Poems From The North

Poems from the north,
Are frozen on the ground;
Winter's songs going forth,
Like wild wolves hound.
Dewdrops grain of light,
Instant moments blackbird;
Ravens on their flight,
Thoughts in snow anchored.

Poems of my deep heart,
Flying in a winter's frost;
Blooming roses impart,
Some are now there lost.
Murmurs of the wild sky,
Dreams I had for a winking;
And the words will calcify,
If some will there bethinking.

Poems unraveled rivers,
Falling the enormous neem;
Songs that with cold shivers,
A frost roses night dream.
All is within me there alive,
And giving the wind a gust;
Longings into my archive,
All what I need and trust.

Into The Splitting Open

Into the splitting open,
All the light goes;
Clouds of dust and space,
From the inside grows.
Quicksilver lizards walking,
In epiphanies of wind;
Reflecting what is void,
In the earth's chagrined.

Into the days ahead,
Inventions of the old;
On the planes dances,
Nothing can it hold.
Ruins of restless song,
Through the pines and walls;
Fiery rites in the light,
On open routes and halls.

Constructions are restless,
Closing hand and jewels;
Sky is pink and reddish,
Blue in the azure fuels.
Twittering of green games,
Garden of strange reverence;
All is but in a moment,
Into each given chance.

Times Are a Changing

Times are a changing,
Spring of night goes;
Seeds are rearranging,
Where the wind blows.
Through the moves forward,
The forest in the sun;
Life is long and hard,
Joyless or some fun.

Crows and wild dogs,
Each with day or two;
Onward further logs,
Sideways for the new.
Garbage and the picnic,
Reborn hundred times;
Within a mouse click-click,
Rearrange this rime.

Times are of the ages,
Name by name and game;
Fountain river images,
Never flowing the same.
Sleeping land and sea,
Beneath the beating waves;
Roots from a living tree,
Barefoot and sleeping paws.

There is Sunshine

There is sunshine in the daylight,
Full of spiral blue and space;
Showing high tension wire flight,
In the yellow white blazing rays.
Through pictures and color acts,
Every time when the sun will shine;
Metaphors in the magnetic tracts,
Collapse and burst the horizon line.

Daylight we can not be without,
Every morning is full of surprise;
Though in darkness we walk about,
As passion in time divides and dies.
Can we darkness defeat that's born,
From a day that is falling in bright;
Where colors are dim and out worn,
From shifting of shadows and night.

Come without knowing and realize,
How apart all the sky-rise really is;
Some daydreams are nothing but lies,
For sleep paints on canvas of a wish.
There are thoughts the eye can't see,
Full of perplexities of black to yellow;
There's space of a passion that's free,
Something in the hearts that's mellow.

This Dream is For You

This dream is for you,
So hold it close today;
Let some of it come true,
Before it will go away.
All or nothing there,
Everything you can find;
Lets this dream share,
For hope is very blind.

This dream can not foretell,
All is growing inside;
Just an ordinary spell,
That from sight could hide.
What is right or wrong,
And why do we drift apart;
Can we not get along,
Choosing each other's heart.

This dream is closer now,
With yesterdays gone;
We'll manage somehow,
Through this inter freon.
Light up my inside desire,
Waves to an open shore;
Reach out and drift higher,
Know what a heart is for.

Today

Today I will reach to,
Whatever is out there;
Bring in the very new,
Give a thought to share.
All is for a longing new,
Down from a distant road;
Love must be seen true,
If on the water to load.

I'll reach a heart's destiny,
If I'm not out of luck;
Set all the fires there free,
That for a moment got stuck.
Where have you been,
You are the one to trust;
I have the out side and inn,
Wandered and crossed.

Today is going on strong,
With feelings that were lost;
With sincerity dingdong,
The dice have been tossed.
All is for you now to see,
If you've felt this way too;
For two and two in unity,
Is not an empty ballyhoo.

