I'm on the top of the world lookin' down on creation
And the only explanation I can find
Is the love that I've found ever since you've been around
Your love's put me at the top of the world.........Songwriters: CARPENTER, RICHARD LYNN / BETTIS, JOHN
|What can I say...he is an absolute darling! Summer 2009|
Frog spawn in the pond
Covered by water lilies
Peaceful and serene
Croak of frogs disturbes the peace
Delightful small creatures' jump!
Amphibians by *La-Tete-Ailleurs*
*Nature at her Best*
Flame in Sky!
*The Forgotten Tomb*
NOTHINGNESSThe soundless cry of an empty heart
An endless race that has no start
Forgotten yet it can be found
Loud but never makes a sound
Smiling, how can it be sad
Can goodness really trump the bad
Youthful yet it feels so old
Being warm and really cold
Claims victory without a race
Appears intact, but out of place
Smells so bitter, tastes so sweet
Hearts that really never beat
In search of truth to find the lies
Lacking wings but tries to fly
Breaths in air, but has no life
Granting pity but causing strife
Born to live, but all must die
While nothingness waits by the bye…
MI MARIPOSAMi Mariposa, speak thy will,
and gaze upon the waters still;
pray silence for the winds sweet song,
while letting daydreams dance along.
Your wishes may the God’s fulfill…
Your kiss could melt the coldest chill,
thy touch it takes away my ills;
in your embrace I feel no wrong.
The teardrops down your cheeks will spill,
in pools of joy they now distill;
I’ll be your shelter from the throng,
may you find peace your whole life long.
Your beauty time could never kill,
Our BecomingWe became Life
in a breath drawn between us
our shared exhale whispered
let me breathe you
breathing through thick and thin
would mean bleeding out
torn by thorns
shoved down the throat
twisted and forced up again
let me breathe you
in this rhythmic transition
to a vision beyond measure
as waves of strength and wisdom
form in humility’s elusive sea
so shall we
grow and breathe together
through pain’s woe
and in pleasure’s glow
with the patient steady flow
of our becoming
A Love Lies Waiting
Day 10When one door closes,
They say one more will open.
Don't wait; start knocking!
Day 22Beautiful people,
You are excellent beings,
Each and every one.
Of He who Came to this WorldAdrift in the vengeance of her delirium,
I pierced the veil of eternity ....
And upon the breast of madness did I feast,
marooned in shadow’d-whispers
My soul bequeathed to this pellucid-abyss;
— a Halcyon clad in darkness dreaming
Lo, I saw hunters rise in the ether —
ghosts in the seraphic-blackness peering
Of beauteous melancholy, I lay quest
Wherefore, the blood of stars I reap & sow
How the breath of her lust befalls; —
a kiss of diamonds cast deep in the snow
Now bereft a foe beneath my skin,
where impassion'd plee she dare bespeak!
I grasp the silk of a fable spent
Yet thy visage lingers thru season’s fame,
haunting my soul like a Winter’s song
Til the age of silence, my lament doth rain,
unto solemn-brook, wherest thee prevail
And I bare the weight of a thousand skies,
To thy harbor, forever my spirit shall sail
— Arthur Crow © 2014
Prince of Wolves
Have you ever?
Have you ever loved so much it hurt?
Have you ever lost and loved again?
Have you ever felt as low as dirt?
Have you ever found then lost a friend?
Have you ever hugged a baby close?
Have you ever held a tiny hand?
Have you ever kissed cheeks like a rose?
Have you ever had fun in the sand?
Have you ever wished for something more?
Have you ever jumped the gravy train?
Have you ever helped someone who's poor?
Have you ever felt another's pain?
Have you ever lost someone in death?
Have you ever felt the sharpened blade?
Have you ever seen the last drawn breath?
Have you ever wished you just had stayed?
Have you ever praised the One above?
Have you ever knelt down on your knees?
Have you ever cried just like a dove?
