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Get ready to release yourself from deep waters
Land on high grounds
Thrills surrounding your awed temptations
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You are ready to take your first flight!!!
To a wondrous
Space of wonders
Good morning to a space glimpse!
Luminous happiness sweltering
From a secure, sincere sunshine
Peeking from scarless sun
Careless of the background
Space of wonders
You'll be always remembered
In my photographing memory
Cherished as my own child
Remain mild...control the ship in a sprinkled space
Space of wonders
How could you mutter those
Floating inspirations?
Tripping on every verse
Keeping track of space life
Full of energy and renewal
The commotion from Earth
Has been on the duelist
It's inspired for awhile
Replaced with a remarkable universe
Space of wonders
How could you burn our hearts with threatening passion?
Hugging us in compassion
How could you mutter those
Floating aspirations?
Cherished as my own
favorite memory
Good morning to space life
Devious and uncontrollable
As slick as many criminals
Working as a one big team
To circulate around
The main sequence of trouble
Glisten as the star-filled sky
Along with warm, heartening rain
Good morning...
To you, oh glorious soul!
Your vision shown in space
Rolling in your circular face
Thrilling and tripping unsteadily
With an unstable way of living
Close the scene for a lightyear moment
Feel our diversity
Watch the stars roam about like syrup rubbing against a soft, puffy
pancake
Take your flight, you sunlit fairy
On a cloudless, scarlet sky
Shining as the sun
Swiftly diving down as a surfing dude
Open as the driven waves,
trusting the possible tasks
Put your task aside for now
Save it for leftovers
We are arriving in our zoo-like cage
Suitable for excitement and ominous worries
Welcome royal destiny!
Arriving on the doorstep of your front door
Along with a letter saying:
"Goodbye to midnight bliss!
Good morning to a kiss of gleaming space of wonder!"
If I could wave a magic wand and make a fantasy week,
I would rent some cabins in the wilderness near a tourist town.
And fill each one with my family’s love…butterfly kissing cheeks.
With all my children and grandchildren happily gathered around.
Camp food aromas would fill fresh air, tantalizing and good.
We would joyfully sing campfire songs amid giggles and sparks.
Talk about the “growing-up” days while warmed by firewood.
Each child snuggled under someone’s arm as happy as larks.
When darkness came, the moon would shine upon a distant owl.
Whip-or-wills would sing their tune; each child’s heart would thrill.
We would say prayers as a family thanking God for waterfowl.
Together on our beautiful earth, enjoying the quiet still.
In cabins nestled under the stars, amid the black of night,
Beneath scented cedars and pines, we would dream our souls to sleep.
Anticipating sounds of dawn and beautiful mountain sights,
I would lie awake and soak it in, remembering sweetness to keep.
Awakened by the sounds of dawn and crisp mountain air,
I would take my camera for a walk, photographing with flare.
In every bit of nature, I would recognize God’s care.
Thanking Him for sharing sights of deer, antelope, and bear.
When the week was almost gone, we would take a family ride.
And go to the nearby tourist town to shop and look around.
I would buy each some western clothes, feeling good inside.
And tell them I am proud that family love flows unbound.
On that last day, while packing up, we would hear waterfalls cascade.
All together, my children would work, singing a wilderness song.
As I, watching grandchildren, would thank them for good memories made.
Then, upon returned to each his home we could carry this dream along.
© October 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
The common men do not like me
So you sit me down, my spree, spree
I light my cigarette, the fire blazed, ardor, ardor
I'll make a dramatic plea, the another day, someday
I should have fled, fled, the moment you stopped, stopped
Heavenly, hysterically tunes, sinking in my fumes
Just the way your fingers are working in my hair, stroke, stroke
You drive that blue car and touch my head, only you can do this, kiss, kiss
Finger tips on my neck, wreck, wreck
"What if an old man like me would strangle you a little bit in the middle of the woods?"
You can hear me laughing, I can see you photographing
Stand up on that chair while I'm wallowing around you in the grassland, watch me from the clouds, crowds
You used me in all the ways you could, all good, all good
Cause that's how I see your photography art, by heart, by heart
Is that all? Recall. Me and my alcohol. Above all.
Is this the forest where I got all I ever wanted?
Can I get my man and little white dress back?
The smell of tears on my pillow and your's smell on my clothes, I'm fine, I'm fine, I wanna leave behind
Everywhere I go, I smell you and that little dark bluecar salon, I can't go on, go on
I see you in crowds and hear that voice that once told me the most beautiful words in the whole world
I follow you, the back of your neck and we fight with the trees, squeeze, squeeze
Why don't you do right? Like any other man, sad, sad
Standing in front of me while I'm smoking in your car, looking with all yout passion, action, satisfaction
Creeping around, 27 and 5 and dark blue car
Can we try another day?
Would you look at me like that day, the another day, someday?
Sunday part 2, sitting in that car after a long time
We never know how nature will surprise us…what she has in store
what sights she may put on display…that we haven’t seen before.
One thing’s for certain…we need to be observant…because she always finds a way
to show us something extraordinary… something different every day.
Yesterday was a blustery Autumn day in the mountains…
and with that strong wind nature was supplying
the leaves…once they left the trees…weren’t falling…they were flying.
Normally in Autumn in the mountains…with leaves of color all around
we sit or stand on our porch…watching…as those leaves cascade softly to the ground.
But yesterday as we watched the leaves happily floating by…
they were flying up instead of down as they soared across the sky.
It seemed to us these leaves were smiling…
holding their tips high up in the air…
riding the roller coaster wind
enjoying the moment…without a care
We hurried onto the porch and immediately began photographing….
and as the leaves flew up in front of us…we are sure we heard them laughing.