Resolving a Question

Resolving a question,
That never was or is;
The number is not known,
Only the wish.
Try to be you,
And nobody else;
Bring out all the new,
From perfectly within.

Clouds are today,
And gone tomorrow;
What we can give,
Is only what we know.
Songs that are gone,
Flying yet again;
For nothing is normal,
With inside our brain.

Born every minute,
Something to reach for;
Ladder to climb,
Or bring through ashore.
What you are asking,
Is something to hover;
Or there to wish for,
And then rediscover.

Misunderstood

Misunderstood,
Through everything here;
Like in the black wood,
Nothing to spare.
Love is away there,
To whom do I reach;
By walking this year,
And what will it teach.

Misunderstood,
No one to blame;
All is in a bear's hood,
With an adhering flame.
Reach out to no body,
Nothing to give;
Inside feelings free,
If they then live.

Misunderstood,
And tearing me down;
What comes of good,
In a ghost town.
Bring back my wishes,
I'll need them all;
When people me dishes,
And each of my call.

I Believe In You

I believe in you,
And the way things are;
Nothing's out of the blue,
On any a given star.
Make all thing come true,
That has drifted afar;
Get your things through,
From bar to next bar.

I believe in all,
After those yesterdays;
Destiny may call,
Nothing forever stays.
I'm feeling good and bad,
Without any reason;
Once we before had,
Autumn's rustic season.

I believe in thought,
That may come or go;
Everything be brought,
And from it there grow.
Just like life here is,
Rain comes after sunshine;
What you may not wish,
Maybe just as fine.

Vertigo

There is no more this,
Anything comes down;
Merely as a wish,
In a dark town.
I may thing for two,
Reasons going round;
It's up to me and you,
What will there be found.

Leave me now alone,
Stone for stone for stone;
I am inside the Vertigo,
Diffusions wherever I go,
Nothing is further down the row.

A day with sunshine in,
Playful clouds in sky;
Everything is in a spin,
Going down or high.
Call the girls to play and dance,
Raining through a destiny;
In our life it's all a change,
What you can not now see.

Feel the closeness of a twin,
Reaching for another try;
You will either lose or win,
Anything needs to detoxify.
Call the colors to a blanch,
The contrast moods abhorrently;
Straight ways to disarrange,
Nothing is forever to be.

Leave me now alone,
Stone for stone for stone;
I am inside the Vertigo,
Diffusions wherever I go,
Nothing is further down the row.

This and more is to the wheels,
Turing round or going strait;
Anything on to its heels,
Time will for no one wait.

Leave me now alone,
Stone for stone for stone;
I am inside the Vertigo,
Diffusions wherever I go,
Nothing is further down the row.
Stone for stone for stone,
All the feelings inside drifting atone;
We are almost though,
In whatever we got to do,
Stone for stone for stone.
Vertigo!

Gravity

Going up in air,
Taking out gravity;
Floating fluffy there,
To and fro free.
Going there and here,
All is easy see;
So much lightly wear,
Where I want to be.

Going places found;
Without any gravity,
Circling round and round,
In this concavity.
Yet I'm still earthbound,
On my spinning journey;
Going around and around,
In its true propriety.

Going up in air,
Taking out gravity;
Everything to share,
In each its peculiarity.
We have dreams to know,
when we reach the way;
Distances may grow,
For a new coming day.

Una Mattina - One Morning

Una Mattina,
Whatever it means;
Yes Una Mattina,
And everything in-betweens.
Hope is in the hope,
We got to feel it through;
Future has its scope,
Same in what we do.

Una Mattina,
Life is in every reach;
Yes Una Mattina,
Each step you make to teach.
Hold on to the robe,
Reaches in your way;
There may be claustrophobe,
Night before the day.

Una Mattina,
I'm counting on you;
Yes Una Mattina,
In for the old and new.
Lives are like the lobe,
Giving and then taking;
Their illumination strobe,
Illusions have been making.

