Illuminating Night

Walk

2005-11-10T08:24:00.000-08:00

Walk on the sands,
With dreams undecided;
Mind that understands,
A reason that's divided.
Feelings of freedom,
Inside every shell;
When night's infinitum,
Into winter's spell.

Flowing of the tides,
With clouds going by;
Summer feelings asides,
Far from bird's eye.
Wintry's blowing blow,
Frost in the coldness;
Icy glowingly glow,
Always new and fresh.

Walk on by the dreams,
Realities and stars;
Faraway now all seems,
Some glisten isobars.
Flowers on a window,
Frosty and white;
Outside cold to grow,
More into dim night.

There is a Dream that Comes

2005-11-08T09:08:00.000-08:00

There is a dream that comes,
In like the new rose;
With the leaves of cerebrums,
When you hold it up close.
From treats of its flower,
Half open to the eyes;
Fragrance and willpower,
To realities disguise.

Never rooted to the ground,
Each stem it gives;
Only in dreams it's found,
And within it - it lives.
The book of my song,
On clouds that drift by;
All and each I long,
Like amplitude of the sky.

There's a dream that's there,
With pages to write;
Of stories we may share,
If they are within eyesight.
A book of each belonging,
Bread of life it's too;
Ways might be absconding,
Never seen clearly through.

Without Moving

2005-11-08T07:20:00.000-08:00

Without moving to anywhere,
Sweetness comes like a gift;
Sharing joy here and there,
Inspirational sight uplift.
The pleasures in the waves,
Bolts of blood and sky;
What's hidden in conclaves,
And the moments beautify.

Like the ocean in autumn,
And shells that go on shore;
The past is desideratum,
Without knowing what it's for.
It comes in steps return,
Close and sometimes twisted;
From it we must then learn,
For why it is so persisted.

Without moving we'll find,
What's touched time's breast;
Today's the roadway blind,
And to near futures the least.
Waterfall and the blooming,
In what your heart might sing;
The times are now resuming,
Before there comes new spring.

Remember

2005-11-01T17:02:00.000-08:00

Remember the dreams we had,
From yesteryears summer mood;
Rays from some colors we add,
That from our morning allude.
Initials of the deep earth wear,
Jagged with waves and rivers;
Blue dress of summer fanfare,
What the fresh streams delivers.

All that in memory forever is,
Like horizon pictures in the afar;
That glows but is lost like a wish,
The falling dim wintry way star.
Wild of the pummeled sands,
Footsteps that gave forth again;
What the feelings understands,
No one can search but in vain.

Remember the gust that grows,
Above every root that breaths;
Morn without name that shows,
All variations and its shibboleths.
Earth in its sound and silence,
Thoughts of your love and share;
All of your dearest acquaintance,
That no one else is to compare.

Night Time

2005-11-01T15:08:00.000-08:00

Night time I welcome you,
With dark from door to door;
Reborn shadows or the new,
All that is drifting here ashore.
Name of those still unborn,
Sparkling mirror like a glass;
Souls of shores wet and torn,
Living repeatedly life's bypass.

Each beaten guest of decipher,
Immortal lights of stars shine;
Those that are raw or yeastier,
Between the others and asinine.
Wallflowers that never will be,
Broken every minute this death;
Who kills innocent illegitimately,
Mothers in black their breath.

Night time grass in the morning,
Things of things without names;
The dreams each of my yearning,
Twilight of dawn broken flames.
Those that are in somber park,
Hurrying before springs of time;
Songs of the autumn dying lark,
All those rosebuds in life's rime.

This Day is Young

2005-10-06T21:57:00.000-07:00

This day is young,
And always sweet and always free.
So much to long,
And find out for you and me;
Of things to be eternally.

A blooming glows,
In a time and within every wish.
And as it grows,
To each splendor accomplish;
For all the world to astonish.

The night is there,
With full of wondering deep skies.
And stars so blare,
That dark to dark diversifies:
Like firelight and dragonflies.

For some will fail,
In their time and within their heart.
Each countervail
Is in them with bottomless swart,
Which a thoughtless thought will impart.

Certainty

2005-10-06T14:03:00.000-07:00

Oh summer birds are going now
with longings and dreams,
from autumn forest lowbrow
withering moments beseems.

My words, what's it I write?
in vanishing thoughts and lamp;
whiles of summer's last flight,
preparing new winter's encamp.

Every Word is a Way

2005-09-23T03:46:00.000-07:00

Every word is a way,
To the unsought moods of pleasure;
Meet the new coming day,
That fills the earth with more treasure.
Bring the gift and joy,
With every inmost care;
There are some moods to destroy,
Each coming up affair.

My thoughts are with the traffic,
The roads that move in time;
All the poisoning words acidic,
That climb up like a begrime.
The horizon deep and sky,
That falls from mood to mood;
All thoughts that can not die,
For they're everywhere bestrewed.

