Clouds are floating by,
In the beautiful evening sky,
There is a faint sunset in the west;
And seagulls are flying home to rest.
The moon's rays fall gracefully to the ground,
Such beauty doth here abound,
The lighthouse is standing stately on the rocky coast;
I shall always love this place the most.
The waves are crashing in motion,
The moonlight reflects in the ocean,
Three palm trees are dancing on the rocky coast;
This place I love the most.
The full moon is shining from way up high,
It is so beautiful I'm ready to cry,
And as the moonlight hits the shore;
I shall hold this place dear forevermore.
Enjoy!!! :) ~~~<3
Tears are forming behind light blue. You peer into my soul so confused. I'm bleeding out after years of abuse. It's too bad that you didn't get a better view.
I shake and shiver behind this mask. The child inside keeps begging to ask. Where's the sun so I can bask. This life has turned into a gruesome task.
The shovel sits by the bed in wait. Soon enough I'll meet the final fate. Clouds will break and I'll escape the hate. Rising above my heaven awaits.
As minds expand and bodies grow old,
Time stands still and the story unfolds -
Of cosmic chance and wicked dance,
The winds of light bow and blow
With clocks turning hands,
Illusion grabs hold
And hearts behold -
What is that which makes up a lifetime?
In the lands of snakes and vines
Life echos the truths of chance
Opportunity laughs aloud,
Inside the empty halls of mind.
The sun circles itself madly,
Searching for a reason,
But reason stands afar laughing,
Holding schizophrenia as a charm
And the wounds of war as gems.
Reason baffles the logic,
Of Jesus freaks and scientists alike.
Reason scares children
Like the very notion of having to die.
But of all the ages that reason has stood apart
From the existence that it is reasoning for,
Reason has been proud of its complexity -
An endless enigma for inquiring minds.
Reason’s ego is the size of the universe,
And one can only laugh drunkenly
At the pathetic excuse for hiding
For reason is within itself,
As clear as glass or rain -
It shines its love through seasons
And galaxies and prophets -
It shares itself through music and drugs
It reaps nothing but folly -
Evolved from boredom on the astral plane.
Reason is but a word, for something that speaks no sound
The word is a name for that which holds no form
The word is as fleeting as time
Like youth gone old, or the old gone young -
Life is far too short to find a reason
So why not have a little fun?
Madness is nothing short of genius -
Altered perspective on insanity of Man,
And comprehension of the absurd reality
That persists in the world of form.
Madness is a celebration of life.
As the clouds rain from above,
In a ballet of syncopated Nature -
Rhythm in scenery -
Desert home to thoughts -
Seeing through a lens of truth
Out to the illusory fleeting center of experience
Laugh, laugh, laugh - for laughing is all there is to do.
Nothing is more serious than anything else.
Free flow, juggling words, consciousness
So to say - like jeweled crescent clouds
Like river laugh - sawing earth-tree
A sound erupts from the deepest depths of mind -
Sorrow, no - something different - completely alien
No language can speak the sound,
For comprehension of said sound turns up no meaning
No meaning in familiar form or shape -
And so the flow flows free, back into the sea
Far from you and far from me
For we are all together, lost abound the creed
Of having something to believe in -
Like thinking that we’re free
But as molecular structure
Binds the soul to ground,
The thought engine runs rapid -
Thinking thoughts resembling ghosts of abstract lands
Lands without land - space without dimension
Seek like tomorrow exists,
And drink to the sun -
Tomorrow remembers nothing
As today is just for fun
We’re free as we sleep
We’re free as we dream
We’re free until we awake
From the unsettling scene - reality screams
The light gleams, past statues of Man,
And petty idols and plastic song
The light shines into the eyes of the knowing -
For the knowing understand
Nothing is permanent nor recognizable
Once the sudden truth is revealed
Through practiced art and dance and talk
Know nothing ‘cept the ignorance of thought
Say nothing save the chance to see
Without ignorance, one cannot know
Without knowing, one cannot live
Without living, one cannot be
Without being, one is without
so darling, sit under this tree
that protected you from the pelting stones
grey skies looming overhead
they can't scare you
you have emerald knights
wish for them to stop you
in the name of needing some thrill
you know the rope wasn't a swing
i see you dug a hole
a void to throw all these memories away
in the shadows of this tree
secrets shall be kept
and as dark clouds loomed by,
branches desperately flailed
keeping out the acids in vain
the waters wrapped itself around you
why were you smiling?
you weren't the memory meant to be thrown away.
I always wonder if snow has a soft landing when it seeps from clouds or if it crashes on empty pavements like people do when they want something different.