For leaves that are usually more reserved…their excitement they couldn’t hide…
It was wonderful for us to see…how much they enjoyed the ride.
It is a delight to watch the leaves fall….cascading softly from the sky
and even more delightful to watch…when nature allows her leaves to fly.
Yes… yesterday was another surprising day in the mountains for us…
standing on the porch…with the forest all around…
as we watched the colorful leaves of Autumn…
falling up…instead of down.
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when I am photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where I've gone.
One step wrong and I'm
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle my wide eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
I'm on a double gold helix,
Spider on her web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,
all the pheromones circled around me
without knowing, we will gather you all
and we make a world
you draw like the silver treacherous snails
pressed intersections
some over others in translucent layers
ah, here, this is the time you said
and we gather around
all around
extreme words and states
I was photographing the world with one cyclopean eye
cramming it into one night
glasses, cups, plates
how many sets I broke
stockings how many pairs I broke
a silky mountain to circulate mathematical butterflies
invented by the statistics of the managers
on the thighs
and house noises
on the dress painted by your hug
we were young
we are working on an abyssal constellation
our bodies craved warmth
and the hugs
and expectations
friends were watching us too
getting under their skin I was growing
move forward
I made leaves and flowers
and they gave birth to other planets
and other trajectories
and other plans were intertwined
we cannot say that the walking has slowed down
and neither did I forget
I waited until everyone arrived
so far away
that no sound was heard
shouting from one to another
density increased and voices
they were impregnated as the leaves in the geological layers
one of us will have to come
from the future
to research them
to understand what I said today
so far we have each come
that
it will be necessary that on the wall of this embrace
to give birth to children
let's give birth to voices that forget us
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.No one will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
I'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing,
I know that's how death will come,
Suddenly flying into another orbit
when you are photographing flowers.
It's not a gentle transition.
No-one will know where you've gone.
One step wrong and you're.
off the high wire
And plunging into the no safety net.
Flying for a while;
Jumping into hyperspace,spinning electrons
Startle your grey eyes.
Transiting the new black sun
You're on a double gold helix,
Spider on your web,
Knitting furiously
Into the future heaven on gossamer wings.
Butterfly goodbye,I'm off to see the stars.
And the black holes.Noone will come with me.
I'm shaking off,evaporating into mist.
I'm a flying saucer on a circus mission.
I can't say no to a new invitation.
Make it fast and break with tradition.
Time is passing smoothly till that break
In the music,I've been transmuted into a different key
someone else will play me on their violin
I'm a tune,
I'm a thought,
I'm a whisper in your vision.
Goodbye,darling.I'm under orders
Ready to leave for my performance
On the electric carpet.
Death dancing to a tune on a violoncello,
Arpeggionne sonata
i'm playing your words upside down
In a new foreign translation,
Accompanied by solo artists,ice cracking
I'm going in.It's too sudden.
I'm flying.
Spinning faster to amuse the clowns,
too many ups and no downs.
I'm going right out of orbit
I've broken the pull of gravity,
And fly with pure equanimity
Into my future life,
I'm off at some moment,
An instant ,a crack,a loud smack.
That was me passing.
It's on one of those cold Bengaluru evenings
When you've begun to contemplate
About how your life has led you to this point
of desolation.
Who are you and what have you done
To the energetic, happy-go-lucky boy
With dreams of building mansions on the moon?
And yes, to the world outside,
It may seem like you're playing a piano,
But there's something plastic about the keys
And toneless about the touch.
Your decisions are to be interrogated for the millionth time.
Who made this road for you?
And why did you take it?
Which signboards sing songs of success?
Are you really being yourself?
Or have you lied yourself into compromise?
Have you sold out your visions for superficial stability?
Your life of strolling the streets
And photographing the world
Replaced by scrolling tabs
And ticking boxes in task-lists.
And yet, somehow you manage to find
Happiness- across the table in the smiles of 'Bhaji' and 'Samosa'.
You find happiness in the excitement that
Drenched you in your pursuit of two free mugs during 'happy hour'.
You find happiness in the punjabi songs that
Console you in the moments of stagnation in life and in the lanes.
And you find comfort in recognizing
A moment turning into a memory
And as the mugs clink in the air,
In hands cold with doubt,
You say cheers to drinking mango cider in the rain,
Although you may need another stout.
You may need another stout.
LIFE ON SUNDAY
A JOURNEY
Into Mother Nature's, realm - this day - did I take a walk
Alone the river's edge - the edge of thoughts - with no one to talk.
Listen did I to the melodious music of Mother Nature's sound
permeating the air, reverberating in my brain, it was all around.
There, in the air, her sweet breath I had found
filling my nasal passages with delight as I walked upon her ground.
Her sweet breath filling my ofactory senses to the brim -
for some moments, my life's cup seemed filled to the rim -
giving life to the silent music of Mother Nature's, dance,
bringing thoughts of two - instead of one - onto the path of romance.
Life's Sunday journey into Mother Nature, was by chance
as a detour was taken on the way to Maple Ridge.
Before these eyes was the BUILDING of a bridge,
not one but two and my thoughts where of bridges BURNING.
The loss of what my heart had long been yearning.
All my thoughts Moneca, where of you
as I journeyed - nothing else could I do
but think of the good, then the BURNING of bridges, not BUILDING them.
During my photographing and hiking this day, thoughts of you did stem,
thoughts of, the BURNING of bridges bringing to the for
a realization, that standing among the ashes, you have closed the door.
This is what I believe and believe it is for ever more.
B.J."A"
2 MAY 19th 2009