the nature of time...unavoidable
the creations of man...slowly fading to grey
the time once so long...so indestructible
is leaving this place...just a little more plain
what can we do?
where do we go from here?
all things end
and when they disappear
fade into endless night
crossover time and space
leaving behind the light
emptiness in it's place
hold on for kingdom come
stay around for the end of days
what has been done is done
in the ashes of what we made
The days are getting shorter
It’s a bitter dying light
As the final fly of summer
Takes a lonely winter flight
The things that once were lively
Are slowly finding death
The visitors are leaving
On the next train headed west
The coming days loom bitter
For the warmth forsaken soul
The closing theme is playing
In the lonely winter cold
Maybe some fine morning
Spring will come again
Till then darkness rules the winter
Goodbye to you my friend
Morning sun creeps to my window/
She peeps in softly to see/
Then decides to put on such a show/
She shoots brightened sparkling rays just for me/
I open my eyes oh so softly/
And stretch and yawn before her smile/
Then dance with joy to see her so lofty/
And say to my friend, see you in a while/
I run outside to play with her/
Her golden laughter fills the air/
To catch my breath I lean against a giant fir/
And sun, she softly smiles down at me with care/
Now it is time for us to bid farewell/
She softly slowly goes beneath the horizon/
And her brother peeps out to have a time so swell/
I say hello to him, reflecting his sister's light of fun/
And stay a while to watch his friends shine/
We sit and talk over some hot cocoa/
Then I must leave for the soft bed of mine/
To all sweet dreams I must wander and go/
Until tomorrow when morning greets me/
That beautiful smile that makes shadows flee/
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
i don't see any reason
to fight it any more
there's been one too many seasons
for one too many wars
i used to think we'd make it
and end up all in smiles
but lately i don't feel it
i've gone one too many miles
i think i'll just head off to somewhere
far away from here
a place where they don't know me
a place to shed those tears
and i feel jumbled up and angry
all torn up and bad
in 40 wrong directions
and 6 degrees of sad
i don't see any reason
to fight it any more
there's been one too many seasons
for one too many wars
i used to think we'd make it
and end up all in smiles
but lately i don't feel it
i've gone one too many miles
i think i'll just head off to somewhere
far away from here
a place where they don't know me
a place to shed those tears
and i feel jumbled up and angry
all torn up and bad
in 40 wrong directions
and 6 degrees of sad
(2008 db michel)
I like that one
Waiting for Godot & salvation :-)
Why do doctors have to practice?
You'd think they'd have got it right by now
RE: With his hat blown
)
One of my favorite poets is Santoka who wrote Zen Haiku. He can sure capture a moment in words.
Looking down on
the sleeping village below
and pissing away.
Santoka
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
"All Things End" the
)
"All Things End"
the nature of time...unavoidable
the creations of man...slowly fading to grey
the time once so long...so indestructible
is leaving this place...just a little more plain
what can we do?
where do we go from here?
all things end
and when they disappear
fade into endless night
crossover time and space
leaving behind the light
emptiness in it's place
hold on for kingdom come
stay around for the end of days
what has been done is done
in the ashes of what we made
(2007 db michel)
The Final Fly The days are
)
The Final Fly
The days are getting shorter
It’s a bitter dying light
As the final fly of summer
Takes a lonely winter flight
The things that once were lively
Are slowly finding death
The visitors are leaving
On the next train headed west
The coming days loom bitter
For the warmth forsaken soul
The closing theme is playing
In the lonely winter cold
Maybe some fine morning
Spring will come again
Till then darkness rules the winter
Goodbye to you my friend
(2007 db michel)
Morning sun creeps to my
)
Morning sun creeps to my window/
She peeps in softly to see/
Then decides to put on such a show/
She shoots brightened sparkling rays just for me/
I open my eyes oh so softly/
And stretch and yawn before her smile/
Then dance with joy to see her so lofty/
And say to my friend, see you in a while/
I run outside to play with her/
Her golden laughter fills the air/
To catch my breath I lean against a giant fir/
And sun, she softly smiles down at me with care/
Now it is time for us to bid farewell/
She softly slowly goes beneath the horizon/
And her brother peeps out to have a time so swell/
I say hello to him, reflecting his sister's light of fun/
And stay a while to watch his friends shine/
We sit and talk over some hot cocoa/
Then I must leave for the soft bed of mine/
To all sweet dreams I must wander and go/
Until tomorrow when morning greets me/
That beautiful smile that makes shadows flee/
Love Song: How can I keep
)
Love Song:
How can I keep my soul in me, so that
it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise
it high enough, past you, to other things?
I would like to shelter it, among remote
lost objects, in some dark and silent place
that doesn't resonate when your depths resound.
Yet everything that touches us, me and you,
takes us together like a violin's bow,
which draws one voice out of two separate strings.
Upon what instrument are we two spanned?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
Oh sweetest song.
-- Rainer Maria Rilke
"My Nobility" wouldn't
)
"My Nobility"
wouldn't change a thing
don't want to see a different face in the mirror
it's really all the same
each passing day
gets clearer and clearer
follow me
if you will...if you want to
follow me
up that higher hill
follow me
we can stand on the heights and look down
on my nobility
wouldn't cast a shine
on any other place in the matrix
i live it all the time
i see the hours
falling all over me
follow me
if you will...if you want to
follow me
up that higher hill
follow me
we can stand on the heights and look down
on my nobility
take away the veil of civility
take away the lie of the frame
take away the smart decorations
you'll see
whatever you see
follow me
if you will...if you want to
follow me
up that higher hill
follow me
we can stand on the heights and look down
on my nobility
(2008 db michel)
[pre] Three haiku by
)
[pre]
Three haiku by basho
The sea darkens
The voices of the wild ducks
are faintly white
Bush clover in blossom waves
Without spilling
A drop of dew
Lightening
Heron's cry
Stabs the darkeness
[/pre]
There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot. - Aldo Leopold
"Six Degrees of Sad" i
)
"Six Degrees of Sad"
i don't see any reason
to fight it any more
there's been one too many seasons
for one too many wars
i used to think we'd make it
and end up all in smiles
but lately i don't feel it
i've gone one too many miles
i think i'll just head off to somewhere
far away from here
a place where they don't know me
a place to shed those tears
and i feel jumbled up and angry
all torn up and bad
in 40 wrong directions
and 6 degrees of sad
(2008 db michel)
RE: "Six Degrees of Sad" i
)
I like that one
Waiting for Godot & salvation :-)
Why do doctors have to practice?
You'd think they'd have got it right by now
Animals Have you forgotten
)
Animals
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
by Frank O'Hara