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Because I haven't written a keeper since 7.25.2007

Mon, 05 Nov 2007 13:34:23 GMT

Construction

        in it

and limit

the beauty rests

just long enough to be

        considered

fresh pauses, compositions, regained composure

        concentration, contemplation

the matter and sense of being built

Because I couldn't not write about it.

Mon, 23 Apr 2007 19:29:52 GMT

Strain Displacements

as quickly there as they are gone
the metallic clack like a hammer hitting

at first benign, at first without definition
each instance lacking urgency as it comes and goes

        consider a rod and its initial length
        take into account the stretching of it

nobody flinches, nobody moves at all
as if the unexpected weren’t unexpected at all

and then the sense of what is happening
the sudden realization that something is happening

        the strain measure
        a dimensionless ratio

there is a building, a crescendo almost, like momentum
involvement evolves into reaction, into what do we do now

in this passing there is the chance of being forgotten
there is hope in the prayers sent aloft, there is potential

        defined as the ratio of elongation
        with respect to the original length

the open sky wrung clear by repercussion
thoughts are gathered and dashed, focused and fragmented

in this, as the chaos blossoms, are we judge or judgement
is the moment being defined as it unfolds or do we define it

        to track down the strain at each point
        further refinement in the definition is needed

with the opening of each door is there an hierarchy established
chances grow and diminish, load and unload, exploit the moment

as quickly there as they are gone
each an instance like a hammer hitting

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You Are a Cat

Sat, 30 Sep 2006 21:07:00 GMT

I am part female
I am part thought
I am part action
Solitary art
A catalogue of sorts
Self-consciousness exerts
in a moment’s account.
She wanted production knowledge
based on intelligence
consideration
generosity
spirituality
and the analytical
Great wars in great ears
on the infantile calendar
The streets get better
past the horizon you think
of nothing else
I’d give everything I have
sometimes based on everything I lack
In color you can hold me
memories in absence scold me
Belief, my personal conviction
under hot lights.

© L. Moya

Ergot Outbreaks

Tue, 12 Sep 2006 07:35:58 GMT

I become like a
phonograph,
playing discs
outside my mind
which I don't have
any control over.
Put on the spindle
by an outside genius;
I see I have no
control over me.

In this
laboratory
I try to find a place
for me to be,
searcing and these
test tubes just
seem to get in
the way.

Dirty tricks of
an intelligence
far beyond our own.
I feel the drip down
my spine, and the
crystals freeze along
my nerves. Again
it begins, I feel
this potential.

The potential
for development
in this field has the
capability of an enemy,
but I find myself
comprehending
everything as easily
as my best friend's
tone of voice.

Super secret units
of very small importance
are shipped and
recieved daily
between those of us
on the underground;
from down low in the
world of sharper sounds.

These dreams just seem
to pass through me, uplift
me and open a whole new
range of sight for me.
Agency gathered intelligence
is transmitted through me,
poppies are leaving and
the pods are breathing.

As the people of interest
in this memo explain, my
department of listening is
expanded again. I have a private
practice of jumping around and I
dance so much better
when these sights are abound.

Gator

Sat, 26 Aug 2006 10:17:01 GMT

i am up and
leaning for most hitch
i want to get ripped
i fall and then slip
i wonder how it works
and then i just limp

oh i can't sleep
fabulous, i just leave
my soul and my brain
go up and then heave
it's like i'm in heat
blistering and over
over it's going slipping
up and down and slop around

this isn't a lost and found
it's all just a game
i'm jumping up and down
and falling in the space
left in between
hood and my sleep
blanket over me
and my pillow's getting weak

found this in me
explores from within
goes out and jumps around
and falls down again
want to just rest
follow up is just a mess
and going in the circles
of rounds of lesser hex

this is not my hand
my brain is not the same
i fight to suffer age
as i stage the upper land
the chips i see for real
i'm about that deal
that comes once around
and then jumps down

The Opinion of those She Served

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 11:53:34 GMT

The sacred grove and bubble bath,
a glass of wine and you.
Well, you I can well do without
as one is not too few.
I love you and would keep you near
yet there are times at which
"I just want to be alone now."
I know I'm oft' the bitch.
As languid warmth attacks my ills
and scents deep sooth my soul,
I cannot long survive without this
these moments that I stole.

