Tag Archives: moon

Enhancing Moods

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I did not get entirely involved in the Rock and Roll mission, but I love the music a tonne. Blues music, metal has helped me too.

Phones and bones and cheap colognes,

Cars and bars and starlight,

Tones, the jones and sweet unknowns,

Mars is ours, no bar-fight,

In life we sometimes may take a big chance,

Goes well for as long as I’m in a trance,

Energy to enhance ways we stay real,

In all of life, romance and passion to feel,

Signs, fine lines and love that shines,

Tints, eye-glints and flirting,

Spines, soft pines and truth combines,

Mints and hints and sure things,

In life sometimes I have just jumped too soon,

Put it all on the line – over the moon,

Fallen through clouds when I’ve been played the fool,

Left in the desert, my shadow is cool,

Looking for miles, barren landscape is there,

Unlimited time forever we share,

But just sometimes, I’d been caught in a snare,

When courage failed, my connections were rare,

Too soon, too late, over-anticipate,

But in time I think it’s all worked out fair,

Rays, good days and love that stays,

Sand, and tans worth planning,

Praise, eyes glazed and truthful ways,

Glance and stance still standing,

Courage carries and connections that care,

All of our lives we have found they are there,

And in good times, we are surly aware,

To celebrate the moments that we share,

So quick, so slow, see how far it can go,

The truth’s absolutely all I can bare,

Truth and couth and photo booths,

Friends and trends and dancing,

Moves and grooves and love that soothes,

Ends and bends advancing,

Shows and pros and night that glows,

Moods and broods are steady,

Crows and lows, the way it goes,

Blues and news, I’m ready

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Something in Between

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I wrote this poem in the 1990’s. It reflects the mystery I felt in my life, the uncertain power and the heavy music.  Allusion to Black Sabbath here.

Something in Between

Sky is endless black, and the stars are forever bright,

My eyes fill with fire burning in the night,

Dancing demons, or singing angels,

These timid strangers lead to unseen danger,

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My mind drifts deep as I close my eyes tight,

My body falls asleep as I’m pulled into the night,

Spirits fly high, but my body waits below,

I fight to free my soul, with everything I know,

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I use my love to conquer all fear,

I have gained control, so I am safe here,

Now I lie awake, but my dreams seem real,

The sun, the moon, the stars – all have my seal

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Sky is endless black, and the stars are forever bright,

My eyes fill with icy fire burning in the night,

Dancing demons, or singing angels,

These timid strangers lead to unseen danger,

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My mind drifts deep as I close my eyes tight,

My body falls asleep as I’m pulled into the night,

Spirits fly high, and our friends wait below,

I fight to raise our souls, with everything I know

Crow’s Flight

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For those looking for inspiration in a Christmas story – that is not necessarily in this blog…  Although there is definitely optimism here.

I think you will find that story in good spirit that good Samaritans share at this time of year.  It is wonderful when people can give and receive gifts of love in day to day life.  Sometimes this tradition is lost in shopping malls and parking stalls, as I have seen other bloggers discussing.  What percentage of the kids know the story behind Christmas?  Do any of us today really get it?  I hope so.  I hope we have a story that is evolved to be interpreted with benefit for everyone that can be touched by it.

I really wrote this as part of the day to day quest that many of us are on.  Chasing dreams – like dreams of flying.  Building plans.  I guess this is more of a New Year’s poem.

Finding the Light like a Crow’s Flight

I live in the shadow of my own dream,

For days and days I climb over mounds of

Buried plans, mud-sliding under my feet,

A giant excavator is pouring,

Obstacles of truth, and my boot gets stuck,

Just like a child at play, I leave the boot,

Now wallowing in piles of ideas,

And so filthy, I cannot go to school,

A mess, marked by the mire of the shadows,

Going back to retrieve my sure-footing,

What would the classmates say or the teachers?

‘Just go home son, and come back tomorrow’,

This is not a choice for me now, adult,

Covered in half-baked mud and crud, I rise,

Can you question the state of the worker?

Fresh from the job, in constant toil, no rest,

Make no assumptions with all I have seen,

I climb to the top of the slope, grabbing

The roots of trees hanging where mud erodes,

Scrambling for the light of my goals and dreams,

My fingernails thick with dirt, I climb up,

And soon lay past the treacherous incline,

Panting, gasping, sweaty, covered in grime,

Sit up:  look for the success of such steps,

A full forest shields the light I look for,

Dense brush and cedar, pine scraping the sky,

The sun sets far beyond tangled forests,

I can hear the echo of my own hopes,

Hours and hours I listen and wait,

The fierce scolding of a crow reaches me,

It is getting late – I will take no chance,

The dark forest may go on endlessly,

I wait for the moon to tell the future,

I have been wrong: tomorrow does not end,

I sleep in the wilderness with dark dreams,

In the morning, the sun rises again,

Steam follows, orange, and magenta skies,

There are no shadows on my field of thoughts,

I am free to search the forest for truth,

Even to look far for the other side,

Today I will reach down to the wet earth,

Try to make sense of it all, and build plans,

What will I do with the light and the night?

Who will be the guide: the sun, moon or stars?

Is this path reflection – like in the moon?

As the truth builds mountains: can we climb through?

Or climb over, respected for the work,

We must make our decisions wise each day,

Dreams hold clear truth, following the crow’s flight