Apollo's Flame
A collection of poetry, prose, and fiction by Timothy J. House
Dedicated
to my love of poetry.
Smashwords
edition
Copyright 2010 Timothy House
Love Waves
Love
is like waves that beam across the air
waves that broadcast from
near and far to everywhere
Magically,
yet strange, difficult to explain
complex, colorful, yet simple,
plain
This
beam comes in many shapes and forms, like different colors, red,
green, and brown
it transforms to energy, when the right
connection comes around
When
the connection is made, and we touch
this electric flow between us
We
can't explain we just know it's true
I can feel it as my heart is
in sync with you
Love
is so mysterious yet still it is so, desperately sought out
we
search the world over, until it is found
Only
the right wave can make us one, yet still two
compatible signals
broadcast and received between me, and you
The Lady and the Piano
It was magic, that sound that came from that little piano bar
a duet of one, piano and voice and my sudden rush to get out of the rain came grinding to a halt
I became glued to the window of the piano bar where the music was coming from... longing to see the lady at the piano
the doors were locked and the rain poured down tiny rivers flowed down the street on the river front
But I just stood there fixated upon this beautiful sound resonating
The longing became stronger and deeper as she played away
I called to her but she didn't hear me... lost in the song
I was soaked now and restrained by this wall between us so I just gave up and made my way down Broadway, slowly, until the music faded away
never to return again, but only in my memory, never to forget those sensual voices from the lady and the piano
Just a Hopeless Romantic
They say that a poet is a man who puts a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing the violin
a hopeless romantic and silly dreamer
a man who seeks beauty of that beyond this world
a man who seeks a love beyond this world
one who seeks to be in the middle as Mars and Venus collide
these people are madmen, these poets
who would seek such a thing, who in their right mind would speak of such madness?
who could dream of such false reality?
I can,
I may never grasp the reality of true love
I may never glide through the stars on love's chariot
hell, I can't even play the violin
but I have been accused of being a poet
and I believe in love, whole and in its great glory, perfect in its fallibility
so I care not what you say, if I am a fool then I am a fool
Socrates said, “we are all poets when we are in love”
And I will always be in love, my heart commands nothing less
so I will climb my ladder while playing my violin and climb to my star, the star where I belong with my love
and so it is...I am a hopeless romantic
“A
poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while
playing a violin."
~Edmond de Goncourt
Superman's on Roids
I just picked up my New York Times and there it is plastered all over the front page
It's the end of the world …
evil has finally won...
Superman took ROIDS!!
Superman is holding a press conference now, on CNN, it's on every screen in Times Square
He says, “I'm sorry Metropolis. I let you all down and now Lois has left me, she said I was a phony!”
People standing in the street shaking their heads saying, “What has the world come to?” But it's not like it's a big surprise he flies, and lifts cars, bends steel, and what about that little trick he does changing in the phone booth? I knew that whole story about being from Krypton was bullshit... but at least he admitted it unlike the Incredible Hulk! Come on Hulk, you turn green and grow these huge muscles! Oh, you wouldn't like me when I'm angry?!? Really?!? Can you say ROID RAGE!?! Yeah you're the definition of roids buddy! What a jackass!
Damn... all my heroes are gone
first it was baseball players, Jose Conseco, then Barry Bonds, Arod, now Mark McGuire came out.
Well, there's always Robin he definitely isn't on roids but it's not like he can do anything, he's the most worthless superhero there is except for maybe Auqaman. I guess I will still have to support Superman roids and all. But maybe not since Lois is single... Hmm, I'm going after her
Screw you Roidman! What are you gonna do since you're not on roids anymore? You can't kick anyone's ass!?!
Come on!