- One Morning!

The Way It Is

The way it is,
For all things passing;
Our time is a bliss,
With each luck classing.
Truth is in the treads,
That spins around to find;
Colors blue and reds,
And everything combined.

Running to their places,
All the making force;
To the open spaces,
What our fate there stores.
Maybe that's why,
Nothing reaches for sure;
Its given to an open sky,
What each road is for.

The way it goes,
Someday turns again;
Like the wind blows,
Building on each den.
What we take or loose,
Twists or winds in hand;
Life is but a bruise,
Come to understan

Days are Broken

Days are broken,
All is turning;
What isn't spoken,
For all my yearning.
You are giving,
And so gratifying;
To the strange living,
Which is hard defying.

Life must go on,
Through the day and night;
There is so much done,
For the things to turn right.

Days are hidden,
In the horizon;
Like an abbreviation,
Before coming sun.
Streets and gardens,
With their yesterdays;
Variation and wardens,
From the certain declivities.

Life must go on,
Through the day and night;
Cobblestones and aileron,
Everything from way at sight.

Days are ours,
Fresh and splendor;
Wall time flowers,
And all its engender.
You are living,
With constant gratifying;
Positive and negativing,
What the sight is eyeing.

Love is Spring

Love is spring,
Always whispering;
All true being,
Believe and seeing.
I am there inside loving,
Giving bright day a wing;
Nothing more in the depth,
Secrets in compartments kept.

To you I sing,
Like I were dreaming;
Of all that's believing,
From a trust achieving.
You are there with my way,
Sunshine looks brighten day;
All I wish for and so dear,
Songful oceans waves near.

Love is strings,
Pearls of real things;
All what I'll fight for,
When storm befalls the shore.
My only secure to be,
All what ever sets me free;
Nothing more in the depth,
Secrets in compartments kept.

Revisited Thoughts

Revisited thoughts,
To each and every one;
With their assorted oughts,
And time already done.
The night sky to mystify,
The blinking lights away;
Imagination will amplify,
What may be seen in day.

Revisited gone years,
With the many days born;
From nightly visiting stares,
Of eyes both old and worn.
The night sky with sea lights,
In the blackish dim gown;
All the falling wishing flights,
That now are on their own.

Revisited yesterdays,
From where I'm standing now;
What with a heart interplays,
And mangles it somehow.
The night is wide of superstition,
Towering through the sky;
Some are hard in definition,
Others to the day will die.

There Is Day Coming Day

There is day coming day,
So bright and so clear;
With the light on its way,
While the sun is so near.
All wishes come true,
When the time is there;
In the hour to renew,
After each lost affair.

There is day coming sun,
With the hope that it has;
All my worries on the run,
In dark they will pass.
Rain will stop its tears,
In the flowing of the rays;
Everything untouched appears,
And again it will amaze.

There is day coming past,
Our memories were born;
Minutes into their cast,
Now on old pictures worn.
We have made it all through,
Found the way to a heart,
Nothing more to say or do;
For new day will now start.

It's Only Us

It's Only Us -
No one else there too,
Two spirits fathomless
Contrasting and accrue;
The thoughts we say -
With all the songs therein,
From true minds play
In a thoroughly interspin.

It's Only you -
With the songs to sing,
From within the new
And the onward spring;
They are the tones -
From guitar and piano,
The musings birthstones
The voice gives airflow.

It's Only me -
With poems I grow,
From Pegasus free
In the breeze they go;
They are the words
From a heart and soul,
They fly on like birds
With seeds and stems goal.

She's The One

She's the one,
With her many ways;
Into the sun,
All of her past days.
Dreams are flowing,
From star to star;
All too much glowing,
Seen from afar.

She's of mine,
I love her just;
Like the sunshine,
My love to trust.
Feelings are pure,
All from within;
Adonis will allure,
Same to same akin.

