Archive for July, 2009
Beauty shining in the sky
Beams, but passionate graces
The warmth that invokes a sigh
But to hot for any advances
The way you bring light to day
By eminating pure emotion
And when your gone it seems so gray
No giving of love or absorption
Leaving me but one choice to try
One that opens all my chances
Remembering you in my minds eyes
Your essence everlasting dances
This darkling plain lit by your omnipotence
Delivers me from my unworthy puritan’s.
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Shining visions from the moonlight
Of that warm heart of affection
Our search for more delight
Through her mind of flowing passion
Her hair glowed in the night
As she moved in her eleoquent fassion
I lay wondering about her beauty
Dreaming of her love
Waiting for our unity
Where are hearts could could rise above
Clearly she is a beautiful person
As soon she will be together
With this admiring companion
I’ll just visualize and believe
And we will find what we want to achieve
Love
I feel though I were Miranda
Looking naively a the travelers afar
Be wildered and capture in awe,
O brave new world I saw
A cherublin of providence divine
Dilated the pupil to my mind
If I could write the beauty of her eyes
And in fresh numbers number all hergaces
The age to come would say this poet lies
Such heavenly touches newer touched entirely faces
I could compare her to a summer day
But summer days do fade away
I could try to describe her warm with time
But what would she take I match with mine
My only hope is to preserve her in my thoughts
For no novel or poem could depict the beauty caught
Her honey breathe still infects my nose
And from her kisses my checks still glow
Her presence made me stay worth while
And her silver tongue left me in eternal smile
I feel you in my heart
Churning in my desires
Feeding my fire
But why do I feel so apart
Do I feel your loss of interest
Is love always so complex
I remover when our love began to start
Long conversations of emotion
Making some subtle devotions
We molded our love like art
Colorful memories that last
And the few appealing contrasts.
I am a sailor without his charts
No direction to go
A lost, hopeless soul
But our emotions are smart
And your small beckons of feeling
Shows me what your concealing
So all I can say
Is I’ll love you only one
For the rest of my days
I’ll love you more and more each moment passing and each moment to pass.
“I don’t seek my friends with hours to kill but hours to live,”
says the Prophet
So I offer infinite time to you, my friend
To understand the gifts we can give
Through the knowledge we can transcend
Into days of light and years of plenty,
Where we can glow in the small world
A bond of considerable possibilites
To rise to high connect with great minds
Seen by all eyes, or not
We shall find, a relationship of true honesty
Let it be,
You and me
Do I love her
Can you truly love one
Maybe its a desire
No its more, we have a bond
And I enjoy her, maybe I admire
Her, the elegance, spirit and compassion
Am I becoming obsessed
With her environment.
Do I perceive her as a goddess
I don’t believe this is what I meant
By admiration, I’m proud
Proud of the love I found
I wonder if she truly loves me
Can she love a single entity
Maybe I am just a toy
That she plays with while she’s bored
Can it be that I’m annoying
And playing hr chords
Can she only stand small douses
Of my over powering love,
Just enough to arouse her
Without consuming to much
No I think she loves me.
She watches my every step
But her stare always In my eyes
Caringly she rest her head on my chest
When together time seems to fly bye
Oh well I love her
She will never leave my arms
She shall never loose her charm
Although this is to clench fro the nineties
Does love really happen this way
Is this the way it develops
In sporadic moment passion
Do I love her
Can you truly love one
Love is like Water
Sometimes it meanders
Like a lost mountain creek
Often it’s as rapid as a river
Falling down a cliff so steep
We often have our ups and downs
Where are emotions fill us up
Or dry like a well
Some water loses appearance
Abused by lack of awarness
Occassionally it flows in douses
Like a light sprinkle of rain
Which is enough to arouse us
One can dies without water
As once can die without love
It holds us together
Where we can not consume enough
Oh, how one wishes to capture
That holy water
And hold it deep in their heart
Where it could boil
Whenever a new love starts
Summer Lover
In this world so bright
Only one light
I saw the night
Which blinded my sight
Such a glorious view
Gazing at you
But my emotions were oppressed
By the beautiful goddess
And forever her voice
Shall be in my ears
And by choice
Someday will be aware
Of our bond in the summer air
To my summer love
Even though I never sent this poem, I will always
Be aware of the love that came in the summer air.