One Man's Trash
I heard him call you names
called you trash and kicked you to the curb
Called you a worthless bitch
good for nothing
But one man's trash is another's treasure
and I think you're a prized jewel
He says you're a dumbass
but I think you're pretty damn smart
Witty, funny, great to talk to
everything I want in a girl
He says you're not that hot
guess he needs some glasses... 'cause you're smokin' hot to me
So he doesn't want you
but I sure do
Take my hand baby
and forget about that asshole
Girls like you don't come along too often
and I'd give everything to be with you
You might be trash to him
but you're priceless to me
Pit in My Stomach
That pit in my stomach
chill down my spine
the memory of your whisper in my ear
that kiss on my lips
your soft hands caressing me
I reach for you and realize you are not there yet I feel you
but you are here...you are like a living ghost and these feelings are really you deep inside my soul
drawing me near to you
when I say I can't get you out of my mind it's because you live deep inside
the piece of your heart that you gave to me
telling me you love me, guiding me back to your arms
giving me that pit in my stomach every time I think of you
From the story Love Notes
When the Rains Came to Nashville
My
heart was broken down Nashville way
but not by any woman nor
dream, it was when the rains came
The music stopped down
Broadway
when the river lost its tame
The same sickening
silence as well
from Opryland and its hotel
Its beautiful
gardens hidden under muddy waters
vandalizing the beauty beheld by
Nashville's sons and daughters
But I won't be broken hearted
for long
because I know the spirit of this city is strong
Two
days of rain may have postponed the music
but oh yeah... it will
be back
You're not going to hold us down
not this
town
When the water goes away
we'll be back for brighter
days
In the air will be fiddles, guitars, that Nashville
sound
throughout the city, Opryland, and downtown
In dedication to Nashville, TN after the 2010 flood
Coffeehouse
I wandered through town
on a rainy spring day
I find a charming coffeehouse
and seek refuge from the stinging raindrops
As I walk in I am enticed by the intoxicating aroma of coffee
it beckons me with no mercy, it's like the call of my lover
I am at home, my home away from home now
I will drink this coffee, this nectar, and lose myself in a book
This poetry in a cup takes me away
it takes away the troubles that haunt me for this moment
The world bustles around me
I am oblivious to it
Lost in another world of reading and coffee
the aroma of coffee and the sweet sound of the coffee grinder comfort me
Others around will speak of politics
or of their date last night
I hear it in the background
but my book takes my imagination for a ride, it takes me away
And the only thing that can break my concentration
is the occasional glance up at the pretty women or bathroom break
Or yes of course a refill
and my final surrender to that cinnamon coffee cake
And as I look up at the clock,
I now realize I have wasted hours away
But, oh well I think, one more coffee and just another chapter
then I will run out in the rain and down the street to the cinema to waste the rest of my day
Ghetto Truck
It really sucks
driving this ghetto truck
Went to the used car lot and got conned
check engine light is always on
Can't shift out of second gear
muffler is so loud I've got ringing in my ear
Had to duct tape the window up
'cause the damn motor is stuck
Gas tank fell off
so did the exhaust
Girls laugh at me when I cruise down the strip
can't get any action driving this piece of shit
Windshield is cracked
front end is all jacked
The dashboard constantly dings
the engine pings
Every day I have to fix something
oh the sadness this thing brings
Damn I'm so sick
of this lame ass piece of shit
It guzzles gas and drains my wallet
this thing is an endless money pit
Damn, it really sucks to be stuck
with this ghetto truck
Angel's Wings
Is it a sin to cut off an angel's wings?
Because I don't want you to fly away
I want you to come back to me when night falls
I want to wake up next to you when morning comes again
I want to share the rest of my life with you
I don't know what I could have possibly done right to deserve you but I know I love you
You love me too
But I know you will fly away to heaven to be with all the other things beautiful
I won't cut off your wings for it would hurt you, but if you must fly away will you carry me with you?
Subway
of Dreams
Waiting
on that big thing to happen
it seems to have no end
It's
like waiting for the subway to take you to dreams
it can take
forever or so it seems
So as you sit there in that station
shivering and cold
remember that patience is a commodity more
valuable than gold
You want that train to be there now
sitting
in the cold with that sour frown
That train never comes on
time
and it sickens you to watch as the other trains go by
They
whisk others off to their destination
but not you, you're still
waiting for a chance to bask in the Sun
What if I came by to
keep you company
share a smile and a hot cup of coffee
Remind
you that that train will be here sometime
it is almost never on
time
So I will wait with you until it comes by
we will talk
of the weather, of summer, and of apple pie
And when that
train comes rolling down the track
I will walk you over and carry
your pack
And as I watch you from the other side of the
door
You say, " Thank You" and I wink and reply,"
baby, that's what I'm for"
I Say Thank You
When you tell me I'm beautiful I say thank you
not for saying it but because I am beautiful because of you
I am just a flower, in need of water, in need of sunlight in need of love
and you my sweet gardener took care of me like no other could
so thank you, my love, my rock, my gardener
From the story Love Notes
Father Time
Father time is really a thief in the night
turns good times into distant memory without a fight
You can try to hold his hands down, he just keeps ticking away
and before you know it you're old and gray
The days keep getting shorter as they pass
you pray for them to... just last
Hold in a pattern so we can enjoy the moment a little more
give a bit of that youth back to our bodies worn
I just wish you would grant us just a little longer
before our ashes are spread along yonder
Gives us back a few of those days of our youth
when, Father Time, we weren't concerned with you
I was never ready to be finished with being young and beautiful
you made that choice for me and now, thanks to you, I grow gracefully old
Old from days gone by
stolen by Father Time
River of Lost Souls
I watch helplessly as you drift down the river
dead eyes staring back up at me
the river you chose with booze and heroine
I ask myself why I didn't do more
why wasn't my love enough to get you through this screwed-up life
why couldn't you see this river you were taking was drowning you
you just couldn't find happiness in any other way and it took your life
I am hopeless to help and all I can do is watch as you drown in this polluted river
and it is the worst feeling I have ever felt
you wouldn't listen to me
you wouldn't listen to your friends
fought us off when we tried to pull you to safety
so I watch helplessly as you float down the river of lost souls
the river you chose with booze and heroine
and it stole your life away
your pain may be numb but mine has just begun
only half the man I could be without you
you selfish bitch I hate you!