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 21:13:47 GMT

this is just a little something to summarize my day yesterday. my school walked outside for five in a half hours to raise money for a charity. over $7000, so it was worth it.

my face is burnt

walking in the sun
is always great fun

you see the trees
and get stung by bees

the sun is bright
and full of might

and that is why
my face is burnt.

Sun, 01 Jan 2006 19:58:10 GMT

i have found that the only relative ideas
are the ones that you don't pull out
just make the pillow fringe and say
get your head off my back

use force to blow out
and use force to hold out
we're in this struggle together they said

my lover is twine
used to wrap my skin
and tie at the end
so as to prevent the unravelling

we're travelling

The Cold, Gray Mist

Thu, 01 Dec 2005 19:20:43 GMT

THE GRAY MIST CROWDS AROUND ME NOW
THE COLD, GRAY MIST THAT MAKES MY SHROUD
AND THROUGH THE HAZE I SEE A FACE
FROM SOME QUITE DISTANT TIME AND PLACE
THE GRAY MIST CURLS AND SWIRLS AND TURNS
A MIST SO COLD, SO COLD IT BURNS
IT FILLS MY EYES, I CANNOT SEE
A MIST SO COLD, HOW CAN IT BE?
AND TO MY EARS THERE COMES AT LAST
A SMOTHERED ECHO FROM THE PAST
THE SHROUD IS LIFTED, THERE, ALAS
I SEE A SHADOW FROM MY PAST

IT POINTS ITS FINGER STRAIGHT AT ME
I SHUDDER, GASP, AND TURN TO FLEE
BUT ON MY SHOULDER SOMETHING CLASPS
I'M HELD FOREVER IN ITS GRASP
"YOU CANNOT RUN, HERE IN THIS PLACE,
NOW TURN AROUND AND SEE MY FACE,"
IT'S HE WHO WAS MY DEAREST FRIEND
BETRAYED BY ME, HE MET HIS END
I SEE THE COLD, ACCUSING EYES
AND FEEL THE MIST BEGIN TO RISE
FOR, HEEDLESS OF MY FEARFUL CRIES
THE COLD, GRAY MIST BEGINS TO RISE

WITH ICY COLD IT COVERS ME
THEN CLEARS AGAIN, I TURN TO SEE
A LITTLE CHILD, SMALL AND ALONE
I SEE THE CHILD WHO WAS MY OWN
I RUN TO HUG THE LITTLE ONE,
THIS PALE, LOST CHILD WHO WAS MY SON
HE CRIES AND TURNS AWAY FROM ME
BUT, MY OWN CHILD! HOW CAN IT BE?
PERHAPS I OFTEN FAILED TO HEAR
MY BABY'S CRIES, OR WIPE HIS TEARS
IT WASN'T ME WHO CALMED HIS FEARS,
BUT GIVE ME, PLEASE, JUST ONE MORE YEAR

FROM SOMEWHERE BLOWS A BITTER WIND
THE GRAY MIST SWIRLS, THEN PARTS AGAIN
I SEE A FORM FROM LONG AGO
I CLUTCH MY HEART, THE COLD WIND BLOWS
"I LOVED YOU ONCE," THE SPECTRE SAID,
"BUT NOW MY LOVE IS COLD AND DEAD.
I THOUGHT YOU GOOD, I THOUGHT YOU TRUE,
MY LOVE WAS BLIND, I NEVER KNEW."
THE PHANTOM TURNS ITS BACK, AND THEN
I TRY TO RUN FOR SHELTER, WHEN
THE COLD, GRAY MIST WHIRLS ONCE AGAIN
TO SHOW MY SOUL ANOTHER SIN

A FACE APPEARS, WITH MOURNFUL EYES
OF ONE SO SAD, BUT YET, SO WISE
THE LIPS THAT KISSED MY INFANT CHEEK
THE LOVING HEAD, SO MILD AND MEEK
"I TRIED TO TEACH YOU RIGHT FROM WRONG,
TO GENTLY GUIDE YOUR STEPS ALONG,

TO SHOW WHAT GOOD YOUR FUTURE HELD
I SEE, MY CHILD, I MUST HAVE FAILED."
"FORGIVE ME, MOTHER DEAR," I CRIED,
"I MEANT TO STAY CLOSE BY YOUR SIDE,
BUT SLIPPED A BIT, I MUST CONFIDE,
AND NOW HAVE NOWHERE LEFT TO HIDE."

THE COLD, GRAY MIST, IT DANCES STILL
THE COLD, GRAY MIST IS ALL I FEEL
IT FILLS MY EARS, IT FILLS MY MINE,
OBSCURES THE LIFE I'VE LEFT BEHIND
IT WRAPS AROUND ME IN THIS PLACE
IT FILLS ME UP WITH MY DISGRACE
THE WIND WHIPS THROUGH ME WITH A MOAN
IT TELLS ME THAT I STAND ALONE
IT SHAKES MY BONES WITH SUCH A CHILL,
THIS EMPTINESS IS ALL THAT'S REAL
AND THE COLD, GRAY MIST IS ALL I FEEL
THE COLD, GRAY MIST WHICH DANCES STILL

A LOVELY DAY

Thu, 03 Nov 2005 23:27:17 GMT

A LOVELY DAY
(T. Beechey)

He awoke that morning --- dreary and drizzling --- and already over a half-hour late
When he went out he found his car's tires slashed,his mind became consumed with hate
Who had done this? The rotten bastards! They better pray they're never revealed
Or else they'll spend their remaining days with wounds that never fully healed!

He wanted to scream,he wanted to shout,he wanted to kill...and even more
But all he did was let out a sigh as he went back in through the front door
He called his boss who said he'd be fired if he was to miss another day
What could he do? He had to walk the five blocks to work,there was no other way

Out the door he started,grumbling and groaning,cursing the world and all it contained
Kicking the stones,stomping and tramping as,upon his head,it steadily rained
What was the sense? It seemed so pointless,day after day in the same old rut
And nothing ever seemed to matter --- no matter where,no matter what

But,as he walked,he noticed the flowers that grew upwards through sidewalk cracks
He watched the squirrels scurry limb to limb and saw,on the ground,the criscrossing tracks
Of creatures which scampered to and fro and he marveled at the sights of birds
Building their nests and taking to flight...it was beyond any thoughts or words

Suddenly,as if by magic,he felt within a burst of pep
A smile slowly formed upon his lips and now there was a spring to his step
He started to run and dance as he whistled a lofty tune he long ago knew
And,just as he was rounding the corner,that sneaky old sun came bursting through

All at once he felt like crying,so overcome was he with joy
He felt refreshed,renewed,alive with all the passion of a lovestruck boy
And,as he reached his place of business,just to himself he softly did call:
"It truly is a lovely day"...as the bullet smashed into the back of his skull

SHIT-EATING GRIN

Wed, 02 Nov 2005 02:00:24 GMT

SHIT-EATING GRIN
(T. Beechey)

A long time ago when I was just a lad
I once had to shit one night really bad
But the toilet was clogged,so I held it all in
And that's how I acquired my shit-eating grin
At first,I just thought it was all a bad dream
Then I woke up in the morning and I started to scream
Cause I looked in the mirror and guess what I saw?
Shitballs hangin' off my chin,cheeks,and jaw

Shit-eating grin,shit-eating grin
Shitballs hangin' off my jaws,cheeks,and chin
And toothpaste and floss,they don't even begin
To erase a shit-eating grin

I went to the doctor and I went to the nurse
But I didn't get no better,in fact,I got worse
Cause my shit-eating grin became a shit-eating smirk
And everybody told me "Eat shit,you jerk!"
The plastic surgeon said "I'm not that skilled"
And the faith healer told me "I'm not that willed"
The zookeeper took one look at my face
Pointed to a cage and said "There,that's your place"

Shit-eating grin,shit-eating grin
Can you please tell me just what kind of sin
I committed to deserve an abomination
Like a shit...eating...grin

And that's my story,so sad but so true
And I hope and I pray it never happens to you
Cause,if it does,don't take offense
But your life won't be worth a lousy ten cents
I now spend my days just stayin' inside
With the lights all turned low,just tryin' to hide
From a world that won't listen or understand why...
But don't worry about me,I'll just eat shit and die

Shit-eating grin,shit-eating grin
When you have one,you just can't win
Oh,I've said it before and I'll say it again
Yes,I hate my shit-eating grin

GLIMPSES WITHIN

Fri, 30 Sep 2005 06:38:25 GMT

GLIMPSES WITHIN
(T. Beechey)

There are whispers in the shadows of a misbegotten dreaming
That somehow are not seeming to be anything at all
Yet they're calling out my name,always in muted echoes
Do you suppose it's a warning as the morning comes to call?

