the tao de cafe late...

three philosophers

the ancient way...
to the minds of modern men
is like time itself.....laughing...

"the ancient way"
to the mind of modern men
is laughing like time itself...

the ancient way
to the mind of modern men
is itself laughing...."time"

"time gentlemen please"

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Midnight Children

 

we live in a world where innocence remains

guarded by violence

where poets rest by mountains in spring time

wondering at the beauty

of a tear that enters your eye

for the songs of midnight children

 

why are you crying out to your blessed gods

relentlessly forewarned

by the modest momentary glimpse of bliss

white and cold you collapsed there

waiting on the noble kisses

from the lips of midnight children

 

 

hope is all we have to see the sun alone

within the sky above

a wish is all we need to be alive, so

to the question that is. hail the golden bull

the ram and the lion below

the title of midnight children

 

 

 

 

sitting alone

 

what is this life without the painful gasp for breath

without a hope in your heart drawn from an emptiness

that is soaked up from being alone with your pain

can it be called profound or self pitying doubt

 

when the shadows pass you will call it feeling low

just a little something that happened and will be lost

within the bliss that glass of wine or cigarette

provides when taken as soul addiction

 

take the step and then back again to the edge of falling

stand alone, see the pause, in a moment it passes

when something true awaits your simple life

i'll be there for you within the rhyme of loving

 

can you see me within your mirror that reflects

the ever possessing touch of gratitude, laughter

it has passed and now you look surprised

when something simple enters in and regards

a spirit that no longer hides from this your love

 

 

 

 

 

blue rain

david, I know that you have seen the place

where darkness is filled with love

your still voice is hope to me that grace

is not the end but a beginning of the present tense

of being. a reason to follow the shadows

of love that began with chance

and ends in a prayer

 

when did you decide to sing out angels

the kind that bring joy and

sorrow to a dawn of passion

that cannot be alone but judged and given sentance

by what is only the whisper of thankyou

and goodbye that loosens the knot

of safety and refuge

 

there is nothing but a fondness of being,

all there is, standing truthful

as if the heavens openned up

and the changes began again to dream of love, and loving

the ever present silent night of springtime

when I foundered upon another's

wave of summer's promise

 

I have seen nothing of this world but dreaming.

there is nothing to know about love

blissfully unaware: rhymes

with me and lets the passing spokes of the wheel spin upon

this soul of mine that bears communion

with the rains of heaven's way

whithering anothers emptiness

 

I cannot describe love only the ending

of the dawn. To another I am nothing.

but a fool and his kisses

a kind of spirit that gladley opens to reality

the promise of another, parting

company with the waves

faithful believing justice is

 

 

 

 

I remember you

 

I see only a sign

of endless tremors

listening too long

lighting embers

singing songs to you

 

wishing upon a star

loving remained

blinded slow and strong

growing, feigning

silence thronged to you

 

when the drum rolled on by

at the now and then..

another kind of play

went undone

turning days to blue

 

is this love ! is this true

we met we parted

is this all to morning

I wonder

are we all undone

 

not used to being loved,

meeting snowfalls

moments remaining, true.

laughter's

worthy fine and new

 

it is today my love

and today shines

like the days in winter

loving

the ever amber blue

 

 

 

 

Never Now

 

never you mind the blows

you tell me the passion that drives

this soul why should I believe you

when the pain still grows

 

weather it! I don't know

never push this too far

or else i'll go to blazes stay awhile

upon my arm, and be someone

 

 

New Machine

 

you can always go faster than the speed of me

but still this beating state of art is chipped

in the way that your mind distrusts the keys

that your voice is touching, my ease

none the less I'm yours till dawn

 

when time is where you sit alone I know no date

could replace this letter but I'm in no doubt

I'm yours and slightly mad by you

could you smile a little more when I

turn too late, you know it's over

 

this smart card is, wait I hear you say

a quintessence of madness through the lines

I'm still beating and just a little warped

by this test of time and cornerstone

of your wonderful undertone

 

I'm copying i'm coping I'm cpuing

turning into wonder and beginning

to clown my way into you

i'm afraid but still only new

where will you go

and what will I do

 

heaven...this programme has

performed an illegal function

and will shut down... but wait

isn't that sublime I hear you're true, your love

is spinning round somewhere new!

 

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