I couldn’t sleep for thoughts of you Morning, feelings, cold and dew Everything was just so fine Clueless, lost that was my crime Nothing in my dark lit up Thoughts of you kept coming but the loneliness kept holding tight This opponent was my lifelong fight Seldom happiness would have a say All the vivid colors turned to gray Forsaken in my ice age day by day A cul-de-sac, a dead end stop I would rant and rave until I dropped Nothing changed, it wasn’t meant to be Even my dreams and wishes couldn’t set me free Some force was negating, maliciously intent a life of accomplishment and content I bargained till my beard turned white the other one just laughed at this my plight You could have cashed your soul for fun and lived a life of sin and some he even mentioned that my soul was worth a bit he’d talk to Karma even Hades could be skipped Then he left for he had other things to do I should call him if I'd feel I’m through In between he came around telling me I wasn’t sound I should think about a deal Rap it up and put a seal What’s the point when nothing works and your days are filled with hurt Life’s too short to live in pain All agree that is a shame and there’s no one here to blame But who was he who tempted so What energy did make him grow I made him up that much I know therefore why can’t I let him go Worry, fear, and disillusionment helped in his establishment Sunshine, love, and laughter will destroy his term as master To beat him at his game and bring happiness again my entire life I searched for you questioning exhausted if you could be true often clueless, lost, I lived through years of rue and spent much time talking to the stars with tears hoping that someone might open up their ears My angels came a running, just before it was too late They called the wind to blow a storm and change my fate You greeted me and we knew before a word was spoken that we had scars from many places we were broken Even now I do recall the times alone when my thoughts run away from home and I dig in places dark and drown forgetting all the joy you've brought and everything I ever sought There was no crime and no disorder Clueless, lost, I crossed the border Deep I sank into some feelings fleeing from my heart and being till you came along and stroked me with your song Finally, my life is mine to shine There never was a crime.
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Honey time is yummie time
The hive consisted of ten frames. They were overflowing and dripping with the most delicious, pure, raw honey.
A blessing. A miracle from the bees.
I took out four frames of honeycombs and left the rest for the bees. Then I put a Super extension onto the brood box adding another ten frames.
After I had squeezed the honeycombs and gave the wax back to the bees I had three and a half litres of sweet, liquid gold to see me through winter.
a pool a stream and you
I want to be a pool up in the mountains where it's cool I want to be a stream entranced by jungle and sea I want to be One but I am many times too I want to be true I want to be lost inside of you
I want to run past you and I want to hold your hand because I am the stranger and your closest friend I want to persuade you to come along because I am soft and eternally strong and I will make it worth your while come walk with me for a mile
I want to stand still and gaze at the sky I know I am the moments that can make you cry and the sunrise that lets you fly And then I want to rush on towards light and bliss and through the wind I'll blow you a kiss I want to be the one who you miss
I want to sit quiet and hear each of your thoughts I am the listener and soulmate the universe brought I want to say something without words or great noise because I am here for a reason and out of free choice And deep in my pool a poem is hidden that I have written for you
I want to be the pool that you drink from and the stream that you ride when you want to be high Touch me and I will make you fly and wrap your heart in a song come along try
Coffee naked in the MilkyWay
Midnight. Respite from the heat. Coffee, with milk. No sugar. Life is sweet. Naked, sitting in the MilkyWay. Does Sirius care, or Castor wonder or Betelgeuse blush?
It must be an accepted fact then. Coffee, naked, in the MilkyWay.
I realise I am not round. I am odd. All the big things are round. I am small. I do think. I think so. Do they? Are big thoughts round? Going round and round.
Dogs bark at night. They know the MilkyWay. There must be other dogs up there. Why else would they bark? Even on cloudy nights they bark. Prove me wrong. Ask your dog.
Three times I saw the wand of light. Meteors that burnt bright. I soaked my rusk. I bent my head. I bent my fingers. I caught it just before it fell apart. I have to bend. My thoughts bend too. Where does bending go? It comes back to you.
Between one star and another there is lots of space to cover. Even to Jupiter and Mars. The grass is wet. I am entranced by all the stars. Am I just a visitor from somewhere far? Naked on a chair in the MilkyWay. Drinking coffee at midnight. Magic, I say.
The whole sky had moved. It was the deep of the night. The chair was now empty. The stars were still bright. I went searching for you. Sometime after coffee at midnight. Naked, in the MilkyWay.
fly me high
I saw you in the sky You where so high You drifted by High, high, high I saw you in the sky Amongst the scattered clouds floating about I saw you I wanted to shout Between the white and blue I saw you flying through The sun came up and there you were hanging on the invisible air I touched the sky to feel you fly but you were so high I wish to fly with you I'm in despair Oh sky so high when can I fly I want to watch the world drift by Never once I found my feet nor was I meant to dig so deep I want to fly and be so high Everyday I look into the sky Sometimes I see you gliding by Playing with your friend the wind in the thermals of the air I think I cry, I cry, I want to be so high I want to fly the airy ocean and land on cliffs and trees Soaring, zooming, diving, tumbling, would keep me from insanely mumbling My freedom's in the flying motion My wings are open like a book unread each page a feather full of promise When you read it then you let me fly that's how I find some solace There are no limits just look ahead I am in the sky again with you I waited not in vain We fly, fly, fly We are so high and very thankful too
two drawings
I have made two drawings: the way my life is now and the way it will be, the current state and the desired reality
The difference between them is easy to see: question marks, dullness and a head hanging down versus color, poise and a smile with no sign of a frown
Vividly I believed and I wore that hat filling the page I outlined my vision in black and then added some colour so I‘d remember to act
I imagined, I felt it and I was focused like a beam not on what wasn’t or what broke or all that had been but of flying a kite, my symbol of freedom, and living my dream
A drawing quite clearly it needed to be because a picture brings out the purest form of my fantasy while words would leave far too much room for ambiguity
Inspired by and credit to Patti Dobrowolski Draw your future, TEDx Rainier
Was I, am I, shall I be? What?