Spinning for infinity,throughout the cosmic mazes
Somewhere between divinity and the lifting hazes
Beyond boundaries of dreaming,where limits don't exist
And the sunlight's always beaming through the mist

I listen in the silence and wonder why since what I'm hearing
I've been fearing since forever,but I'll never turn away
For what they say is the reason for a season of creation
But,instead of great elation,I've come to rue the day

Sometimes I imagine that I dance from star to star
Upon a celestial stage in a world so near yet far
Sometimes I envision me alone upon that stage
And,if it were my decision,it'd be a written page

Spinning for infinity,throughout the cosmic mazes
Traveling even further than the keenest eye gazes
Beyond boundaries of dreaming,where limits don't exist
Towards the end of the rainbow to be kissed

No one ever understands,so no hands are extended
I'm befriended only by my lonely state of mind
Which reminds not of pleasure,but of treasure I am yearning
And I'm learning my desire is a liar's loss to find</lj-cut?

THE STILL AUTUMN AIR

Wed, 28 Sep 2005 07:01:59 GMT

THE STILL AUTUMN AIR
(T. Beechey)

I awoke to the lingering scent of a dream
And it seemed as if I was still there
Where you and I danced to the flow of a stream
In the chill of the still autumn air

You looked so lovely in your dress,colored cream
As each sunbeam touched on your hair
And I had not a care,they were lost in the gleam
Of the chill in the still autumn air

The smile on your face was truly a theme
To be deemed everafter as fair
Where the light of your eyes shone through the steam
In the chill of the still autumn air

And as I awoke to the unending scream
Of the seams of the world growing rare...
I silenced my stare to return to the dream
Of the chill in the still autumn air

TIME

Mon, 26 Sep 2005 18:56:27 GMT

TIME
(T. Beechey)

All throughout existence
There's a mist which has shrouded
And I've vowed to unveil
That which fails to reveal
As I kneel at the altar
I falter in speaking
My desires for seeking
What is no longer real

The pattern's unbroken
Meanwhile,fate has spoken
And I haven't an answer
At my chance to respond
The bond which offered
Soft landings has severed
So I'll never find closure
Till Time waves her wand

There's a message that's etched
Crudley sketched on the memory
Of reminiscences
Between each kiss and curse
No rehearsals are needed
To intercede with tomorrow
Our own destinations
Shall await the next verse

The pattern's unbroken
As Time has awoken
Yet the dream still continues
Spinning through and beyond
Still,the pond is unrippled
So,let's remain on the trip till
Either the road ends
Or Time waves her wand

THE GREATEST FEAR

Sun, 18 Sep 2005 14:20:19 GMT

THE GREATEST FEAR
(T. Beechey)

The greatest fear is to feel the cold
Amidst beams of gold with no hand to hold
The greatest fear is to not be told
There's such a thing as love
The greatest fear is being alone
Remaining unknown,staying ungrown
The greatest fear is not being shown
There's such a thing as love

An elusive dream,my reclusive soul
I just cannot seem to fill the role
Lest I choose to wear some sort of disguise
But then I'd be rare to my own eyes

The greatest fear is to be set free
In a reality which includes just me
The greatest fear is never to see
There's such a thing as love
The greatest fear is to seek in vain
For something so plain,yet hidden by pain
The greatest fear is the echoed refrain:
"There's such a thing as love"

My reclusive soul,this exclusive world
Into a ball I roll and now I am curled
Upon the floor and here I'll stay
Forevermore and a day

The greatest fear is being left behind
Without peace of mind as the years unwind
The greastest fear is never to find
There's such a thing as love
The greatest fear is wondering why
It was always I that got passed by
The greatest fear's finding,just as I die...
There was such a thing as love

WINDOWS

Sun, 31 Jul 2005 14:34:10 GMT

WINDOWS
(T. Beechey)

From my window,I can see you lost in each other's gazes
In the midst of the hazes brought on by passion's blazes
From your window,can you see me before a shattered mirror
Cause the image which appeared bore a figure that was clearer
Long ago?