He had his own scent
His own type of aura
It came off like clouds of dust
From within his skin, burnt sienna
He had something shiny there
Some kind of hazy dream
But if I ever asked about it
He'd say it's not what it seems
You see, my daddy was a smoking man
But I didn't know quite yet
The meaning of that phrase
Not to its full extent
I was intrigued with his eyes
And the way he spoke
I would watch forms shape
From thick, grey, and poisonous smoke
He had something earthy there
Wrapped in some tin foil
He would rub it in his hands
And trade cash for his spoils
You see, my daddy was a merchant man
I learned that on a cold night
Sitting alone in his rusty jeep
When the other men wanted to fight
My daddy looked to me
Telling me to look away
Maybe, I should have listened
It was took late anyway
An explosion sounded
It's echo ringing in my ear
My daddy on the ground
Convulsing in fear
Screaming, someone was screaming
I stop to listen
And realize it was me
My feet were moving
And I was there next to him
Trying to stop the blood
That was covering my skin
He had a look on his face
Like he was trying to explain
But every time he tried to speak
He didn't know what to say
He had some kind of waste there
The wind had scattered all around
He was too deep in this world
No way else to fall down
You see, my daddy was a smoking man
Right down to his core
Couldn't see past the nightmares
To get off of the floor
He got lost in his hazy dreams
Somehow the pain would ease
You see, my daddy was a merchant man
But he let himself get burned
He risked everything he had
And got nothing in return
He took chances with gunshot wounds
Had some silly notion he was immune
"What are you thinking about?"
You whispered in my ear
As I stared at the
White clouds in the
Big black sky speckled with
Splashes of white dots
And curly X's
"Clouds, Stars, and Falling"
I replied with a sigh
In late 1888, a Wells Fargo stage
Was relieved of its freight-
A strongbox, taken from its hold,
held thousands of dollars in coins of gold.
The brigands had a master plan,
To bury that box,
sit, and wait-
Then dig it up at a later date.
They found a spot on rock-hard ground-
Where it would lie, safe and sound,
So they sank it in a three foot hole-
to hide that box with coins of gold.
But what they didn’t realize,
that in the distance, sat a pair of eyes-
That had watched the whole event unfold-
and watched, as they buried that chest with gold.
Late that night, under a pale, lantern, light-
a shovel's blade split those rocks-
and the hole was relieved-
of that strongbox.
William Nelson Riddle, owned that property-
And he lived with a basic philosophy-
“Since it was found, on my ground-
I guess it belongs to me.”
“Nelson” died in ’28, at age of 85-
He never said what happened to,
Or if, that chest survived-
And the "Legend of Riddle’s Gold"came alive.
As time passed, the story grew-
each year, a bit more grand-
That Nelson took that strongbox-
And hid it elsewhere on his land
Greed is one of the “seven sins”-
"Everybody loses, and nobody wins"-
But the “want” for gold is a mighty strong thirst-
So his kin set out for a “family search.”
At morning’s dawn, the kinfolk came-
To search for gold, fortune, and fame-
They came with shovels, spades, and hoes-
And some “TNT”, so the story goes.
With disregard for propriety,
they descended upon the property-
Without a map, without a plan-
They spread out to search his land.
Now, the rabbits and the coyotes,
and the gophers(one or two)-
Gathered on a little knoll,
To have a better view.
They knew what was going to happen-
It was just a matter of time-
When the dew had disappeared,
And the morning sun had reached it’s prime
They dug a hole here, and dug over there-
The morning sun was getting hot-
and everywhere they looked –
Was for naught.
Now, it isn't very clear
as who said what, to who-
But it must have been insult'n-
to start that ballyhoo.
There was push'n and shove'n
and calling names galore!
Yell'n and cuss'n
using words you ain't heard before!
And that was just the men-folk-
the women got in it too-
screaming heard, from north to south-
Those words should never come, from a ladies mouth.
Fists being swung, shovels slung!
dust was kicked up in a ball-
nothing could be more entertaining-
than watching a family free-for-all!
Then suddenly, it came to a stop !
as quick as it began-
They gathered up all their gear-
and departed Nelson's land.
This is where the story ends-
all I know is what I'm told,
From my daddy, for he'd been sitting,
atop that little knoll.
(This is how I would like to have it end)
Somewhere in the "high above"-
at a table, two people sat-
One, wearing suit and tie-
and Nelson, with his beard and hat.
"Nelson, a lot of folks have you to thank,
for bringing that strongbox to the bank-
you saved a lot of folks their homes and farms."
Nelson, from his chair, arose-
standing erect, and proud-
Stroked his beard, then tweaked his nose,
smiled, and faded into the clouds.
(thanks folks for your patience)
Copyright September 16-2013 Richard Riddle
I lead your strong
Arms around me, so
We lie between the
Darkness of the horrific
Night that we pray ends
With the exhale of
And between the
Light of sun,
From the pink clouds
Of dawn's delight.
Your heart's beat,
Against my flesh...
It feels like Jesus is
Giving me gardenias and
Leaving me with
I look up
At your lightly brazen
Your eyes impeccably
Glazed with an autumn
Feel, and the
Diamonds in my flesh
Are the envy of the
Town's parade, and
It's somber shadow.
Your lips caress
My blushing palm,
Inking your lust
And lacy poise.
My garb immersed
With your honey scent,
And I feel I am
Starving myself of
My old depressions
This is my jubilant call,
When my flesh turns
To silver and
I leap with lions
In the velvet fall of rain.
This is my jubilee.