She's the one,
Fresh like a rose;
Nothing can be done,
With feelings that grows.
Dream just and dream,
For a closeness of her;
We together seem,
Our yearnings to steer.

Nobody Waits

Nobody waits,
For the sails to be full sails;
Unreasoning debates,
Are to no future avails.
Singing sweet muses,
Igniting the crystal rays;
The broth with laurel abuses,
In many different ways.

Nobody's voice,
Like birds in their beaks;
Brings back sweet rejoice,
From under the reeks.
There upon my head,
Voice spectrum in cloud;
Nothing there aforesaid,
That couldn't be reavowed.

Nobody still,
Extraordinarily suddenly flowed;
Within the drifting airmobile,
From past sunset that glowed.
It was like break in the breath,
Gently rising with a wing;
Flowers and grass from their death,
When again there's river in spring.

Clots of Reddish Clay

Clots of reddish clay,
Mouthed in its vent;
Tender swooning play,
Decreasing and augment.
Morning coming back,
Beneath the milky ways;
Beaconing night black,
With the brighter days.

Clots of darkish society,
Driving its rim's heart;
Giving none opportunity,
Only the fulsome fart.
Black as a black can be,
Nothing in musky vessel;
Seeing not forests for a tree,
Critical eyes of a sessile.

Clots of wind driven theme,
Why has hope been robed;
What is there only beseem,
Nothing of thoughtways probed.
Morning coming back,
What will the others hold;
Empty and full of its lack,
Rediscovered any untold.

I Gave You Nothing

I gave you nothing,
For you were not fresh;
Only for bluffing,
Only for less.

Coming to be,
Where places are from;
I can not see,
The interne's bloom.

Talent or not,
I wouldn't want this here;
Nothing is hot,
Inside somewhere.

Be of to dust,
With a feeling like this;
All thing must rust,
For what it then is.

The ways are reptilian,
Like games of their own;
Then do what you can,
In an other wise tone.

Yellowing brown soil,
Carceses the heart;
Burrowed in foil,
From the very start.

You are of grey,
The feeling you give;
Lost caracter's stray,
In what you may live.

The changings go on,
Though never for you;
For carcasses are done,
That never were true.
And what seem to be fun,
Has left into the blue;
Over past yon,
Lies the rest all too.

You are of gray,
The feeling you give;
Lost caracter's stray,
In what you may live.

You are and say...

Rain and Sun

Rain and sun,
Every hour like that;
Time's on the run,
With feeling in the caveat.
What have we found or lost,
To our searching;
What is the inside cost,
That's here around lurching.

Treat not on simple smiles,
All is in the minutes;
We have just those whiles,
That to the past aggregates.
Close not the heart inside,
Where it is drifting;
Love will for hours abide,
Before its abdicating.

Rain and sun,
Give each in fain;
A red rose has fallen,
From certainness and appertain.
What we are giving here,
All counts or nothing;
A pain is so austere,
When it is intervening.

Treat not my day with pain,
I have a heart true;
Understanding simple and plain,
Now it's just up to you.
What is there to give or share,
Each touch so intimating;
Love is the sweetest affair,
But we are still learning.

Every Word That I'll Sing

Every word that I'll sing is yours,
In one way or in the next;
Remember this when time deplores,
No one's free and unvexed.

It has taken us more than a while,
Not a thought I've found is free;
Find a moment that has gone a mile,
All our dreams will be or not be.

Love is everything we ever said,
Ever changing waves of the air;
Nothing will move further ahead,
That has not come from elsewhere.

Bridge
Every heart is to the yonder,
Full of dreams that are gone by;
Who can be ever more founder,
Then the dreams of the blue sky.

Every word shall go the distance,
With a hope that is there in;
Nothing with them up for a chance,
You will either lose or win.

Days and things we used to know,
Have a spot in many ways;
Minutes and hours - times ago,
Shall be within like photoplays.

