Cast as a cloud out in my view
Current mood: curious
Category: Writing and Poetry

Cast as a cloud out in my view

We are fools tonight, only the sea dwellers will see them clear

They cast uneven shadows on our land; us that dwell with the earth under foot will lose the sense of them

And just see their gray and shaded rain

Open Ocean, vast, untamed escape, dotted with vessels of knowledge and view

My green eyes look upon you

My feet sink into your sands

The rocks you steal from our lands

And give back this beach this beauty

This landscape full

Of my emptiness 

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Sailing life
Current mood: Looking for metaphor

Sailing life

This little boat is raised and drops with bright eyed blue tone, strongest wood

Amid white washed billowed sails cast out

The turning, twisted waves roll on and rise and fall and rain again

Storm clouds form from calmest oceans, growing darker, Sirens motion.

O' Battered boat so small, so proud, lashed with salt and sand

to make the deepest wounds still sting

though battened down and tight that pain will still seep in

You will drift, with hope it's never far from course

Tides are debts and on these tides a sailor sails without remorse

Sea-dog, Rain-dog, smiling on Dog-days

Its rum and ink

Its waters full of life

Its salt

It's the new horizons never to be caught

But it's the journey

Watching the curve of the earth

No sight or sound of land

It's seeing the moons bright light

Reflections, those silver coins glinting in the midnight water

It's the sun hot and filling the sky

Reflections, those flecks of fools gold intangible treasures

Seeing the bounty for what it really is

The tolling of life's bell that speaks

The lighthouse warning waves to me

New days dawning

Still the rise

The falling

In this vastness, of each day, this sea 

Solitary sailor, as close to free as I can be

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Rain Dog
Current mood: in touch with the hobo of the soul
Category: in touch with the hobo of the soul Writing and Poetry

Rain dog

Muzzy, muzzled by drink I pad from place to place

Sniffing the air for that rum soaked haze

The smile, the teeth, the taste

Worn, torn streets smelling of piss and life

The days of child play long gone, a smoke drifting in the memory of my mind

A butt stubbed out, smoked already

But I can still smell the nicotine scent on its crumpled form, I keep it in an inside pocket, recollecting

These fingers are the same child's hands I have always had if not a little stained yellow and course now

The rain has no temperature, no wetness, just a presents, it seeps in like the faint smells that penetrate my clothes telling the story of where I have been

Huddle to the bar, to the talk, to the stranger, to the corner

Doorway frames my picture

My sense is washed away with the wine and water

And so I can feel home but never find my way back there

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Come check Audio of some of my poems
Current mood: creative
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Feel free to leave comments about them in here

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or just mail me

look forward to hearing from you

As I record them I will put them up so head back for new stuff

Much love to you all

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One Night and Valentine Fiction
Current mood: touched
Category: Writing and Poetry

To all you makers, breakers, dreamers and lovers

Those who know every moment is only here once

Maybe you can help me decipher the connection between these two but for some reason I have put them in the same blog

One night

She laid down just silent

No need for words

And in a moment she slept

Dreamt will I wept

Tears to a smile

bliss for a while

And why do I lay here?

Sweat in the summer night

No need for covers

Two cocooned lovers

Not hermit enough

so deeply in love

And the world moves around us

And we sleep to the sound of our breath.

Watch her breathe in the night

In the honey wax light

Cats crying outside

Like the sound of an infant

So why do I watch her?

Because I can not believe

So lucky, so happy,

So in love.

I could hold her

And stay all tangled and soft

All wanting and peaceful

In composite splendor

Not wanting to wake her

Just gentle and gazing

No thought for forsaking

We belong to each other

Then kissed one another

And spoke very softy

Just to word our love

Not that we could

To deep to explain

To good to refrain

So wanting to stay

One solitary couple

All brimmed with the feeling

Neither concealing

Just focused with ease

And lying so close

Just drifting through time

Like sinking through water

And I to have caught her

Dipped in the moment

And rested for now

A night with my lover

If only forever

Valentine fiction

There is always a road there is always a path better taken

There is always a feeling there is always hurt and love

There is always an emptiness and satisfaction

And there is always lust a sense of waste

Valentine fiction she spreads her wings before me

And we fly like courting crows on a midnight sky

O my valentine fiction she's prettier than a picture

Smoother than the red wine that I suck down my throat

On and on and I wish she could cut it and watch me bleed

I can seep into her every part into the corners of her mind

Into the needing of her soul and the wanting of her body

I can calm her and caress her and make her angry as hell

And she will love and lust for me, leave me and return

Back arched fast touch love making in the dead of night

She encloses me smothers me bowed she constricts me

Drops and she lifts me taught now she teaches me

Thrown back clawed and scared and hard as hell

And so I take her with love that will make her

Fantasy facing blood boiled racing

All to the chase quicken the pace

To the moment of warmth

And softness and light

Dead in the night

We drop to our cushioned self

And I put her away

Please feel free to pick the bones out of that one my friends

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Trilogy of the heart
Current mood: Reflective

