Stars lit up the velvet sky
The salty sea breeze blowing
through the window of the old car
Dash lights illuminating the dials on the AM Radio
While Elvis and his blue suede shoes kept me company
My dad hollering out “one more throw”
As his cast net made the perfect circle
Fish jumping
Silver scales shining in the moon beams
He’d wade back out into the dark,
Knee-deep where the tide chewed at the bank,
Shoulders twisting in a rhythm
Older than the radio,
Older than the rust creeping along the fenders.
I leaned my head against the vinyl seat,
Warm air threading through my hair,
Watching the lead line sink beneath the foam
And reappear like a pocket of captured stars.
He never did throw just once more.
There was always another shadow in the water,
Another minute stolen from the night,
While the dial hummed low
And home felt a thousand miles away,
Right where it belonged.
Bird, Miles, Max forever jazz pride
In the realm where jazz and beats collide,
Bebop's swift notes and hip-hop's pride,
Rhymes like melodies, flows that ignite,
Improv and rhythm, taking flight.
Bird’s soaring solos, Miles’ cosmic sound,
Max on the sticks, where legends are found,
From chromatic whispers to lyrical bars,
Their spirits echo through city stars.
DJ Quik on the West, a storyteller’s grace,
Blending jazz’s soul with a street’s embrace,
A tapestry woven of history and style,
A global language, uniting mile after mile.
Inspiration sparks in every note and phrase,
A voyage of discovery, a timeless maze,
From the heights of avant-garde to the everyday street,
Music’s heartbeat makes us whole and complete.
Bebop and hip-hop, a cosmic dance,
Rhymes and rhythms in a shared trance,
Fly high, groove deep, let the music be your guide,
Bird, Miles, Max — forever in the jazz pride
Pre trauma schism, entranced flames loathe split,
bosom wave from spouse clung to,
oe’r miles of vast stark tract
my weary trudge along a hundred miles
through rugged roads lead my steps~
to a closed iron gate
And if a thousand miles
separate us,
I am happy,
That we know each other.
Because you're one of those kinds of humans
One can never forget -
because you are something special!!
For Pierre ;)
Parallel lines between railway stations
Nature cannot see the point
Fifty as the crow flies
In quiet twilight zone I walk alone
a hundred miles, the last path,
silent shadow lengthens.
Though oceans apart our love is profound
a challenging labyrinth ~
until we meet again
Long distant cry, how I pine for your touch,
a bridge of one hundred miles,
gaunt gulf beyond my grasp
golden haze of blithe recall, sunlit strolls,
heartfelt pledge, under green copse,
then transfer, post abroad
your dulcet voice on phone has me weeping,
though honeysuckle laughter,
creeps in, sinks a deep root
close union fostered, we dwell, dream, at dawn,
where that gem rimmed stroke of luck,
heralds my homebound trek
post trauma absence, dwindles in a kiss,
a gleaming eye rapprochement,
velvet voice hue’d dribble
winsome weekend yet return journey lurks,
seconds fly, olympic spurts,
solemn clock a spoilsport
resume garnet glisten threads of fond blab,
sonic swathe of peachy phrase,
from a glow world era
ramble through lush haunt on a spur or spark,
where once love’s first blush blossomed,
in time pastille misty.
a gurgling swirl pool, high tide torrent now,
engulf twin flame’s scarce resource,
random swing by mood boost
catch up at lightning pace, that traffic jam,
of wistful yesterday’s dash,
oops…yikes…booked cab in yard!!
Two frail wings tremble above the black waves
North calls through salt and thunder
One long hundred miles home
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Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 03.09.2026
I'll walk a hundred miles with thee for love
Ignite me with your passion
~ entwined souls never part ~
begins with one step out from being one
one I am and that I'm one
not a prime, but primal
Kingdom’s ways
Sunrises to Sunsets
Days into many tomorrow’s
Praising to the highest
Blessings for sure
Saw my life up close
Visions Heaven showed me
Virtues mounted
Night dreams
Skies to my heart
Spiritual wise
Creation Whole
Heaven’s Promise
My place to roam
Peaceful and Calm
Joyful and Prayer
My story embraced in Heaven’s name
Keep walking in the glory aim
Lead me on to where milk, Honey and waters flow
You know my name and have called me
Here I am
By and By understanding
The one day now
My Grand Mother often spoke
Now I know
Here I am
The walk and Talk
Here I am
in another state
or another country
anywhere but here
i want to travel
not just pictures on the net
i want adventure
miles away I run
trying to escape the hurt,
it clings to shirttail
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