From my window,I can see you living out your story
Basking in the glory of never needing to be sorry
From your window,can you see me lost in a sea of doubt
Wondering what life's about in a world now without
Your glow?

Myself in the window no longer bears reflection
While the lines of your shadow point in each direction
Yet I can't turn aside,ever hopeful for a glance
Of the stemming of the tide of romance

From my window,I can see you in the arms of another
Secure in the love for this moment you've discovered
From your window,can you see me with head bent and kneeling
In search of a healing from this overwhelming feeling
Of shame?

From my window,I can see you dancing in the moonlight
Silohuetted in the twilight and everything is all right
From your window,can you see me as my spirit's slowly dulling
With teardrops steadily falling and each one calling
Out your name?

FOREVER

Sat, 30 Jul 2005 08:06:12 GMT

FOREVER
(T. Beechey)

Forever exists until memories fade
And the shades are drawn and even then
When just a solitary thought
In time is caught,it begins again

Forever is neither here nor there,
It's everywhere and nowhere at all
Yet,somewhere we fall in the middle
And,little by little,we begin to dull

Till we all become part of forever
Never changing,but seldom the same
Name or circumstance doesn't divide us
For they're inside us to feed the flame

There is no beginning,there is no end
Only chance to mend what's fallen before
As through the door we quickly pass
Into the looking glass of nevermore

Forever exists in a dream selected
From those reflected in sightless eyes
And nothing dies for we're all as one
Just as we've begun until spirits rise

LIFESTORMS

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 07:42:27 GMT

LIFESTORMS
(T. Beechey)

As you watch stormclouds gather,do not hide but rather marvel
At the carnival of rapture not to capture but behold
Unfolding by the season without reason,yet a sign
To define our very purpose,it is for us to be told

Yes,the message in the thunder is be one with all around us
While sounds of falling raindrops swaps bad thoughts for good
Should you ever see the lightning,it's inviting all to listen
To the glisten of the rainbow for it knows what no one could

Why we are and who we're being,what we're seeing that's unreal
How to feel as souls are numbing and becoming who we can
To unveil the plan for seeking for the weak and for the moghty
An idea that shall unify the brotherhood of man

It's a concept held by many,but are any truly looking?
Have we took our final glances and are chances now denied?
Don't hide from the forming of stormclouds,they are with us
To deliver us a message we had best not turn aside

And the message in the thunder is be one with all around us
While sounds of falling raindrops swaps bad thoughts for good
Should you ever see the lightning,it's inviting all to listen
To the glisten of the rainbow for it knows what no one could

GOODBYE

Fri, 15 Jul 2005 18:04:40 GMT

GOODBYE
(T. Beechey)

So unworthy of love,way beyond my feeble reaching
It's teaching me a lesson I'm confessing I don't want
The blunt message for me brings stormy overcasting
Lasting till forever --- I never chose to confront

I'm doomed to seclusion,my intrusion is forbidden
Must stay hidden from the masses as time passes by
Reasons why do not matter,all defenses shatter inward
All that's heard and forgotten is an ill-begotten cry

It's my destiny to follow in the hollow misgivings
That living has showed me on this road of endless ends
Where no one spends a second unless beckoned in their youth
Sometimes truth is no answer,just a chance for further bends

Why was I chosen? No one knows,no one questions
Suggestions meekly fall in dull and deafened ears
Still the years keep increasing,never ceasing in climbing
The timing's in rhythm with slim hopes and shedded tears

So,I stay along the course and I force myself to chuckle
While I buckle in and under the sheer wonder of it all
And,as I fall,there is laughter from rafter to valley
I'm a tally on a scoreboard faced toward a barren wall

That's the fate that's awaiting,no sense stating objection
The rejection is as certain as a curtained draw of breath
Whether or not,it is coming --- the humming's now a rumble
Soon I'll tumble pure and simple through the dimpled smile of death

Thu, 23 Jun 2005 05:18:51 GMT

hello, im new. im alisha :)

Your body is a year,
approximating nothing, not
rounded off, concise. I
collapse &inflate through
weeks, hunt the minutes
in war paint with dark eyes.
I spray from the days
like shrapnel, scattering,
drink each moment as if
it were saltwater, or milk.