The road and its destination,
The place that goes to anywhere;
Fickles of your inspirations,
Going from moments here and there.
Thoughts that don't get through,
For they have been all over;
And it's all up to me and you,
To find that certain random rover.

2 Poems

2005-06-15T16:11:00.000-07:00

There is night in the day sometimes,
Scattered selves again and again;
Going around in their dark begrimes,
Laying their traps for their den.

There are clouds in the sky rushing,
Through hours of blue and to dark;
With breeze of their ways gushing,
In the hills with mischievous lark.

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Time will come again,
With beauty of all things;
Simple things and plain,
In the heart then sings.

When summer will rise,
In the blue and the green;
And each day diversifies,
What you haven't yet seen.

Through The Dreams That Are Gone

2005-06-15T16:06:00.000-07:00

Through the dreams that are gone,
In the light of none to-night;
There is swift in each their aileron,
Through the darkening of light.
War and wounds of sorrel dreams,
Blooming fields that grow on near;
Everything into the rustle seems,
When again the daybreaks appear.

The fantasies ruling within reach,
A single task like a prisoner's diet;
Accurate by far lonely to teach,
Logic between a try to be quiet.
Grows of walls of blank thoughts,
Within bared windows of no view;
Emancipated reason of a bowknot,
Without more unanswerable argue.

Like the roses and the dark daisies,
Poet's spring is drawing here on;
In close keep of sleeping coveys,
Till each the demurrage's fully done.
Transformed delights once more,
Coming through the summer's ray;
Opening hue to the colorful door,
In the clearings of a beautiful day.

The Day Is Clear In The Blue

2005-06-09T19:08:00.000-07:00

The day is clear in the blue,
Prevailing the drifting wind;
Sky in the gray and hue,
Covering the earth's tinned.

Forward look of the glen,
And forest in branches green;
All in the summer again,
Once where winter had been.

Love comes and sometimes go,
Through the sullen day lost;
Everything's from a while ago,
Into a time frame tossed.

Answers you did not find,
Walking through and plays;
Memories to some assigned,
Into gone thoughts pathways.

Beginning comes like an end,
The prime of our uncertainness;
Fancies crossing in the blend,
Clouds so light and frivolous.

Moods snapping ties to hold,
From the looks now going by;
Once so new and then all old,
In the clearings of blue sky.

It Is Late For The Day To Be Young

2005-06-09T18:57:00.000-07:00

It is late for the day to be young,
All the feelings that are coming new;
Like a day that begins in a song,
And sometimes only heard by the few.
In the time that is here at this stage,
Growing themes from the silence;
and shall plow its magnitude with age,
When it is within reach of acceptance.

I was born to sing of tomorrows,
That is surrounded by infinities ways;
What of feeling each time borrows,
And how colors come from grays.
I have chosen a theme that is near,
To my heart and of island serenade;
In the many waters that flow here,
And to the ocean again is conveyed.

Days that were young come and go,
With feelings of those that were once;
Surrounded by the infinities that grow,
From the memories of candescence.
In the time where the thoughts travel,
With the clearness where all begins;
We will have the incarcerated marvel,
Magnitude of late the state that spins.

Autumn's In The Air

2005-06-09T18:52:00.000-07:00

Autumn's in the air,
and days of memories;
it's this time of year,
in all gathering unities.
Flowers are withering,
to the colours of dark;
for summer is anchoring,
its vigour and spark.

The roads to new dreams,
in twilight now are;
and everything seems,
in a mood swing afar.
The silence are prolonged,
in travail voice foretold;
that sully moments pronged,
before winter's behold.

Autumn swings in moods,
from day to day that come;
world of different attitudes,
standing near and solemn.
Like the summer started,
patently now going through;
the autumn heavyhearted,
before its hue time is due.

All Dressed In Blue

2005-06-04T13:25:00.000-07:00

All dressed in blue,
winter in frosty dress;
wet and rainy too,
weather fury duress.

All dressed in new,
spring comes in seedlings young;
first colors impromptu,
where cold once sprung.

Summer dancing dream,
blooms fragrance and hue;
a thought flowing its deem,
for what a heart finds true.

All dressed in brown leaves,
a breeze comes to blow;
the moments go in eves,
and the rivers overflow.

Accidental Opus

2005-06-04T13:03:00.000-07:00

Just an accidental opus,
A song for another occasion;
Not to cause abrasiveness,
Just to settle some persuasion.

Just an Accidental song,
They were singing with a chorus;
A melody to get along,
To get sentimental and sonorous.

Just an Accidental passing,
Into an oblivion tune;
A thought here and there classing,
Into time's afternoon.

Just an Accidental way,
For whatever there inside is;
To meet the coming day,
And what a future may wish.

