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There's a moon abandoned in the eastern sky
down in the meadow they're drinking rye
strangers deep in a foreign land
shelter now in the shifting sand

The juju man carries sticks and stones
the women hum in murderous tones
I saw the one eyed man with purple gaze
call the wind to rise at the end of days

Who do you love
I said who do you love
Who do you love

The sun sank deep in the western sky
the boats upon the water ply
worry not this station's manned
singing songs of an ancient band

The mystic casts his tiny runes
in the caverns of the mighty dunes
you have to pray for pleasant days
time and time it slips aways

Who do you love
I said who do you love
Who do you love

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXIII ]


Cipher

“A, B, C –
Take this key
On a spree,
Little bee!...

Let her be!
Set it free!
Like the sea
Sings to me –

On my knee,
Loving Thee,
Counting three,
I am free; -

Turn to me,
Bumble bee!
Drink some tea,
From this tree!.. –

Leaves, with glee,
Crave for me; -
Pity me!
Raging sea –

Pray, to see
What such plea
Bring in thee: –
Love, to me!

Wee, wee, wee!..
Just be free,
Bumble bee!”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Out in the open meadow
Swaying in the breeze
I am a wildflower
Living a life of ease

The seed from which I grew
Was blown here by the wind
It landed on the earth
And that was my beginning

I am watered by the rain
And fed by the earth
Each of them is dear to me
My life depends on both

My beauty is free for all to see
Even a little child
I love the life I am living
I enjoy being free and wild

Life & love
I do remember my first love
At sweet sixteen to seventeen,
I didn’t doubt my young lover
Until I realised it was all over,
Betrayed I felt to the bone
Moved on I did on my own,
My second was great and lasted for years
It grew in strength with laughter and tears,
Only ending in pain for us both to feel
I do know for sure this love was real,
Moving on to the deepest love of all
I did not realise how hard I could fall,
You left me in turmoil and despair
A broken man in need of repair,
We met again after many years
And enjoyed the closeness we once shared
The love was still there I felt it for sure
As if time had stood still if only it could,
You left the next day as you said you should.
I think of you often,I do wish you well
Too many years I’ve stayed in my shell,
Try to move on I tell myself,
Don’t be left upon the shelf,
Find someone new to take away the pain
I have taken relief now and again,
Once was almost real until the bubble did burst
Embarrassing episodes slowly got worse.
I can’t believe it’s 20 years
since I heard those 3 words everyone hears
Don’t take them for granted and use them well
For in your heart you can always tell,
Who makes it skip a beat?
And company is always a treat,
Who appreciates you for who you are?
And truly believes you are a star.
Believe in love! I still do,
I remember it well and it was true.

Take care old fool cause nobody else wants to dig you out of your pool

Yes many will come to suggest a way some that may save the day
yet, it's still ultimately our choice of how we want to play

The old cliche ye can lead a horse to water but, can't make him drink
how often it makes us ponder and think

See how youth laughs and plays through all those lost and forgotten summer days

Now our eyes are old and dim and life is viewed in a haze

When we thought we couldn't wait to be cool and grown up now we sit in bed or chair hoping not to spill our cup

As we take our pills and eat the swill looking through the glass feeling like a stupid a**

Watching the world pass us by reflecting those moments of joy that made us cry
Even the sorrows seem to be a joyful sigh

The face we see counting the lines and scars though we wear them with honor under a crimson sky as we wipe the tears from our eyes.

Where is our reward but, to feel the reaper's sword as he prods us along that final path in the hope to reach the house of a mysterious lord

There are no promises in this life nor warranty implied to avoid the strife
Yet, we have choices and paths to walk and much idle talk

We may have had many loves and friends to comfort us along the way with many life's lessons, their value is never a waste for they are our guides and teachers in bringing us to ourselves

No matter how old we get or feel one thing is certain upon meeting the end of our time, mommy and daddy we cry for in leading us through the dark and uncertainty sublime

A journey we all must take alone though we are given the hope of a shepherd to lead us to his home.

Memories of our life may flash before us the good and bad alike those footprints in the sand we look for along the hike
We wonder who will be holding our hand when we reach our final stand

Will our folks and long lost friends be there to welcome us to a banquet that never ends?