and I love you but I don't understand why you murdered yourself
this hurt will never leave
it will haunt me for the rest of my days even as you float away in the river of lost souls
and it is the worst feeling I have ever felt
A Conversation with Myself
If I could only return
to tell you of your life beyond
to show you the page turned
and all the darkness gone
So, here we are
me talking to myself
trying to reach you, in your world, so far
as you stare at that gun on the shelf
Before you pick that up
let me talk to you/me
I know right now you are down on your luck
but let me tell you what your life can be
You found love and got married many years ago
to a beautiful woman on a sunny day in June
she tells her friends how you saved her, how her life has been lifted to a new plateau
and that her life would be nothing if not filled with you
Did you know she almost gave up on life too?
Then you came along and showed her the love of a man
you brought romance, adventure, made her life new
a love of which she had never known or could even imagine
And what of your son and daughter
they go on to touch and enrich the lives of those around them
both graduate with honors
you meant so much, their dear father
How about your friends, your career?
What about those you inspire?
when your friends needed you, you were always there to lend an ear
you enriched their lives with your passion, your fire
So, now that I've told you of your life to be and the love you will give
will you rob those around you of the joy of you?
and you will steal from your children, they will have no chance to live
your beautiful wife will never find you and she will take her own life too
Again, here we are, just you, me and the gun
speaking of your future
pull that trigger and the pain will be gone
but all will be lost, and those who love you will have a hole in their heart that will last forever
I'm not some ghost from a Charles Dickens novel
just me, in a conversation with my younger self, at the end of my days
hoping those around me now will have my story to tell
and before I pass on, after living a full rich life, I have one more life to save
You, me
The choice is yours
what, will it be?
Your beloved presence, or a world without you, forever torn
If You Called Me Would I Come?
I ponder as I gaze across this hallowed ground
of a July day over a hundred-fifty years ago
of a war that has long passed
in a city called Gettysburg
I journey through Pickett's Run
then up Seminary Ridge
atop Little and Big Round top
a pilgrimage into a different world
And as I traipse across once blood soaked fields
I hold back the tears
as I think of the terrible loss of life
and a country in bitter divide
The cost of freedom
paid for in blood
the musket the bill collector
to gain that freedom for the slaves who had been denied
And after the cannon was silenced and the smoke cleared, Lincoln came
I imagined myself with blue hat and jacket standing there to listen
as he spoke of liberty and freedom
and how it belonged to each man
I wonder if I lived back then
would I fight for the freedom of someone else?
would I risk life and limb?
would I march barefoot with musket in hand?
If you called me would I come?
would I fall for you to be free?
our ancestors did and not just once, many times
and because of this we need not answer today, or do we?
Isn't the greater question for us now: why have we not learned the lessons from those wars of the past?
When Stars Come Crashing Down
When stars come crashing down it's quite a sight
it leaves a hole in your heart ten miles wide
It's over now, no more good times to be had
I'm left to my own means, teary-eyed and sad
You won't be beside me on the boardwalk
you're not here at our favorite restaurant
Tonight is not filled with romance
and the hallways are not filled with our laughs
Just the echoes of my sobering
staring down at blurry visions of a diamond ring
Captains
Oh
Captain! My Captain!
