy haze,
With maddening pace, in confusing ways,
We chase illusive dreams to reach hilltops,
But oft in a ditch of darkness we drop.
We lend our ears to clamorous voices
But often end up making wrong choices,
To build stately palaces on shifting sand,
To erect our homes on slippery land.
Truth does not rest in seeking fame or gold
Or in tales and stories cunningly told,
But in a feeling true, a steady guide,
That helps us navigate low and high tide.
It resides underneath the surface bright
Whence sprouts a soft whisper, a gentle light
A quiet voice conversing low, but deep,
Where sagacious secrets are safe to keep.
If we lightly close our eyes and breathe in,
Let soothing quietness enter within,
Do not heed outside noise, the hurried pace,
Real truth will glimmer from our own space.
If we seek with a distinct vibrant mind,
Leave the woeful worrying world behind
We shall surely spot serene stillness deep,
Whence the light of sincere shining truth beeps.
This truth is not always easily found,
It often hides on holy, hallowed ground,
In the depth of our heart, where feelings lie,
Beyond the surface of a simple sigh.
Such truth awaits us, calm and crystal clear,
Dispelling dark doubt and conquering fear;
Let`s eavesdrop with fine ears and we will know,
Which way our inner sparkling self should go.
Let`s not search for truth in the world outside,
Let us not vainly err by the roadside,
Truth lies not outside, but within ourselves,
In the profound depth of our inner selves,
Truth lies in linking with our inner soul,
A tiny atom of the divine whole,
In peeping deep inwards and understand
That key to happiness stirs in our hand.
Inspired by The Temple of the King
Lead singer: Ronnie James Dio of Rainbow
The reasoning ladder by which one can rise,
needs a wall of faith or it becomes a falling prize.
Purpose divine reason do not agree,
with earthy desires and reasons to plea.
The great factor of reason and possibilities,
provides every curse and bliss facilities.
Daring is preferred to face the fearing malady,
against all odds and wondering remedy.
While others astonishment is nothing but,
the limited ignorance reflecting in that.
To touch reality reasons have to rise above facts,
and words that hides reality from any acts.
Failure follows upon weakness somewhere,
wrong direction leading to the opposite end aware.
Death and life feels at the same time,
benefits by almighty realization prime.
The virtue of duty in its own pleasure,
done unwillingly becomes a slavery measure.
Critical tendency and its reason of an agitated mind,
pursuit the impossible is the magical kind.
Sensation is the shadow of exaltation,
worshipping love is the hand of creation.
Reasons why all learning becomes pale,
once divine reasons proof to be, the ‘Holy Grail’.
The day you left, time stopped.
My laughter quietly buried beside yours.
Home became walls without heartbeat.
Every sunrise forgot its golden warmth.
I still keep your empty chair.
Dust cannot erase your presence.
Your old shirt still smells familiar.
I hug memories instead of you.
Father, who hears my silence now?
Who blesses my trembling dreams today?
Who hides my tears from storms?
Who calls me their little girl?
I smile before everyone daily.
But nights know my broken soul.
My pillow drinks endless silent tears.
Darkness becomes my closest companion.
Every festival lights another absence.
Every prayer whispers only your name.
Every victory feels painfully incomplete.
Every failure longs for your embrace.
People say time heals everything.
Time never healed your empty place.
It only taught silent endurance.
Pain learned living inside me.
Sometimes I hear your gentle voice.
Sometimes I chase impossible echoes.
Sometimes I wake calling "Appa."
Morning answers only with silence.
If Heaven has listening windows,
Hear your daughter crying tonight.
Hold my shattered heart forever.
Until we meet beyond this life.
Kublia burrows into the snow
eating it is he goes
A hop, a skip, another sloppy lick
Fun fun fun snow is such a kick
Genghis peers out the door
sniffs the air and wants no more
This cold white stuff is just too much
who could play outside in such
Kublia hobbles with short legs
his big paws into the snow digs
Kublia tracks have such to tell
yellow snow in its path reveal
Ghengis steps out and turns in
slowly he's out and softly walkin'
He sniffs the snow and then he sneezes
shaking off snowflakes that dance and teases
Kublia barks and jumps and bites
eating falling snowflakes with all his might
Dancing silly my doggie clown
winter fun always to be found
Genghis growls and turns around
a little Grinch the snow has found
He walks and slips and even slides
hurrying back to the warmth inside
Two little dogs on a winter's day
one hides inside the other out to play
They make me smile deep in my heart
may the joy they bring never depart.
If love delays any longer,
and I make up exscuses
to commit myself and settle down,
this name will not be carried on.
Gray, brittle hair to a hide a face of shame;
hands with brown spots to show my age...
face drowned in worries...that I could have prevented.
Feeling death before it comes,
makes every tomorrow bleak,
days will be lived without scope,
just living them as they had no meaning,
fearfully waiting for darkness to come...
and cuddle up in a blanked that hides moonlight;
no kisses tasting like petals of roses to leave their sweetness.
If love delays any longer,
I'll have no one to embrace,
to tell my feelings with trust;
anything I will do will be worthless.
Built castles will tumble down and disappear
in an ocean that has seen only tragedies;
tears and screams will avail to nothing, I'll be a forgotten being.
Staring through a rain-pelted window,
couples rush to get inside and watch it
with delightful eyes to appreciate and admire
what Heaven sends down for an abundant season...
with cries of babies being born from wombs
of young mothers, who thank their Creator with prayers;
my last wish is that some will also be mine and call me father.
Betrayal feels like you've witnessed love’s death:
giving a new definition to loss.
And a storm of pent-up fears gets unleashed
as wishes and disappointments crisscross.
Feelings drift in a stupor of despair,
embellishing lies in need of screening.
And suitors consistently feign feelings:
their pledges of love hold little meaning.
Fate, inks your world in sorted shades of blue:
lamenting the colors of yesterday.
And truth hides under deceptive layers:
as lies are repeated day after day.
Memories fill you with anxiety
as dreams drown within a river of tears.
And feeling stuck in the past: your heart hurts:
recalling lost dreams and forgotten fears.
It's almost as if Beethoven, had seen her gamin face
And had composed a melody...to match her given name
My grandchild, sweet Claire Elise, I love your name, so fair
You bear the name, so filled with grace of fragrant springtime air
Each letter, bound together, forms a soothing lyrical sound
She has mischief set between her eyes...and with cheeks the color rose
Such a name that fits her many moods, like a poem so filled with prose
She is daughter of springtime, impatient as the seasons
Twirling like a whirlwind, never needing any reason
She's an imp, she's a beauty, she is like a butterfly's cocoon
She is living on the threshold, of a flower soon to bloom
Summer glistens in her raven locks, winter hides behind her pout
Autumn waiting in the colors, she is changing all about
Her beauty leaves me breathless, like the sound of her sweet name
Claire Elise...my love unfolds....a greater beauty still untold
Beneath the moon, beneath the skies, just as your name implies
You are the greatest gift, I've ever received,
You are heaven sent, on angel wings
From your mother's winsome smile
And the teasing loving twinkle in your daddy's gleaming eyes