For love for her is like no other
For I love her with all my heart
Such emotions like these last forever
For my soul aches when we are apart
My lips are still wet from affectionate lover
Who delivers me into a state of fantasy
As she holds me tightly under the covers
Pushing us to limits of ecstasy
Two bloody african crane looking birds caused me to wake up this morning at 5 am, not even the sleeping pills could keep me down. Rather the pills provoked somewhat of an outerbody experience. I was drugged just enough to imagine these dinosaur like creatures… the last time I dreamed of dinosaurs I was five years old. At first, I had a vague feeling of helplessness and abduction… and then somehow I was floating outside of my window trying to scare them away by waving my hands at them. I remember coming back through the wall, and then I awoke completely.
Apparently two egyptian geese fly and land across the complex on someone elses roof, according to the old woman who runs maintenance. She said I am lucky they don’t come on our roof, as she walked away squaking and cooing, and hocking up things I rather not explain in an attempt to imitate the goose. I am glad not to have the geese after her display.
What a pleasure it is though, to hear birds in the morning right outside of your house in the city. I can’t remember the last time I was startled enough to wake up by a bird in Vancouver. However, these bloody things do sound like crows on a loud speaker…
I could make a comical play on words, with regards to birds. Maybe that I have not been hanging out with the right ones, or how there are certain ones that maybe woke me up in Vancouver. Something maybe about various sparrows from the prairies or BC that have managed to fly in and out of my dreams, but that would be cliche, because those who read my words would know I am writing about them. Therefore I will not play on these words. I could even play on words as far as having seen a very rare bird in BC that I have not seen for some time but captured in prose. One rare bird in particular whom I have forever taken a picture in my mind, and imagine waking me up in the morning. This type of imaginary bird would make the sounds of all other birds fathomable. Or at least one would think, if I were to play on such words, but I can’t because it would just make for lousy writing and a weak metaphor.
Therefore I will simply say that this morning when I awoke, in my drug hazed slumber, post outerbody experience, I thought about logging in and writing you. I have no regrets really for not spending more time with you, because in many ways, I think you know from my deepest sincerity as a friend, I am there like the very light that wakes you up in the morning or the one that keeps you up at night. The reality is, all you need to do is log in and say hello and I am here.
Robyn’s thoughts on his daughter
There are many ways to look at life, of which one is to see through your eyes,
I wish to hear your thoughts and see the world through you,
To understand brilliance and the making of someone wise,
Seeing into the past, present, and future from your view.
Somehow we can look far away into the unknown,
Peering somewhere and still be looking at your face,
No matter how big you have grown,
No sequential number could quantify amazing grace.
Your angelic physical presense does look like my sister and my niece,
And when I am with you I feel so much of loves overwhelming peace,
Walk with me as me and me as yourself my little one,
For one immortal moment for your children to pass on.
As if in a photograph captured in your genetic perfection,
A gift weaved into our family quilt of eternal life, it’s my affection.
An infinitive is the root word of a verb plus the word ‘to’. Thus an infinitive verb is relatively easy to spot because it is always preceded by the preposition ‘to’. For example, the infinitive of the verb ‘spots’ is ‘to spot’, of ‘ages’ is ‘to age’, of ‘loves’ is ‘to love’, of ‘called’ is ‘to call’, and so forth. Note also that the infinitive of ‘is’ is ‘to be’.
Not all words preceded by the word ‘to’ are verbs or form infinitives. For example, in the sentence, ‘Geraldine gave the ball to me’, the phrase ‘to me’ does not form an infinitive.
A surprisingly common fault in essay writing is what is known as the split infinitive. That is, the ‘to’ and the verb word get separated by other words, usually an adjective or adverb. For example:
