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She Blossoms Before Me (rewrite)

Created Feb 22 2009 •

a/n - Apparently I didn't follow the Double Etheree form in the original version of this, so I rewrote it. Enjoy.

She
Blossoms
Before me,
The tender sprig
With youthful gazes;
Eyes of a shimmering
Sea draped with sunlight and moon -
Now she emerges - curved, breasted,
Innocence fading from her graces -
This child who once skipped rocks across the sky
Her eyes are steady (but they still twinkle)
Her hair is pulled back (but still untamed)
Her tired hands and feet travel swift
Alone along the moonlit pathways
As she is led by will;
Blue footprints follow
Behind her steps-
She is a
Woman
Bloom'd

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She Blossoms Before Me

Created Feb 19 2009 •

She
Blossoms
Before me,
The tender sprig
With youthful gazes;
Eyes of a shimmering
Sea draped with sunlight and moon –
Now she emerges, curved and breasted,
This child who once skipped rocks across the sky
Her eyes are steady (but they still twinkle)
Her hair is pulled back (but still untamed)
Her tired hands and feet travel swiftly
Alone along the pathways
As she is led by will;
Blue footprints follow
Behind her–
She is a
Woman
Bloom’d

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New Poem :)

Created Feb 13 2009 •

The Return Home (To The Sea)

I followed you to the sea;
Night clothed you in blue shade
And decorated your hair with sweet pea

Your glowing graces begin to fade
Between the waves’ whisper
Your feet step as your shadows wade

The melancholy of lost decades
Shimmer in star-whip err;
Reminders of your hair drift in sea-weed blades

I followed you to the sea
And while I stand on the shore of shades
Waves bubble at my feet and tell me

You have returned home
And soon, so will I

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Created Feb 07 2009 •

Give Me the Soul of Your Eye-Waters (working title)

Give me the soul of your eye-waters
Closed in sleep against the moon
- Silver beings and scents of the ocean
Escape from you, slowly blossoming -

We lie undisturbed with slumbering moths
Cast to us by the wind itself
Seeping from the mist and clouds;
Everything awakens the deepest senses
Just like the glittering youth of these tides

And as we listen, taste, feel, touch, and see
We enter the realm of the night
Passing the clouds above us one by one
The memory keeps the moon inside our hearts



To A Soul (Trijan Refrain)

The sunlit waters still whisper;
Every breeze I hear
Breathes heaven, an echoing purr
Rings soft bells in my ear -
You're calling me and I know;
It is your eyes and voice that glow
It is your eyes!
It is your eyes!
It is your eyes and voice that glow

I touch the sun as if it were
Your face shimm'ring so bright
A blue dream of rapture
As the sky explodes in delight
My hands tremble in my lament
And I asked if you were content
And I asked
And I asked
Every minute, were you content

All of the movement and clouds stall
As I again await
For your whispering sigh to call;
But all that comes is weight
And only time's silences groan
As I slowly turn into stone
As I slowly
As I slowly
As I slowly turn into stone

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Leonardo Dreams of His Flying Machine

Rated Jan 13 2009 • 1 review • video • youtube.com

One of my favorite composers conducting his piece Leonardo Dreams of His Flying Machine (text from the poem by Charles Anthony Silvestri). It gives me chills every time. Enjoy!

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Poem Update

Created Dec 16 2008 •

Hello readers,

Here are some more poems to share with you. I hope you enjoy them!

Momentous

The Earth seized in the gasp of the universe;
Only our bodies play in the sunlight,
Entangled in the shadows of the fields


Season of the Red Tide

I remember swimming in the ocean
Sea-salt skinned and cold;
I didn’t bring my towel
Because I wanted yours and
I knew you would warm me
Then twirl me into the clouds

Then came the season of the Red Tide
And the stench of death that wallows
-- Of the Sea blood! --
Dismay, wretched dismay!
I did not understand the sky’s limit
When you tossed me there

The beating drum of attraction
Still carries through and carries on
The air I once sung about and touched,
Now lost in the past’s nirvana,
Is engraved as a vague and permanent memory;
I have never discovered so many secrets

11/30/08


Nirvana

Nirvana has visited me –
A rare visitor, and rarer too
Amongst winter’s darkness
Except when it snows

Nirvana has shadows –
Nirvana has light –
Nirvana has colors –
Nirvana has scents –

Nirvana is a stranger –
Except when you come,
For you are nirvana’s descendant –
And when it snows, we are nirvana

Nirvana is time –
Nirvana is timeless –
Nirvana is life –
Nirvana is death –

Nirvana is no longer a stranger –
And it was your being
That showed nirvana to me
And I to nirvana –

Life goes on,
But I still have
A small shard of nirvana
To keep with me

And I am forever indebted

11/30/08

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Created Nov 09 2008 •

Part II of new poems. :)

Moonstruck Fireweed

I - Dawn

Empty quietude - - (elegant flowers
Sweep in renewal as the fire-river
Bleeds from the glaciers) cold dewdrop showers
Cleanse the awakening - - purple flames shiver

II - Afternoon

Mountain-breath exhales from the peaks and quiver
Beneath the valleys - - Flames burst in their rite!
(Eternity burns in purple slivers) - -
Sun loathes such a beauty! Embodied height!