I call to thee again
Too
many ships are lost at sea
destinations lost, have we
The
Captain’s honor so greatly cherished,
has nearly become vanished
So
now I look to your guidance, as we knew of long ago
for you, in
times of turmoil before, steered the ship home
Oh
Captain! My Captain! I call with desperate tone
show us your honor
that was known so long ago
Captains
be captains
for it is great honor to inspire man
Fathers
be fathers
for it is great honor to guide son and daughter
Husbands
be husbands and wives be wives
love and cherish, for example will
change others lives
Oh
Captain! My Captain, where has our honor gone?
will our great
vessel withdraw?
Give
us the vision to see beyond our greed
for it has stabbed us and
now we bleed
Let
us see again that honor is not just a good feeling, but a way of
life
to live each day with honor is what we must strive
Help
us to see the world around us
help us give a hand to those lost
Oh
Captain! My Captain to whom do I call?
it is you, dear citizens,
be one, but remember all
Language of Love
Je
T'aime
Te Quiero
S'agapo
I
don't know what language you speak
but I do know I am mesmerized
by your beauty
I don't know how to speak to you but... I know I want you
so
as you walk toward me I see the glitter in your eyes
love at first
sight
I
can't understand you but, somehow... I know my destiny is with
you
and all I want to do is tell you I love you
Nothing
I do here makes any sense as I kiss you so passionately
but then
again, what about love really ever makes sense
From the story Love Notes
Full Moon Tonight
Our passion growing deeper as we drift into the night
the shape of your body in the pale moonlight
I breathe the sweet scent of your perfume
the splendor of your presence fills the room
I kiss you from head to feet
in your loving desire is where I feast
Whispering sweet charms into your ear
as I pull you near
I caress my hands across your skin
let passionate lovemaking begin
Your body held tight to mine
higher to the heavens we'll climb
The full Moon shines it's light on us tonight
I'll hold you all night long so tight
Pale light on your soft brown hair
I promise in the morning, when you wake, I'll always be there
From the story Love Notes
A Greek Tragedy
I seem to be the last one on the list, the list of love
Cupid's stupid list of who loves whom
it seems he forgot about me
and maybe it's because I was hitting on his favorite nymph
or maybe it's because my muse is so demanding of me, demanding I only write of love and not feel it
or maybe it's because I didn't take Tiger Woods' advice
well there's a reason he's called Tiger after all
he stole some arrows from Cupid and suggested I do the same
I stole one from Tiger just to try it out
I shot myself by accident while trying to load the bow and spent the day panting and falling for every woman on the street
then I saw her, oh my! Yeah, HER! I walked faster as she walked across the street and smack! I walked right into a window
damn, love hurts... or lack of it I should say
I picked up my teeth from the floor as the potion wore off
she came over anyway and said, “You're pathetic!”
I said, “Damn you're cold baby!”
she
then said, “Shut up loser, get lost”
well there's always the
nymphs
come on Cupid why don't you hook me up with one of them?
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Mama told me not to go chasing dreams
'cause I'll end up on the boulevard of broken dreams
Teacher told me I didn't have the means
to make it to the street of dreams
Boss man told me there's no future in dreams
I wasn't good enough to be part of that scene
but I didn't listen....
I learned quickly that you can't make it to your dreams
unless you walk on the boulevard of broken dreams
You can't get there by way of easy street
it doesn't connect to the street of dreams
Not to live there was the key
on the boulevard of broken dreams
You will find the people there are mean
those who live on the boulevard of broken dreams
Don't let them steer you away until you've seen
the street of dreams
But be sure to look around because it is short, this street
when you're finally on the street of dreams
Snuggle
It's
zero degrees outside, I'm frozen
and this weather I'm loathing
I
come to see you perched on my favorite chair
you say, “won't you
come and hold me, run your fingers through my hair”
How I
love the feel of your body clutched to mine
one look in your eyes
and I know everything is fine
Now that I'm in your arms I
forget about the cold and snow
and I don't want to ever let this
feeling go
Whiskey on a Heartache
I came down to Beale to see you but all I got was heartache and a bottle of whiskey
she told me there was another and threw my flowers in my face
ripped up all my poems and told me to go away
all I could say was I am happy for you but there's nothing for me
at least the girl next door felt sorry for me and gave me a bottle of whiskey
This whiskey goes down hard like your cold words
I long for your soft touch but the only comfort I have now is whiskey on a heartache
I have to switch genre now, I can only write the blues since you've stolen my romantic voice
I see all the pretty women walk by, but all I can think of is you and how you hurt me
so since I can't move on I'll just go back to my hotel room and listen to the blues fill the air from the street below and pour some whiskey on this heartache
Easy Like Sunday Morning
Easy like Sunday morning? So Lionel Richie said
6:00 AM and I'm hungover, awoken by the steady annoying screech of that bird outside my window
and as that damn thing screeches and chirps away all happy, my life comes crashing back to reality
I wake to an empty bed
and all the failed relationships show in the wrinkles on my face this morning
all the promotions I was passed over
and all the pieces of music that lay on the floor, my ticket to the big time that never happened
that bottle of Captain couldn't take all that away, it couldn't make me feel like I was somebody
it seems that when the medicine wears off the broken heart from all my failures remains
and each throb in my aching head is like the crash of a cymbal reminding me of what a loser I am
That's not even the real tragedy here
It's the fact that I am lying awake right now!
