"zepher" poems
Condensed vibrational frequencies
Seeing themselves as masters of their own destiny
But tell me this,does a piece of music choose its own tempo and direction?or is it down to the creator of the sounds?
As we live in a sound based reality ( & I use the term reality loosely) we can summerise that the elation we experience from a series of rhythmic sound can be found in all other things,if we just choose to feel the vibe.
The obvious penatration of our being stood in front of the base bins at a free party,the feeling of sunlight to warm the skin and a zepher to cool it,the feeling of nirvana as a wild young temptress straddles your face and squirts moments of bliss into the oral cavity.
Its all vibrations,all of it,like a giant orchestra of being and everyone and everything has a front row seat.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
Pete liked to rent his splitters:
deliveries were the best.
The times we spent together
with saw dust in our vests.
He understood his buddies
if told "just need a day,"
We liked to demo splitters so
Pete gave them all a play.
Then head on over to Zepher
some lame was out of gas,
Stop to scarf a burger,
then drive to save his ***
Pete understood the woods
and dropped his spoog at night
Rangers took their samples;
but moisture was not right.
He is sadly gone now
the trees will miss him still
it's only cause I loved the man
and guess i always will.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
I think of you and get flooded with Sunshine
Bright rays, warm smile, deep eyes
Spin me away
Take me away
Dance our troubles away
Come, be, stay
I will be a comforting, inquisitive moon
I'll stay close and stay light
Like the flight of a feather
Dancing with Zepher
On a warm summer's night
But I won't fly away
Come, stay
Let's dance, let's just be
You and me and heart... drum... beat.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
No pressure. No diamond.
No oyster. No pearl.
Cloistered from the sun. Ageless in aspic.
Rare as angels hair and fine. So fine to me
Precious as baby breath. Gentle as a webb.
My love's comes to me. Is borne on truth ,carried on a warm zepher.
You.
Carry
The elemental.
Essential.
Biology.
You.
Do.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
The Dream
Once, while the sea was green
The unpeopled beach
Stretched its naked arms
About the liquid plane,
I lay listening to the waves licking the thirsty sands
With moistened laughter
Gently teasing its eager edge.
The bold, hot sun shone
Crowning each wave’s capricious crest
A timid zepher rippled the sea grass
That grew in curious knots above the dunes.
The heated sand, pleased at the shade of my sleepy limbs
Yielded up a hidden coolness from beneath its glassy surface
And wrapped its morphic arms about my minds ambling.
Sleep hung in the haze and slipped unnoticed past my guarding eyes.
From out of the blackness that is sleep,
A voice, no, not a voice
but a distant choir of wind plucked reeds
called, or rather played a tune so soft
as if to soothe, and in soothing, drew close my floating soul.
I stood in pleasant wonder and saw my sleeping body all soulless white,,
Lying limp upon the sand.
I took as step, a small one, mind you,
As if to test this sudden separateness
And as a ship that long against her anchor tugged,
Suddenly finding her cable free,
Sailed into the currents of the air.
I stumbled on my fear, but did not sink,
And slowly drifted towards an isle
That rose in greeting from the sea
And caught me as a feather,
the wind had chanced to lift aloft.
I gazed about this orient isle in childlike wonder.
Upon the mantled vines hung purple grapes and green.
From a hidden
Spring, a crystal stream bubbled clear and pure
Into a shaded pool of secret depths, soft and cool.
A remembered voice called my name,
Not in a word, but in the music of a forgotten dream.
Startling like a timid deer
To the sudden sound of raindrops on a nearby leaf
I whirled about.
Her laughter rippled on the shaded pool
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:38 AM UTC
*She moves like a zepher
Across the plains of my heart
Testimomony of when we're together
We should never be apart
She is my one and only
Fill the emptiness in my soul
Evade feeling lonely
She makes me whole*
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC