Into The Night and Time

Here I am going again,
Into the night and time;
Following ways - in vain,
What I am not - I am.
Stranger in thoughts to be,
Giving and taking some;
Following wings quite free,
Just to again overcome.

Corners turning around,
Confusions missing point;
Something to someone found,
Like a sound of a juke joint.
Quoting words said before,
Letting them flow in easy;
Knowing nothing for sure,
Everything's around breezy.

Centenary forest and city,
Among branching and boughs;
Writers - sometimes so witty,
Growing their torn and rose.
Feelings like arrows in air,
Splitting their crystal curves;
Lying around being a mere,
Coming to please when it serves.

Taking The Easy Way Out

I'm taking the easy way out,
Everything needs to come through;
Like flowing of lights about,
Always from nowhere to new.
The circles go around in a line,
In moving both fast and slow;
It's hard for the eyes to define,
What started there first to glow.

There is nothing certain here on,
Only few established ways;
Soon every new trend is gone,
And uncertainty again there plays.
There is no need to be too sure,
For everything in relativity is;
Like wave motions on ocean floor,
Same applies to all of this.

Try taking the easy way out,
And find out your best of luck;
If something will be there in doubt,
You need not become ever stuck.
So try to establish some ways,
For everything goes to the dust;
Colorful point for a while plays,
Soon every mode becomes rust.

Merry Go Round The Days

Merry go round the days,
Tuning and turning the tides;
Love is fair when it plays,
Shadows in winter that hides.
Come give me some pleasures,
All is changing with time;
Afternoon beams reddish treasures,
Floating in blue splendid prime.

Fog like the snakes on crawling,
And going into disappearing mist;
Light changing forever falling,
All in winter's twilight twist.
Skin of the clod and the dark,
The changes are never the same;
When dime comes up in its spark,
Burning a dark red blue flame.

Merry go round the days,
Years just for moments will be;
Rusty old memories ways,
bring back the treasures to see.
Gobbling moon flickering light,
Taken the days far away;
What is the meaning of this night,
Inside the emptiness and gray.

Come give me some pleasures,
All is changing with time;
Afternoon beams reddish treasures,
Floating in blue splendid prime.
I have my doubts for a while,
As the moods are chancing life;
All is with its colored style,
Soon other tempers will arrive.

Forever

Roses are forever
while we are together,
daydreams that passes
into the clouds.

Higher and lower
with feelings inside,
all circling around
quivering leaves.

breeze by the seashore
blue archway waves,
coming and going
forever in a song.

Just Follow The Heart's Beat

Sweet memories can't stay,
Till dark and dull is through;
They with the air will play,
For day comes young - blue.
The fairy tales are still there,
In stories and the books;
Like the clouds everywhere,
Always have different looks.

The inside impaled images,
From the intelligent tree;
Has lived through its ages,
In the minds of you and me.
Like autumn's rusty blood,
With torn tongue that leaps;
Into earth's covered mud,
And there for times sleeps.

There comes a day clear,
That gives the breeze again;
Perhaps it's this next year,
Inspiration comes to men.
Just follow the heart's beat,
The roads are laid hidden;
In beds of nettles and wheat,
Where errors are forbidden.

Moments Long and Brief

The days are going by,
One by one - their motif;
Cloud flowers in open sky,
Moments long and brief.
Stirring the lights and dark,
Into the sea and earth;
Flowers of distant spark,
Coming of age and worth.

Sweet time gone to deep,
Gold molding blue ways;
Nothing a thought can keep,
Turning around the days.
Weaving open and wide,
Gold rimmed glasses glare;
Shadows from night abide,
Into the twilight everywhere.

Shining on stars of night,
Silence hours and candid;
Blossoms of blue gold light,
Passing on openhanded.
Everything to memories goes,
Evening and hours before;
Somewhere its reflections glows,
Drifting to an eternal shore.

Ballads in Dark

Day and night
dark roads

Breezy wind
bare trees

Nocturnal thoughts like snowflakes
melting into the icy paths

You and I
together

~*~

The moments
are glowing
into their own

Nothing is forever
this eternal song
of longings

Come and go
wishful thinking
the internal boundaries
of pure thought

A song
sang before
perhaps into the evening
of last year

Do you remember?

Nighttime's Ditty

Nighttime
around blue lit streets
flickering butterflies
searching the winter's dream

Clouds drifting by
and opening the sky

Ice white frosty blooms
inside the window
shadows in dying fires
dancing the evening dance

Gold and dark in silver lining
moments that come and go
glittering stars faraway
like candle lights

Space so deep and unknown
now in twilights gown

The In-between Years

There is a time for everyone
Now and then now and then
Carrying through do some fun
Within course and back again
Perfect glide close and near
Claver with words unreliable
Someone to need who is dear
With its emotions plain austere

Holding tight and adoring you
Sure to miss in the years gone
Reaching limits undeniable too
Always to the memories drawn
Impractical ways unpredictable
Wishes to know what love all is
Sharing the moments delusional
Between true deeps to accomplish

There is a time that will lead us
Knowing the in-between years
Never to go with too much fuss
Finding places when a haze clears
Coming going and needing you
Wish what's real - and much to say
Opening its course honestly true
Giving some more - in every play

Flow Flow

Flow flow
Through each moment
Go go
Find your way
Happenings are everywhere
Lust for pleasure's trend
Give some and let's share
Hours to keep and bend

Go go
To roads ahead
Blow blow
The breeze won't stay
Feel what you need and do
Luck is a bending spear
Something might come new
This time or next year

Strange as it sometimes seem
You will be here or there
Just like an opinion deem
But only people will care
about every pipe dream
I have my own to cope
Hard work so easily goes
So much there to interlope
What's next nobody knows
Momentarily everything glows

Flow flow
Through each juncture
Go go
Find your way
Flow flow
Winners will 'puncture'
What they know
Each in their own way

I'm Not a Christmas-Book Poet

I'm not a Christmas-book poet
I'm rather some of the other
There's so much of the inchoate
Just before holidays to smother
Flocking of page after page
With nothing to say but blabber
When pomp becomes the stage
Attention advertisement grabber

I'm not a Christmas-book author
With frippery flap of a look
With all its weight and its pother
Having customers cached on hook
The glossy trendsetter's aren't me
With all to much about nothing
Vacuous packages in harmony
The parcel of a good advertising

I'm not a Christmas-book reader
Finding its habits - its worth
Book after book cheapest seeder
Something that's quite stillbirth
It has no comfort in some beauty
Only the quantity it could unfold
It is as tasteless - as each duty
The ongoing art leaves in the cold

The Sweetest Song

The sweetest song has gone
Into a dusky dream
To carry thoughts on
In inter flowing stream
Awaking longing's long
That hasn't been fulfilled
The song in purest song
That world has tried and stilled

Oh come thy purest bloom
And bring your purest free
Into this grayness gloom
That gives its flounder's key
The dim of winters own
All boundaries changed to taste
Let it in breeze be blown
And brought into its waste

Oh sweetest tune there is
To chant about and admire
A tune these entireties miss
In each its ways and desire
True pleasures not forgotten
Build on strength and wisdom
Not in the duration trotten'
Like now's vogue and accustom

Possibly

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