If I could have slept maybe the medicine would have worked
arghhhh, I want to choke that bird
I can hear the old hags that are running off to church with their gossip of the slut in B-9
I can hear them as they laugh in the hallway.
As the birds fly away and the hags make their way to church I drift back to this utopia called sleep
all my depressing life drifts away
but then the alarm screams;
just like my mother use to do when I was a sleepy teenager, a scream that could put the fear of God into you! GET UP!
as I jumped out of bed and smacked the snooze button I realize it's still Sunday 9:00 AM
WHY AM I GETTING UP?!?
So in a moment of anger the alarm clock goes flying across the room and all my failures seemed to crash against that wall just like that clock
too bad my hangover can't do the same
Easy like Sunday morning my ass!
THIS IS EASY?!?
I need to quit drinking Saturday night!
Whispers of 9-11
Can
you hear the whispers from back on Nine Eleven?
the day 4 swords
created so much devastation
Do
you hear the cries from New York?
can you feel the kisses from
loved ones, on this day, never returned from work?
Can
you hear the sound of steel, and glass as it breaks?
do you
remember the debris falling, just like snow flakes
Do
you remember me? I was in the towers that plunged to the ground
just
one of the many, that will never be found
Can
you hear the footsteps in Washington?
rushing to the fractured
side, of the Pentagon
Can
you hear the famous words of a hero?
let's roll
Can
you hear their voices, as they take the plane down?
away from the
target, crashing it into the ground
Just
a plain field in the Pennsylvania hills
where all these new
soldiers were to be killed
Many
a hero were made that day
like all the firemen that passed away
So
came the terrorists that stabbed our hearts
and in the middle of
New York City lies the scar
So
this day is upon us once again
do we remember those voices that
carry across the wind
Those
whispers that crash through our souls as loud as thunder
as loud
as those 4 planes and all that they plundered
What
do these whispers say to us
don't give in, move on, we must
But
never forget what has happened here
don't forget our pain, and
tears
From
this yesterday gone by
the day 4 swords pierced the heart of a
nation, from the sky
Hear
these whispers in the wind
the voices from back on nine-eleven
On a Small Stretch of Pennsylvania Land
So it was to be on this small stretch of Pennsylvania land
where so much history would be made
from the days before the United States
to days of modern history
the seven years war began it all
with a fight over the Monongahela and Allegheny
then came the fight for independence
and the first Continental Congress in Philadelphia
the challenge of Valley Forge that led to the greatest victory
then came the days of the Civil War
and Gettysburg stood in the way of a march toward the capitol
and one last scar would be made in the mountains on September 11 2001 from a plane crash hijacked by terrorists
Penn's woods have persevered through centuries of war
and she has an everlasting place in the heart of a great nation
Calling Out to You
Your pretty face stays on my mind
the words to say to you I can't find
I know in my heart it's meant to be
you are my dream girl, my one and only
I lie awake and think of you every night
yet when I look you in the eye I'm filled with fright
I know you don't wish me any pain
this fear of you I can't quite explain
I don't want to go on wishing what I might have had
and live my life depressed and sad
I'm calling to you my girl so sweet
say you want to share your life with me
Uncle Scam
Every
fifteenth of April
we all get a big thrill
Uncle Scam rips
us off
hard earned money lost
Only to find it goes to
waste
in my mouth it leaves a bad taste
Must be nice not to
have to pay bills like Uncle Scam does
just add it to the debt,
who cares if it goes up
While the politicians line their
pockets green
we need an honest man to clean
The house of
Uncle Scam
to get us out of this jam
This poem was written in the early 90s and is still relevant today as it has been all along
Masterpiece
On this night I sit here alone
and ponder of how to write a masterpiece of a poem
I think of rhythm and rhyme
how to make the next witty line
Should I make them cry or laugh
as I ponder away, the page stays empty and time passes
I pace back and forth, I can't decide
but that's the problem I soon realize
Just let it happen
It's like falling in love, you can't force it, just let the words flow from your pen
The fire of my heart and mind set the pages I write ablaze
and spark my reader's imagination, each word coming alive on the page
But yet I still worry, this is my heart and soul, if they hate it, so will they hate me?
I begin to pace again my mind filled with worry
But this is the curse of being creative
and fear is no way to live
Just write what your heart commands, step back and take a leap of faith, close your eyes to see
it's worth the risk, for being a writer lets you be truly free
Is this poem a masterpiece or a piece of trash?
will it soon be forgotten or forever will it last?
That answer belongs to each reader
Playing the Blues
I'm playing the blues
'cause I lost you
But I'm not alone
yeah, I've got my saxophone
My sax sounds smooth and she can also scream
and you... you don't do a damn thing
That's okay baby I don't need you, I've got my saxophone
and with this sweet sound I always feel at home
Just going to play me a blues song
relax and forget that you're gone
Lioness on the Prowl
There's a lioness on the prowl
she wants me
I can run, but she will surely catch me
I can hide but my scent will betray me
She can sense the lust as it pours out of me
and drools in anticipation of her prize
our hearts beating in unison
beating with this animal instinct
My lioness does not call me
nor wait for my call
she attacks and takes that which belongs to her
I am powerless to refuse
Her powerful eyes see right through me
and every inch of her body begs for my touch
her soft skin like silk
she slowly, softly, lovely approaches
She throws her prey to the ground
kissing me just like she would devour a meal
she pounces on me
taking me to heights of ecstasy never felt before
As my beautiful lioness walks away
licking her lips
I am left with her scent upon me
and her breath now my own
The lines on my back
and the bites on my neck
are like artwork
finer than a Picasso
As I lie here
watching her walk away in all her glory
all I can do is beg for her return
to make love to me as only she can
Love Potion #9
I was hangin down in Caroline
when I heard this song about Love Potion #9
I went to liquor store to get Aphrodite's wine
a little drink they call Love Potion #9
And went to my baby's house down on the state line
with a little Love Potion #9
I gave her a shot, cause even I look fine
after a shot of Love Potion #9
And oh yeah baby your golden skin shines
after I poured on a little Love Potion #9
I said baby, you ain't never had some love like mine
along with a little Love Potion #9
I'm gonna rub you all over and send shivers down your spine
me and this Love Potion #9
You know we are gonna have a good time
making love and drinking some of this Love Potion #9
When I left she said come around whenever you want, I'll never decline
just make sure you bring some of that Love Potion #9
Like a Fine Wine
Many years ago we came together
we thought we would be together forever
But young love often fades
and as our lives called us, we went our separate ways
Our love a fine wine to be savored another time, it must be aged, it wasn't ready yet
yet still you lingered in my heart, I would never forget
It was you who gave me a voice so many years ago
and that voice still screams aloud today, you must know
Then darkness fell upon us, neither knowing of the pain each other was in
but then, we came together again
You were the butterfly, beautiful and delicate
it was as though the stars aligned, it was fate
I was the lost soul, cold and without love
and you came and gave me that which I was void of
And as I hold you in my arms
I feel we are safe from that darkness and all its harm
I just want to give you the world on a silver platter
piece back together your heart that is shattered
I will pull you from the darkness and place in the sky, with the stars to shine
gaze into your big green eyes, kiss your soft lips, I know you're mine
Caress your beautiful face
as you smile I pull close and escape into your sweet embrace
Together, my butterfly, I will rise with you and fly with you each day
the fire and passion of our love will light our way
Two stars that forever shine
and may we now forever savor our love, this fine wine
Extra-Terrestrial Relays
Who am I?
I am the one who spoke of Extra-Terrestrial relays
radio waves that are broadcast from Earth and reflect off satellites that are held in orbit 22,000 miles in space in Geostationary orbit.
we can communicate with the world
So you have called me a fool, a helpless dreamer
you said it couldn't be done, but I... I didn't listen to you
you laughed and mocked, but I ignored you
There were those who didn't laugh and mock
there were those who created
and on July 10th 1962, those Alien waves broadcast the voice of Walter Cronkite to the continent of Europe
they heard the call of the Chicago Cubs playing the Philadelphia Phillies
something taken for granted in our fast paced world today of 1000 channels, internet, and cellphones.
You can do so many things, but that data has to travel from somewhere
And we stand in awe at such a great mind today, looking back we can see the genius foresight
who am I? I am Aurthur C. Clarke. I am the author of over 100 books and the satellite belt is named after me
who exactly are you again Mr. Naysayer? Oh that's right nobody knows your name
so, who is the fool now!?!
In Dedication to the great inventor and author Arthur C, Clarke 1917-2008
Arthur C. Clarke inspired a lot of minds as writers and inventors with his incredible vision and imagination.
What
Music Means to Me
Music,
what is it?
just some vibrations, sound waves;
creating
melodies, harmonies and rhythm
all tied together with craft and
wit
Music makes us cry, it makes us scream, like when our
favorite song comes on the radio, “Hell Yeah,” we scream and turn
up the volume, sing to the steering wheel and bob back and forth to
the rhythm
it inspires us to dance, to cheer
it picks us up
when we are down
it inspires us to love and feeds the passion for
the one we love
it inspires us to triumph over our tragedies
it
inspires us stand up to those who would oppress us;
like the
nations held under the boot of another nation, an anthem made the
country of Finland rise up and stand up to those who held them down
and they overthrew that tyrant, even though this anthem was banned;
the
authorities knew the power of music
we sing for those lost,
friends and family, heroes passed on
we use song to praise our
God
we use music to describe the world around us
music is our
friend, and life would be boring without it
It is the
piano
the strum of the guitar
the beat of the drum and the
lively clatter of percussion
the sound of the sax, as sweet as
brown sugar
the smooth sound of the horn, the trombone
the
mystic sound of the strings, violins, cellos
the flute, calming
and beautiful
the organ with its roar as loud as thunder
the
call of the bugle, and the majestic hail of the trumpet
the
voice, the oldest instrument of all
Just as unique as each
instrument are the song writers, composers and the performers
the
great ones become one with the music, it flows through them, they can
feel each note, each chord, each rhythm
they communicate their
love, their fears, sadness, glory, pain and triumph in their own
way
they let their passion flow through their music
without
passion, there is nothing, just notes, to feel the music is a
must
Of all this;
there would be no hail of the trumpet, no
harmony, no love song, if not for those who teach
though the song,
the passion, is deep inside every musician, that passion must be let
out, that musician must learn technique, theory
each musician must
grow confidence in their craft, sometimes they need a push
sometimes,
they need a hand to pick them up after they fall, and a pat on the
back after the audition that went bad, like when you come to the
climax of a piece and hit a wrong note, then again it was your dear
teacher who told you to play through that mistake, to continue like
it never happened and that's why you win the part
every musician
needs someone to give them a spark, to light their fire of
passion
they need a teacher to give them a shove
So...
let
the trumpet call
let the voice carry through the wind
let the
women dance and the men jam
give me Jazz
give me the
Blues
give me Classical
give
me Country
give me Rock and Roll
Give us the answer, you
say
what is music?
music drives our soul
music... inspires
us to live
In Dedication to Samuel W. Mayes my high school band director and a teacher who taught me not only theory but how to feel music and use it as a form of communication. I was able to use what I have learned from music and apply it to poetry, storytelling, and photography as well.
The 9th
We lie together on the couch as the music plays
Dvorák's 9th
You in my arms snug
and as we lie together my mind drifts off to a dream mode
I dream of us in a chariot taken back to a different time
to when this symphony was new
We dance through the moonlit night to the Largo
you, in your ball dress and moonlit hair, spinning so gracefully
In the heart of New York City we dance
and absorb the fire of this New World Symphony
And when our time here is done
I tip my hat to this great composer and we cast away on our chariot
We are off to conquer the world
just the two of us
You will fall asleep as you always do when we travel
and I will carry you to bed when we arrive back home
And as the Allegro plays
it reminds me of my burning passion for you
Its fire that is to celebrate something of great importance, this new world
tonight it celebrates something of great importance, our love
Whitman Park
It is near silent in this Brooklyn park