Abandoned Sundays

2005-06-04T12:46:00.000-07:00

Abandoned Sundays,
gone into the oblivion;
with refined absurdities,
my concealed aesopian.

Playing through a heart,
with a spiritual strife;
cobbling thoughtful impart,
what makes up new life.

Going to a Monday,
with a full new beginning;
past a root of absurdity,
that was before singing.

A Winter Prelude

2005-06-04T07:31:00.000-07:00

A winter prelude,
this song's going to be;
autumn will denude,
every summer tree.

And then it's gone again,
like the summer breeze;
it's easy to arraign,
to feelings of certainties.

A Secret Opens Like a Lotus

2005-06-04T07:20:00.000-07:00

A secret opens like a lotus,
Revealed on the ongoing road;
Which is your time and notice,
For taking away a heavy load.

Days are born worrying free,
And all is set to the forward on;
Nothing is too extraordinarily,
Until it's all one time gone.

What you have is to fulfill,
And give away to the new;
Climb over the forward hill,
So futures may there bedew.

A Quiet Dream

2005-06-04T07:13:00.000-07:00

A quiet dream
The woods are now,
In silences they seem
Going away somehow.

For winter glow comes
Glistening in snow,
And the frosty kingdoms
Surely will grow.

In still of night
Coldness comes forth,
Nothing there to ignite
From the north to north.

For winter glow comes
To give more frost on,
The frosty window blossoms
Will die again in predawn.

A Moment of Bliss

2005-06-04T07:03:00.000-07:00

A moment of bliss
and a minute of wish,
is all that I need
to move forward and succeed.

What comes and goes there
like summer time's lane,
what circles in each year
and we must grow and attain.

The flowers on the hill
and beaches and sea waves,
the days that need fulfill
and new thoughts enclaves.

A Dream Within A Dream

2005-06-04T06:46:00.000-07:00

A dream within a dream,
So lonely in the autumn still;
Wishes going in the air stream,
Never again to fulfill.

A dream within loneliness,
The moments we once had;
The day is now flowerless,
Down all this winter pad.

A dream within a stone,
So hard and cold of all;
The feeling when we are alone,
A day or two of appall.

A dream within the past,
From nights that were before;
The thoughts that didn't last,
And are therefore no more.

A dream within a reach,
That once was staying here;
And nothing left to teach,
Or nothing gave to share.

A dream within a thought,
That we once knew of some;
But time moved on or bought,
And never again is to come.

Midnight To Be Hard and Fast

2005-05-13T11:12:00.000-07:00

Midnight to be hard and fast,
To give up tomorrow's cast.
What will there be?
Just wait and see,
- Nothing forever shall last.

We are all made of gold dust
And moved to earth to adjust,
Of soul and heart
Feelings apart,
- Diversities if fire and frost.

Jaundice like yellow snow
Moments in space night glow,
Merry-go-round
All is there found,
- Both fast and as it is slow.

Refrain:
Midnight to be hard and fast,
To give up tomorrow's cast.
What will there be?
Just wait and see,
- Nothing forever shall last.

Planet and orders change
Like chicles to rearrange,
Moving forward
In states altered,
- Mystical bodies estrange.

Establishing of the new
Known to the very few,
In silences seen
Where none has been,
- And others in time will outdo.

Refrain:
Midnight to be hard and fast,
To give up tomorrow's cast.
What will there be?
Just wait and see,
- Nothing forever shall last.

All The Clocks Go On and On

2005-05-13T11:06:00.000-07:00

All the clocks go on and on,
With the time's withering bloom;
White pedals in clearings done,
Nothing to predict or assume.

Silence of nightfall will come,
In clearings of stars collide;
Who knows where time's from,
And what past hours applied.

All is in the numbers to fall,
Enormous forever eternity;
The clearings in time will call,
When past settles down to be.

All My Daydreams Come and Go

2005-05-13T04:32:00.000-07:00

All my daydreams come and go
Like the water in wave ways,
A thought may in a moment glow
Some are even for few days.

Love are dreams not far away
Like the wind with its sweet kiss,
That will come and joyfully play
Like the hours in a summer bliss.

Like an open view to the sea
All is fronting to coming night,
What belongs inside of me
Shines and falls one its flight.

Like Drifting Snow

2005-02-24T10:58:00.000-08:00

Like drifting snow the dawn comes in,
With feeling forgotten to the night;
All is in the flowing and the intertwine,
With the horizon and silent light.

The dreams come from dark passing by,
Smiling to and fro from the stars;
From deep blue rays of the waking up sky,
The twinkling light memoirs.

Strings from the harp playing,
All is from deep oceans out there;
Ecstatic skies of the unborn raying,
Life forces entwining to everywhere,
As the onto on hours are delaying.