Monday is a month,
Wednesday is a weapon,
Friday is purgatory, Saturday
superstition. Sunday is a
seismograph, 7 on the Richter
scale, hillsides slide. You
oxidize steel & chip at
concrete till only dust &gravel
clutter the ground with their
tendon &bone.

Perhaps we can be mixed, meshed,
poured into something new. But I
cannot deal with the debris. You are
not water-soluble, we are immiscible,
why must everything be so polar?

Your ions excite my carbon lips. Let our
bodies triple bond, share orbitals. Sigma
allows rotation. I need rotation. Derive me,
lay tangent to my curves, distance is speed
X time &I want to be so close your
electrons push away from mine.

But you are hyperbolic,
appear to touch but don’t,
indefinite. I cannot take the
waiting- stretched out, I am
a circle, no sides. I am a name
given to something incomprehensible,
I am pi.

Sat, 28 May 2005 06:21:09 GMT

THE THINGS I MEANT TO SAY
(T. Beechey)

It seems that lately all I have spinning 'round my head
Are all the itty bitty things I never ever said
So many times I wanted to and countless times I tried
But who knows why? It seems I kept them locked inside
Days turned to weeks then months and years soon a lifetime passed
And what remains are endless tears instead of smiles to last
Oh I'd give everything I had for another day
To hold you close and whisper those things I meant to say.

I meant to say "Good morning" each time you awoke; I meant to say "How are you" whenever we spoke
I meant to say "You're special" when no one seemed to care; I meant to say "I thank you" for being there
I meant to say "I'll help you" no matter what the task; I meant to say "I'll listen" to each question you'd ask
I meant to say "You helped me" for answers you'd give; I meant to say "Cause of you" for reasons that I live.

So many things I meant to say but something always got in the way
Now no one's here to hear a word and so these things will not be heard
But they echo daily in my mind and so I find myself resigned
To listen as my conscience sings these intended but unuttered things.

I meant to say "I'm sorry" when I was wrong; I meant to say "Don't worry" when roads ahead seemed long
I meant to say "I'll lead you" when you couldn't find the road; I meant to say "I'll take it" when you couldn't bear the load
I meant to say nothing at all each time I'd complain; I meant to say "I'll shield you" from every drop of rain
I meant to say "Forgive me" for each tear you'd cry; I meant to say "Give me one chance to tell you why."

So many things I meant to say but something always got in the way
Now no one's here to hear a word and so these things will not be heard
What was I thinking? Why'd I wait? I know it now but now's too late
My heart lies bare with broken strings atop a mound of voiceless things.

I meant to say "I'll find it" when all you sought was time; I meant to say "I'll pull you" over each uphill climb
I meant to say "Take my hand" as each road began to slant; I meant to say "Yes you can" when you said you can't
I meant to say "We did it" as we passed each test; I meant to say "It's over" when we'd find time to rest
I meant to say "Here's the key" to secrets I keep; I meant to say "Dream sweetly" as you closed your eyes to sleep.

So many things I meant to say but something always got in the way
Now no one's here to hear a word and so these things will not be heard
Except by me from the morning sun until the day is finally done
Yes now you're gone and each day brings to mind these never-spoken things.

It seems that lately all I have rolling through my brain
Are all the teeny weeny things I'll never say again
The things I should have said to the one I was with
And all those misspent moments that have faded into myth
So many things I meant to say but something always got in the way
Now no one's here to hear a word and so these things will not be heard
Sometimes at night your name I'll call to a faded frame on a shaded wall ---
I meant to say "I love you"
I meant to say "I love you"
I meant to say "I love you"...
And that one hurts the most of all.

