When I die I'll be MusicWith so much beauty in the worldCouldn’t I have been bornAs anything but this flawed beingThat I am?In a world of waterfall and treesWolves, foxes, squirrels and fawns,With buzzing wasps and bees,Flying doves and silent swansWhy ain’t I one of these?If I float in the universe alongside galaxies,Comets and stars,Not too far from black holesAnd even closer to Mars,Why ain’t I from one of those?When I’m surrounded by the arias,The poetry and the paintings,By the sculptures and the buildings,The songs and the plays,Why ain’t I one of these makings?When I die I’ll be music.What about you?
100TC - 94. Brokenhearted (or Chris' Lament)The problem is not that I’m alone,That there’s no one to welcome me homeOr that the bed is empty in the morningin the evening and dawn.The issue is not the meals for one,The evenings in on my own,That there aren’t calls from anyoneand no reason to have a phone.The question is not that I’m lonelyin this one bedroom apartment.That there’s nothing to make it homey,except for what I can’t have anymore.The question is you once were hereand you were my one and only.The question is you showed me moreand had me longing for what I hadn’t before.The issue is my heart longs for youand my body misses your touch.The issue is I’d love to hate youbut I can no longer hold a grudge.The problem is I fell in loveand made a terrible mistake.The problem is I am not aboveof feeling this heartache.
100TC - 19. HomeI once thought I could only behappy on the other side of the horizon.Where the grass was greenerand the seas were so much bluer.Wherever I was…I wanted to be somewhere else.Whoever I was with…they were never the right one.Whenever I saw the snow,had snowball fights andmade snowmen,I wished for the white sandand to take a swimon tropical beaches.Happiness was harderand harder each day.The horizon was furtherand further away.(It’s just animaginary lineand you can nevernever everreach it.)I realized I can be happy anywhere.If I call it home.The grass sometimes is talland the sea if far away.But there’s no place like homeand no one quite like myself.I miss the snow.The water here is freezing.But happiness is so easy.And the horizon is just a line.
100TC - 50. 5 a.m.Most days5 a.m. is when I’m asleepAnd you’re awake.Later I’m awakeAnd you’re asleep.Some times5 a.m. is “your 10 p.m.”.When I wake up and it’s night.It’s when there’s no workAnd I’m awake till the morning light.Some day5 a.m. is when we meet.On the street, by your door.We forget all those screensAnd it’s like never before.
100TC - 39. AutumnSeason of gold,with leaves falling down,naked trees,stories to be told,memories of summerfading with the cold.Season of silver,of rainy days…some rays of sun.Murmuring of a riverdown my street.Wet socks make me shiver.Season of red,the beauty of vintage,dark grapes for wine.Lazy morning in bed,reading my favourite bookas if I’ve never have.Season of brown,of aromatic land,carpets made of leaves,muddy ground.I drink coffee in silenceListening to the sounds.
100TC - 42. Youngjuvenile heart dreamsa midsummer night’s ballin her brand new dress
Do you see me?Do you see me as I see you?Do you notice how I stare?I see you look over your shoulder.Do you notice I’m always there?I see you look out the windowChecking on the weather.Will you wear your long coat?Or maybe your favourite sweater?I see you leave the house,Dashing down the street.You’re late for work, aren’t you?Did you oversleep?I see you wrinkle your noseWhen you ride the trainAnd that guy is way to close.I’ll make sure he won’t do it again.I see you get to work,And for hours I won’t see you.I stay in a bar waitingDoing my best not to feel blue.I see you leave work.You are not alone.I watch you laugh and talk.I don’t like that friendly tone.I see you take the train,Do you see me as I see you?You run home under the rain.Do you see me as I see you?I see your silhouette against the light.You don’t see me but I see you.You are naked on my mindAnd for me this is nothing new.I see the lights going out.My cloc
Sometimes...Sometimes I am the rain.Silver, quiet and sweet.Washing away the painWhen lovers fail to meet.Sometimes I am death.Silent. Painful. Brave.The memory of the ephemeral,Of the eternity of the grave.Sometimes I am love.Strong and vibrant and wild.Living in the beauty of a roseOr the hug of a child.Most times I am human.Wet.Mortal.In love.
Partequando ele parteparte também o coração,agora mais pequenoque a soma das partes
Bigearswebbed wings aflutterfurry flyer zips, zigs, zagscatching bugs and vibes
The Forecast is Freedom umbrellas raisedagainst a rain of teargas — heroes every one
Impromptu Astronomy a pierced receiptcasts a shadow on my shirt eclipse watching
moving awayfraying on sidewalkleaves reach out small arms, trembleoutwearing edges
Bedtime singing lullabieshe holds onto my collar — again?
The MoonThe moon in the sky,It shines the path in the night,Travel safely, Child
The Grand Circle - Grizzly CreekLeaving Denver we climbed up into the Rocky Mountains, slowed by our capricious car. Through deep tunnel and vaulted vale we crossed the continental divide. Then down, down, endlessly down as our ears ached with the pressure change. For my young son it was all a bit too much, so we turned off at a rest stop to stretch our legs and relax. We ended up near Grizzly Creek on the Colorado River, an oasis of calm in our hectic day. With our magpie guide we walked a winding trail down to the river. There we sat for a long spell, drinking in the view. Then, as if reading my very thought, my son knelt down and selected a pebble to throw into the river. We stayed there for quite a while soaking up the sun, taking great pleasure in the search for beautiful stones to return to this glorious river. on a river bankhe picks through mud with care for just the right stone —leaning out, fearlessly farhe casts i
063. Cold EmbraceThe silent fall of snowflakesCrowns the mountains' lavender summits,Wrapping them in cold embrace.
One Bright FeatherLast upon the old stone ledgeLights the autumn leaf –One bright featherFrom phoenix wings.
Sunset Haikuthe afternoon sunsets the forest on firethe birds fly away
"Five, seven, then five
Syllables make a haiku
-Haiku quoted from 'Avatar: The Last Airbender'
Ah what TV can teach us. xD