“The more we become the more we are and the closer we get.”
“I am a stone and a tree and the water and the bee I am the green of the grass and the night-time and stars I am fire and wind, nature and the sky und das Kind I am space and matter and nothing at all I am the flower and beauty, I am big and I’m small I am and I am not, I am the designer and I am the plot.”
Excerpts From: ‘Beyond Cloudia’ by Raiden Germain
African summer morning
It is truly summer now on the southern tip of Africa.
Daytime temperatures have broken the 38C (100F) numerous times already.
Yesterday was another one of those hot days.
Suddenly, as if I have missed a month or two, the sun has nearly reached its southern most point, the tropic of Capricorn, also called the summer solstice.
At five in the morning she rises into the coolness, 20C (68F), of the waning night, greeted by the red-chested Cuckoo’s call and the laughing doves cu-cu-roo-cuuing while the southern Boubou entices her with his melodious voice. It is not a silent time and yet it is a quiet time. Wagtails, Robins, Thrushes, Bulbuls, Sparrows, Masked Weavers, Amethyst Sunbirds and Hadeda’s abound. The swallows are doing acrobatics in the sky. A faint breeze rustles the green leaves as they catch the first rays of sun. The lawn is refreshingly wet and cool to walk on barefoot and all the birds find something on the green carpet or in the bushes to eat. I sit by my fountain like I did last night when it was illuminated by solar light and I let the new day dawn on me. Each drop of water brings the sun higher into the sky.
It is a glorious time of the year.
The garden is expressing its joy in the most wonderful colours and shapes. If someone would ask me if green is one of the primary colours I would absolutely affirm it, and yet red, yellow and blue are.
Days flow into nights and into days again as summer winds its magic through our lives. The fountain of summer gives abundantly as if to say, “Drink to your hearts content, my partner the winter is having a rest.” Disbelieving I look at the garden that there once was winter where now there is not even a memory of it anymore. Such is life. Thankfully I embrace the summer and forget the winter. Thankfully I remember the good times and mostly forget the bad and difficult ones.
As I take a deep sip from my cool jug of water I feel life invigorating me and summer blessing me. If I had nothing and was given a chance to choose amongst many things I would choose summer first and then everything else. What would life be without the beauty and fruition of summer? Nature knew all too well that summer days should be the longest days of the year.
Give me sixty hours in a summer day and I will write you poetry for fifty-nine the other hour I will sing to you as I prepare another rhyme My words like a mountain stream will flow and their story breathlessly embraces you summer days and summer nights will glow now that I've found what I know is true Give me ninety hours in a summer day and I will play for eighty-nine one hour lovingly I will fill my heart sending you this dearest gift of mine My eyes in awe another summer day will see and every moment addictively I fill my soul summer, without you I could never be you give my life, a reason and a goal Give me a lifetime of summer days I would dream for all but one One day I would spend in gratitude Wishing you are never gone
See, – in front of me
I have eyes and I do see whatever there is in front of me
The light in the dark the long road ahead a bird on a tree the thoughts in my head fog obscuring my heart a flower and a bee I see all this in front of me
The sunrise this morning thunder and lightening rain and then hail a note in the mail a smile that was lost tears in their eyes destruction at all cost
The poor and the weary the hungry and scared those that have lost someone and those that are dead a stick in the hand and a bag on the shoulder I see all that looking ahead
The bounce of a ball hate in their eyes a future uncertain a child that cries a gun to the head a knife at the throat all I see very, very load
Misguided people, selfish agendas ignored values, shunned respect heralding their own importance and splendour vaccination by bullets and bombs sinking into the deepest debt creators of the generation of lost ones inept at seeing or reading life's map
What's in the back I can't see unless I turn mistakes, lectures and memories galore and then what would I gain in return all things I can't change and have no more when I look back I awaken the past ahead is my way I must move on to the bridge of my future not the shore of my past
The smile of a stranger the arms of my lover a happy home and a jolly mood the beam of the son as he finds his father a kid with a plate full of food threatened by insanity of war, crime and danger
Hundreds of channels filled with confusion I have eyes that do see and I can't live in total exclusion but when I look I can choose where to dwell and shape my own destiny I shall not fall under media's spell jealously guarding my right to be
I have eyes and I do see whatever there is in front of me
Light, shadow, me: the trinity
Without me (or a tree etc.) light would have no mate That's why I am That's why we are three Inseparable and still unique Sometimes I, the shadow, am, and sometimes I am not That is because sometimes you are and sometimes not When I am not, I just am behind a veil Sometimes I am you and you are me Shadow, light and me, the trinity
I, the shadow, am the soulmate of you I am not the opposite of light I can only be if you are, and me too It is you that sculptures me It is me that draws your face Using the crayons filled with grace
Without you I would be a lonely light I could not live and shine so bright That would be night, a mere shadow of me We are as one in three Therefore I am trinity
We are inseparable and yet apart You rise in the east And yet in the mornings I stretch west But in the evenings east is my quest When you are there then I am here But altogether we are the trinity
We are at our peak when we are born Or when we go to rest Antipodes you think but somewhere we do meet A triangular circle Mathematics at its best
At noon I am not, but still you are We are combined together We have met Now is our time to rest and be complete I am light, shadow, me I, you, we are trinity
~Nothing, clueless & lost~ 