FOREVER INTO THE DISTANT BLUE
(T. Beechey)

Amidst the boundless astral plain,amongst the myriad drops of rain,
Between the moon and sun I've danced in a ceaseless quest to seek romance
But I just had to turn to find that what I sought was right behind
To take my hand and guide me through forever into the distant blue

Within her eyes,therein lies what shade and shadow can't disguise
All that is so pure and true,like when the dawn embarks anew
Spilling forth in lustrous rays,sifting through the mist and haze
Allowing for another chance to glimpse the world at flawless glance
And the images which have been drawn supply the strength to carry on
Over once untrodden ground as time's fabric grows unwound
Hers is truly a lyrical soul - lifting me up,filling the role
Of someone whom I used to know...it seems so very long ago

But also yet,in a way,there remains a sense of yesterday
For but a fleeting twinkling once,I relished the flavors of these wants
I savored every precious drop then,all too soon,it came to stop
Ever since I've longed and yearned for those moments to return
To cast aside shrouds of gloom and breathe in airs of sweet perfume
Nestled in rich bouquets of water lilies by the bay
Just simple pleasures,priceless treasures ---springing forth in spacious measures
Gone not to be revised...till I found the beauty in her eyes

Reviving faith,renewing hope,smoothing out each hill and slope
Granting chance to chances lost regardless of the cause or cost
A time to bask within the rays of playful,carefree summer days
And capture at their greatest heights passions borne on winter heights
Revealed to all,concealed to none --- the time to heal has begun
And I never thought I would see when such a time would come to me
I'm comforted so by its warming glow,more than anyone could ever know
Casting reflections below,above,and all around in hues of love

Now,as anguish goes,I've chance to dose --- at last,a moment for repose
For I've grown weary in my quest,my wounded soul beckons request
The mirrored portraits in her eyes reflect upon the earth and skies
Across the glass I faintly trace a misplaced smile upon my face
When I awake I've come to see these dreams of smiles have come to be
For,within my heart,we are as one in the presence of the setting sun
Underneath a velvet mystic sky as clouded mists go rolling by
Upon a crystalled span of sea awash in sheer tranquility

And,all around,there is no sound --- not even a echoed whisper found
Just she and I within a world so unbridled and unfurled
Her poetic gaze I praise in song as,with the winds,we drift along
Past and beyond the skyline view...forever into the distant blue

SUNRISE
(T. Beechey)

Sunrise --- peeking slowly through the trees,bring me another day to share
Sunrise ---with your warm and gentle breeze,show me just how much you care
Oh,can you read my mind? Can you take away the pain?
Erase all of my yesterdays and let me start again

Sunrise --- collect up all my dreams,turn them into something real
Sunrise --- sew up all my seams,close my wounds and let them heal
Let me know the truth that's concealed behind the lies
Reveal to me the answers and blaze them across the skies

Sunrise --- breathe new life into my soul,tell me I am not wrong
Sunrise --- help me fulfill my role,let me know that I belong
Give to me a reason that I should carry on
Welcome and caress me with each refreshing dawn

Unlock all of your mysteries that have so long been known
Confide in me your secrets,you already know my own
Sunrise --- cast all shadows to the side,light my path so I can see
Sunrise --- be my guardian and guide,take me where I want to be...

SOMEWHERE IT IS WRITTEN
(T. Beechey)

Somewhere it is written,it's anyone's guess
Perhaps by one who wished more and found less
That those who stand in the pouring rain
Seeking a hand only search in vain.

To those who seek shelter in the open air
And continue to swelter when the sun isn't there
To those who awaken to silent screams
Visibly shaken by violent dreams
To those in search of the fruit of life
Only to find the tip of the knife
To those whose visions steadily dim
Till all that left is the top of the rim

Somewhere it is written,in between the lines
Which seldom fit in with the designs
That all that is given is barely received
And all that is taken is rarely believed.

To those who see shadow without hint of light
And a chilled wind blows in the day and night
To those who seek joy in a bottomless glass
And,through brittled hands,all does pass
To those to which time has been unkind
To those who are free yet still confined
To those whose flames have dwindled to embers
And no one,even them,even remembers...

Somewhere it is written,no one knows where
Perhaps by a mitten on the frosted air
That all that is spoken goes forever unheard
And becomes a token to a mislaid word.