One can only hope for such a meet
In the meantime let us pray that our lord will our soul he keeps

When I first moved out I spent 80 dollars on my Christmas tree
Tree was 30
Lights were about 20
Ornaments, star and garland about 30
That was 1996
I have added different ornaments since then
I try to add one new one each year
Snoopy, Simpsons, Southpark, Bugs Bunny, hockey puck
That last few years I have added National Lampoon's Christmas
This is the first time I have spent over 100 dollars on three ornaments
It has Clark, his wife Ellen, and his two kids, Audrey and Rusty
You connect them together with a special power cord
When you press one, then they act out scenes from the movie
Each one lights up as they talk to each other
The whole thing revolves around scenes related to getting the Christmas tree
It takes about three minutes
I can't wait to put it on my tree this weekend

"The Quotes Garden"


[ XXII ]


To whom

“To whom
I owe such feelings
Bursting on our ceilings?
Shimmering, vanishing away...

These golden peelings,
Drying out the candles,
- When two shadows pray –
Weeping angels, in a room;

To whom
I give these gentle beats
Which pass beyond the railings?
There is a book with handles.

A red moon holds my heart.
Wide eyes, shattering a world;
Broken chord, for a soothe
- To where your fingers sway –

To whom
I owe a song, beloved?!
The flower of my youth,
In silence, withered away…”


©Th3Mirr0r

(2017-2019)

Tobacco on the wind
I catch it rarely
the first strike of a cigarette
before it gets stale
allows me to transcend time
sends me back to the days
of my Uncle,
stained fingers and fishing stories
rolled his own
Yesterday I caught the smell of smoke
in the country
turned out it was a beekeeper
going about his business
it wasn't such a sweet smell
but it had a similar entrancing effect.

Into the night I follow. Shadows and ghosts are hollow into the future I creep taking away the night to freak as I seal winding rounds are around winding truths make a sound. Into the night I flee to seek to find a place for me to stake. A shadow of light approaches I kneel to take it on as I heal into the night I flee into the night I flee. Sounding so harsh I take away from the moment. Into the night I go. To find a place for me to show. Into the night you get a fright you take flight to end the darkness of the forever night. Into the night I go. Into the night I let it go, approvals not necessary I run to stay I stay to run into the night I flee.

You made me believe again
and not in second chances
but hope in its truest form
that destiny romances

and there is just a way
red ribbons burning down
left upon your walls
lonely on your crown

that you could once release
never show the world to me
but just a tiny piece
of all you seem to be

you are something sacred
you are more than words
the missing incantation
bloodletting from your swords

I remember another time
in another far off place
we met like this on a road once
but you didnt know my face

you said hello traveler
would you like to stop a while?
hear a tale of a weary wander
whos walked too many miles

and you sang and I listened
and I swear i heard it true
it was not just another melody
but truly a piece of you

and you laid it in the air
and it gently drifted down
into the fires crackling light
then landed on the ground

it sprouted up and bloomed
upon my very grave
been going on eternities
the one i can not save
a moment that escapes me
i knew it by its scent
it calls to me for release
and i think its heaven sent

it seems to sell no sense now
but blink and try i might
to close my eyes and dream
within this fallow night

there came another whisper
of a song i heard before
a thousand years this lonely road
weve walked it all before

but still we keep on meeting
and still we act surprised
like nothing more than children
along for a quiet ride

but it was anything but
because the song it carried through
it told me of the growing
and it told me of the yew

and there was a light in the middle
and a place i could not name
burning yearning capturing
something akin to flame

upon your shoulders
down the small of your back
id like to finish the story
but i think im losing track

but someday it will come to me
and i sware ill write it down
right this wrong and walk on through
not just another town

waiting on the outskirts
to hear that song
just one more time
and find my way home

The tree it lives forever
within and around
it sheds its own light
upon the beacon drowned

I swore that i would find you
and now im glad to wait
all it costs is happen stance
and carrying the weight

Now the words are tired
the stories had its fill
its time to sleep and dream again
up upon that hill.

Where once two weary travelers
met in the midst of night
glowing gleaming blinding
but somehow it was right.

The shape of heart mishapen
and leaden lay the key
but all im asking is for stories
you to come and go with me

Free in your ways
and me in mine
take flight in the sky
and recognize the time