Have you ever begged the One who sees?
Have you ever sailed into the sky?
Have you ever walked upon the moon?
Have you ever scaled a mountain high?
Have you ever rode the big balloon?
Have you ever dwelt upon the past?
Have you ever prayed for once again?
Have you ever wishe
What Dreams May Come
As I lay me down to sleep I dream of tales untold.
Lovers who can drive me wild and some who leave me cold.
Bitter dreams of bitter things and sometimes streets of gold.
Dreams of timid angels and of some who herald bold.
Flying high o'er barren lands and seas of aqua hue.
I relish sights unseen and cherish every hidden view.
Earth relinquished planet Janus now is born anew.
Wondering if truths held dear were ever really true.
Heaven's carriage with no riders sailing toward the moon.
Wishing wells and private hells and Macy's day balloons.
Under water still can breathe a miracle lagoon.
Living happy dancing slowly singing lovesick tunes.
As I lay me down to sleep I dream of tales untold.
Some are newly painted and some dreams are really old.
Never given thought to meanings as these do unfold.
Waking hours living life have kept my dreams on hold.
WINTER ORIGAMIUnder a willow's wispy eaves you will find me,
Winter's frozen origami with a prayer enticing
my cold blue lips to move, I try to elevate a
white warmth into my joints-but they hurt from
being too long comfortable with the Solitude
I had known, what price must I pay to melt?
Must I pay every frostbitten day with my soul?
My hair is ensnared in frosty weaves,
ice and snow has left me a statue of purity
long remembered, I force the arthritis
from my emotions so my tears can have their
liquid lapse and my soul-no longer enslaved
in Winter's hoary grave-can fly without
following the undulations of the Sky,
shedding icicles in my tears before they
can splinter my origami emotions into pulp,
I wish I could twist and fixate my form
into a snowflake, I will discard the frost
that left my solitary bloom bare and catch
snowflakes in my eyes instead, but I was
the one who contorted my shadow into a
question mark and left my candle to flicker
when I wasn't home, a declaration of purity
I will resu
IN MY MUSEUM...When a heavy snowfall sugarsnaps the stillness
before you harvested it into your pockets...
When the Wind blows away your words until
you're tormented by their signature absence...
When the sobbing gray rain distills you
into a pool of bittersweet remembrance...
Come take a tour of my museum,
let my name be the rhythm that lulls you
into another season of caffeinated relations
and reflections that preserve my memory
crystal-faceted, along my warm white halls
you will find many glass vases I have filled
with poetry and the beautiful intricacies
that have moved my soft-centered soul to create,
motifs of snowflakes and butterflies who
still believe themselves organically alive,
crescent light smiling where my hurt sleeps
and an ancient record of sound-like rain
tapping Morse code against my windowpane,
or a little gecko whispering her gentle wisdom,
I have preserved them all in my museum...
and the seeds of Solace I have carefully sewn
inside for when somber storms leave me shaken
LimboIn limbo stuck between,
Forgotten, lost and unseen,
Waiting between heaven and hell,
A place where all lost souls dwell.
Condemned not by heavenly force,
Rather by an internal source,
Caught by what is right and true,
Imprisoned by my love for you.
Doggie, DoggieDoggie, Doggie, while you dream,
Why is it you yelp and scream?
Why do you wag your nubby tail?
And let out a longing wail?
Are you chasing the black cat?
Did you see a dirty rat?
Are you hunting a red fox?
Are you stealing mommy's socks?
Are you doing something extreme?
What does my little doggie dream?
ResidueShe wilts in the wind,
but laughter still sounds from a
JoyMay life whisper
joy through your veins
before lidding your eyes.
I Should Be ArrestedI Should Be Arrested
But so should she when she flashes me…
…With those perfect teeth.
She's always smiling at me and really,
It’s her fault that my heart is always speeding!
Leave Them In SpaceLeave Them In Space
Stars have never roamed red carpets.