© Kes_Shearer_2006

Trilogy of the heart

To those of you who wonder at windmills, want lighthouses,
the beach dwellers and the bar bums that still have a twinkle in there eyes
for the dreamers, the leavers and the lost
to all the muses and the poets and anyone who knows that the heart has no sense of time

The passed

Muse 

She danced like flickering candlelight

Entwined in melodies of breeze

And twisted in this natures site

Smiled as the reed-bed sang

Fish observed in passing water glides

This lover not obscured by riversides

So added notes of aqua tone

Obliged by such a deepness shown

This symphony without crescendo

Played in tribute to such beauty

Paled beside her gentile nature

Voicing celebrated wonder

O' and see those searching eyes

Deeper than the lake beside

Flawless starlight captured there

And held to see the world and stare

At every leaf and every cloud

Each willow reverently bowed

every wave of every sea

As it says goodbye to shores

So says in whispered tides I'm yours

The parting

She waves my heart to sleep

Obliged to draw yourself away

Departing now where once you'd stay

Leave with a smile, a fleeting glance

Distant echoes now your dance

With the movement of your leave

The room is still, the air I breathe

Motionless the worlds revolve

Lest your perfume should clear dissolve

Attempt to hold this crystallized

All features held so memorized

This saddened heart stilled in its beat

Within the moment two souls meet

This passing names the earth unkind

To separate such souls entwined

But drift you do as wave to shore 

Just once to kiss the sand, no more

But that one kiss to beach sinks deep

Passed now must leave this heart to sleep

The present

What lies beneath

What lies beneath?

The strongest flow of life

The thing that makes all sense out of the struggle

The thing that makes this living world a moment in pleasure

The thing that untangles these thoughts into spinning twines of light

Beside that deepest hurt the only time the pain would drift away

Tears fall where I should fall into your gaze

the passion bursting at the seams pushing these thoughts into dreams

It's not a hole, its not a gap, its not an emptiness

It's so full with the joy of memory and it cuts like a razor across my heart

With the sense of you everything melts away

And I am left with nothing

Footnote to my muse

Yesterday drifts on the same breeze that turns the sails of the windmill

And with every revolution another sense of you is sort

But I am chasing clouds

my mind is running in circles today

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the need to write
Current mood: thoughtful
Category: Writing and Poetry

He sat at the type writer head in hands the sweat from his palms and his forehead mingling, his eyes closed and covered trying to shut the world out, trying to hold the thoughts in his head, the images etched in a mad dance on his eyelids, they seemed to mock him he shut the door.

Why were they so crystal clear in thought but trying to coax them to make the journey onto the page so seemingly impossible. In his mind it all seemed like a film that he knew so well running in fast forward but as soon as he lifted a finger to type someone would press pause.

The small room comfortably claustrophobic, a writing cell, when he opened the door, light, day and sound would stream in and when the door was closed he could be locked into his subconscious these walls protected him from the world but they also protected the world from him. His only connection, the crack in the isolation that he could feed everything through was these blank pages.

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poem Drunk in the afternoon
Current mood: amused
Category: Writing and Poetry

So the circus faces,

gargoyle beauty,

speak to close to me,

smile demonically

and the miss-placed sun light

haze in my wincing eyes

the heat feels good I think?

disapproving looks to a smiling slur,

the loneliness of a long distant drinker.

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Poem The dawning of summer
Current mood: thankful
Category: Writing and Poetry

Full Moon light of winter shines Bella Luna graces the longest nights

And holds us cold, hopes cosy till seasoned mornings dawn.

Then rise, the clouded scenery the landscape painted grey

and like loves first kiss the sun is born lets feathered feelings play

giving sight to blinded eyes the skies are bound and honoured now

though we dwelt in darkness power present makes us question how.

The lightest touch is given to each leaf, each lake, each needing face

and shadows given life, a webs reflected grey as delicate as lace 

jewels in water float and flicker, flecks of golden grace 

a harvest hue adorns each corner where once just dwelt an empty space

the magic of the summer sun bears all with smiles behold

the human thirst is quenched we stand in radiance and bold

at last the summers here and resurrects our deepest strengths

and restores that which winter stole rebuilds our ebbed defence.

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Poem Happiness
Current mood: content

Just a bit of plan and simple observation

Happiness

Happiness is not a nostalgic state

Left uncontrolled in hand of fate

A gem of only childhood

Memories you have when things were good

Not a dream far out of reach

Not a concept to beseech

Not just a gift that others hold

Not just for wealth or beauty bold

It has no prejudice or catch

No criteria to match

No bribe to pay, no consequence

No form to fill or spiked defence

Its just a frame of any mind

Perspective view of things we find

Optimistic conciseness

Once giving more, expecting less.

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