Give a change and give a hope,
What will come or be the same;
Memories are life's chromoscope,
Burning on like a candle flame.

What is love - if not all of this,
Dreams go further on their wings;
I have longed for with my wish,
Every word remembered sings.

Pulses in The Downstream

Pulses in the downstream,
From all the old days gone;
Complicated undisciplined seem,
In and out the autobahn.
Withered leaves of yesterday,
Whistling in the breeze;
With shades of a morning gray,
Around the barren trees.

Soon will come the morning,
With dawn on someone's street;
Desire and all its yearning,
Making thoughts so bittersweet.
Tonight's life though must go on,
Before another day begins;
What has past - is a cabochon,
For the worries and chagrins.

Pulses in submission,
By a world that can not hope;
For the day's of superstition,
Purgatorial fires and zootrope.
Making for this onward night,
Dreams between or under sleep;
Lost moments in their flight,
Not the seeds of ours to keep.

March to Chad

March to Chad,
Summer in the desert;
What we know we had,
In European comfort.
People come everywhere,
Day by the hour through;
Into the waste here,
Going from old to new.

Time buried images,
Of what the year brings;
All suffering adages,
That to a courage sings.
The affiliation flower,
A straight line clear-cut;
From inside timeless hour,
That can not be accurate.

Trim the tree of blood,
The torn tongue leaps;
The centuries confounded,
Wisdom there now sleeps.
A flamed winged spark,
The daughter of the air;
The time has become dark,
Dust to dust earth's hair.

The Raindrops Come and Go

The raindrops come and go,
In any time and day;
Summers wither or grow,
In inter colors play.
Everything will move on,
Nothing is standing still;
What is then right or wrong,
In any vaudeville.

The raindrops fall and cry,
Glisten on the earth;
From the cloudy sky,
That gave rainbows birth.
Like a freshly pearl,
On the ground or bloom;
A rivers waves awhirl,
That in time is doom.

The raindrops and rainbow,
Freshly and the new;
Like reflection afterglow,
Of yesterdays fallen dew.
Hours pass be forgotten,
More ways come again;
Old with the new trodden,
All together to maintain.

Ice Crystal's Beauty

Ice crystal's beauty,
In a forgotten passage;
The roughness of infinity,
In a fiery afterimage.
The mystic of the dark,
Flowing with the mist;
Drifting light and spark,
Twilight's evening twist.

Ice and fire contrast,
The boundary of each;
Showing deep its cast,
Something to overreach.
Playful in the moonlight,
Expressing the flashes;
Inner structure anthracite,
Wall to wall airspaces.

Ice water reflection,
Within indecisive walls;
The underlying connection,
From within giants halls.
Mystic of polymorphous,
Sculptures of phantoms;
The beauty and fragileness,
Of metaphor inside atoms.

Meetings With Summer

Meetings with summer,
When the spring shall return;
Color varieties strummer,
The new seedlings to learn.
Like the stars above burning,
All is filled with morn light;
And our hope is yearning,
For the new and very bright.

Meetings with new day,
That was not here before;
Growth comes in to the allay,
With flowers to adore.
All what is of innocence,
Now covering the earth;
In great shade abundance,
And the garden of rebirth.

Returning in spring,
Everything in fragrance;
Bee on a rosebud buzzing,
Life is fresh of instance.
Apparitions manifest,
Phrase callow creations;
Summer's beauty abreast,
Full age of expectations.

What Are You Made Of

What are you made of
If not for a harvest?
What are you made of
If not for the very best?
All things are different
Burned through and had,
You have to relent
What that might add.

What are we made of
If not from a wood?
What are we made of
If nothing turns good?
Dreams are away now
Are they forgotten?
Or shall we somehow
Manage through the rotten.

What am I made of
If not my own flesh?
What am I made of
If it's something less?
Give, take another hour
Reach to world's trough
- Open up treasure chest,
Start its engine's doff
- All is within the armrest.