III - Moonstruck

Sleepy flowers - - milking the purple night
Of blackness and starlight of the calm-tude
(A faint fire glows, ember of sunlight
Emerges from the rest of Moon’s interlude )

IV - Epilogue

Dawn is drunk, and the full moon is waned - -
Amongst darkness a purple flame remained

9/29/08


Nocturne

Sky-threads unravel
In wisps of midnight blue stars;
Two rivers entwine

10/08/08


Cosa Dolce Infante

Cradle the weight gently in your hands;
On it lays the preciousness of last full moon --
Silhouetted with bells of joy and eyes of constant sight --
And this heart sings to a sweet moon!

Deep slumbering, hush,
Oh tiny body, born from the life-ocean!;
Little feet, little hands
(Creeping to a star, the wind, the sun!)
Emerges the world in astute infant naivety,

In smiles and laughter,
Null of prejudice, null of wealth
For in its tininess lies human purity untainted;
And this heart sings for a sweet moon!
None who seems so little and young
Till this day will be yearned for in
Eternity

11/1/08


After Notes: Bohemian Reflections

A skeletal shadow in the weary night
Fumbles his change through his boney fingers
(Enough for a small sandwich at the café perhaps)
And wanders into the dust of the gaslight’s smoke

11/5/08


Winter Solstice Appassionata

The church bells ring, humming in the dawn-light
(It is wint’ry silver-white, glowing against your inner solitude of dreams - -
And these white snow-dreams drift from the sky)

My mouth whispers into the hushes of the tender morning,
Shining anew with life amongst sleep (and sleep amongst life),
Fragments of sighs – brushing your ears awake;

“Wake up my darling, it’s snowing!”

11/09/08

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Created Nov 09 2008 •

Ok, so I know that I haven't been posting lately, but here are some of my poems I've written in the past few months. Some of them are dated and some of them aren't because I just started dating them so I can catalog/organize them. Enjoy!

Dream, Inspire, Run, Dare, Hope (Or On Faith)

as a flame
Touching the moonlight
While clouds engulf
Whatever heavens
The sky conceals

Inspire – as the scent of summer rain
Which fills a mind
With serene clouds of floating
And all the Earthly pleasures
Of infinity

Run – as the wind along the grass
Carrying itself too quickly to decipher
Where it is destined to be;
Traveling through distant lands
Taking with it the heart of prayers

Dare – as the prevailing storm
Unleashes its energy and power
To replenish fertile Spring and Summer
With all the life and breath of Nature
And the beginnings of life anew

Hope – as the oldest tree
Which reaches its limbs towards the sky
Climbing ever slowly and patiently
To reach in its lifetime
The heavens beyond)
(Dream -

Two Hearts Laugh In Twilight

Two hearts laugh in the twilight
While smiles reflect the aura of euphoria
And further they disappear from the world
Into their own – into themselves
This I imagine, happily humming to myself
An unsteady tune of despair


When My Eyes Close

When my eyes close
I will touch the sun with my fingertips
Heat turning my skin into gold

When my eyes close
I will fly through the skies
Soaring with the gliding wind

When my eyes close
I will dance with faeries and sprites
Bringing their silver dust in my hair

When my eyes close
I will hold butterflies in my hands
Following them through lush green fields

And then, my eyes awaken
And my ears hear glorious silence
I will live another day


Planted Somewhere...

Planted somewhere
Between my chest and my stomach
Is a seed,
A fire of many suns and stars
Which births a million butterflies of ecstasy
And invisible arms hold me
Just high enough so I float along clouds of air;
A haunting and enticing melody
Finds it way to me
Forever engraved to be –
I have eaten your fire

In The Foam Of The Sea

In the foam of the sea
Darling, darling, come with me,
Into the slow-rocking cradle,
Just the stars and we

We shall not close our eyes
Against the depths of skies;
Tonight they’re our roof of heavens,
While asleep the World lies

Lullaby for an Invisible Child

How soundly you douse your sunny smile
And sweetly your eyelids glint for starry miles
By the hour you will hum the wind’s song
And silently by your crib I watch along

By midnight you’re in your little Eden;
A stony white stillness glows so peaceful then
And I wonder if you will dream quiet
Of yellows and blues and greens and violets

Or perhaps there will be standing there
A person to hold you and stroke your soft hair;
Though I’ve never touched your skin so pure
Or seen your eyes with a love so sure

Should slowly you take my finger so
And declare me giver of your stroke and hold
With full heart and love I’ll answer you
And wish-songs will be hushed and be true

Autumn Opens Silently

Autumn opens silently
As its draft comes, brittle --
Crisp air and leaves transforming
In meditation of
Still humidity --

Nature exposes itself
Against the chill
Descending into sleep
Ascending into inner awakening

When darkness comes earlier and earlier
Creeping against the World
Everyone sinks into monk-solitude
While something tugs at them with delicate hands

And all forces are extracted

9/21/08

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