THE PIPER
(T. Beechey)

When,all around,there is the sound of peaceful solitude
And the only images to be found exist within the mood
That's the chance to accept the dance even if you can't
You'll find the step where it's kept within the piper's chant

When,all within,the ceaseless din of the world fades away
Allowing for just a moment to breathe the scent of day
That is when you begin again to seek what left so soon
And,when you do,only then will you hear the piper's tune

The whispers in the breezes which appeases and consumes
The ripples in the water,color splashes in the plumes
Blending with the mending of a heart denied in love
This is only but a sampling of all the piper's of

Upon the crests of windfalls,there's no walls to divide
Expressions emerge quickly when there's not a need to hide
From the majestic rise of mountains to fountains spraying mist
This is where,in the fragrant air,you shall feel the piper's kiss

When,all throughout,the cloak of doubt is lifted to reveal
Just what life is all about in all you think and feel
That's a sign to drink the wine,the sweet nectar which abounds
In the presence of the lilting tones amidst the piper's sounds

When all above,below,beyond,there's a bond between the land
And man as he embraces life with a strong and steady hand
That's the time to begin the climb from where you've been so long
And follow the echoes of the chime which exist in the piper's song

True Religion

Thu, 14 Apr 2005 00:04:10 GMT

"My religion is not Buddhism;
my religion is loving-kindness."

H.H., the Dalai Lama

As with
'knowing'
and
'understanding,'
religion,
too,
IS
a 'matter'

Not of
'belief'
'faith' or
'ritual,'

"but," rather,
of
experience, of
'practicing'

one's
self-chosen
principled
Path.

if my
'religion'
is
at
all
'exclusive' ...
"out here,"

'in'
the 'world,'

if my
'religion'
'allows'
me to
'treat'
some kindly
some unkindly ...

it
is
a
mockery,

a
dust-covered
mirror,
only ...
in need of
'cleaning.'

'kindness,'
can, of course,
sometimes
be
'tricky' ...

"but,"
not
That
'tricky'!

true
religion
is
(exactly)
like the

SUN,

'shining'

alike
upon
ALL ...
utterly
undiscriminating ...

true
religion
only
gives,
taking
wanting
demanding
expecting

"nothing at all"

"for"

its
'self' ...

true
religion
'needs'
no
'Name,'
no
'sancturaries' or 'temples'

no
'special-sacred-places' ...

at
all.

true
religion
is
All-
"WAYS,"
HERE ...
never
'there,'

is
All-
"WAYS"

US ...
never
'them.'

it
is
All-
"WAYS,"
'I,'
never
'you,'

never
'self' ...

All
"WAYS"
THAT

SELF ...
only,
which is
'named'
"I AM."

thus,
be
thou
not
'deceived' by
its
(apparently 'well-meaning')
'imitations,'
spread,
as they are,
world-wide ...

which
will
not,
All-
"WAYS,"
rule
the
'day.'

(just)
as an 'exercise,'
try
'being'
(not 'acting')
kind ...

to the
very
next
person
you
encounter ...

(just)
'try'
'it' ...
you
(just)
may
'find'
(that)
you
'like'
'it' ...
after
all
(that).

otherwise,
we
will
ever
remain
"ignorant armies,
fighting,
by night,"

mere
"ships ...
passing,
in the
'night'" ...

of
spiritual
ignorance.

Tue, 12 Apr 2005 07:58:28 GMT

dear absurdistanic_flower:

I do not
wish to be
a weight
you feel
you have to
carry.
drop my weight,
like a rock,
into the
Abyss,
where I have dropped
yours.

better to chant,
and to send each other
Light.
I
do
not (even)
carry any weight (much)

any
more.

I
will
not
carry
your
weight,
either ...
... or,
the world's.
we can each
pull our own weight,
encouraging each other
to do so.

the Middle

is

wherever
we are together.
happily,
in a few days,
it will perhaps be
in a wonderful
nursery,
after a yuppie lunch.

I enjoyed
all that time with you,
yesterday,
my absurdistanic_flower.

the unspoken connection
is
so deep
so strong,
the manifestations
so enlightening.

oh,
me?
well,
so far this morning,
I have posted and printed
all the writings done
yesterday afternoon/evening
at
your house,
the writings
that paralleled
your boddhisattvic conversation
with one
far
away,
metaphorically,
and
literally.
we are both here,
in part,
to have such conversations,
with others

with each other.
what, in part, could be better?

we are each doing
that
which we
'chose.'
one day at a time

one encounter at a time

one moment at a time,
as 'it' unfolds.

(and,
you being you,
you call as this is being written ...
illustrating
our mysterious connection
yet again)

so,
no weight,
no gravity issues ...

light as two feathers,
navigating
the gentle breezes,
of Soul-Wisdom.

nice talking with you just now,
my absurdistanic_flower :-)