New York restaurant info

I like living in a big city. I love having the amenities on my door step and always being able to do something fun or to go somewhere fun for a night out or some other type of relaxation. Of course, you need to get the right information on where to trip the light fantastic or where to go for that great spectacular meal out with a loved one.

The Village Voice is a great read with insightful articles on any aspect of New York life but there is more. If you are looking for a great New York Restaurants check out the restaurant section of the Village Voice.

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Peter Pan

Peter Pan, that whimsical poetic figure in Kensington Gardens. I had a look around the fabulous statue in the park shortly before I left England. It was a special moment and one that I shan't forget. Ever. It was a magical sort of thing, not easily explained. The picture will have to suffice.

Great glasses

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Gilber Grape

Watches 'What's Eating Gilbert Grape?' last night and thoroughly enjoyed it. I like the slowish, gentle pace of the film, the characters, the wide open skies of the rural American setting. Finally, a film that has no guns blazing, no tyres screeching, no boring men in their boring car chases. A good film all round, really..

Fast weight loss

There are an awful lot of people in the world today who struggle in one form or another with their weight. I do not exclude myself from this category by any means, I assure you. I too wish I could lose some pounds and get in shape without having to drastically alter the way I live. Who would not like that? There is, however, now a fast weight loss programme that can help anyone to lose weight, and lose it fast.

This is the new lifestyle diet that can really make a change to your life for the better. We would all be healthier if we who need to could lose some of our weight. With this new fast weight loss programme you can lose weight faster than while using programs such as weight watchers, jenny craig, slim fast, the atkins diet, medifast, and optifast.

This is worth looking into if, like me, you would like to lose weight fast. We can do it, I know we can!

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Web 2.0

Tim O'Reilly happens to be the founder of O'Reilly Media is a and a supporter of the free software and open source movements. He is widely credited with coining the term Web 2.0.

O'Reilly was initially interested in literature upon graduating from high school, but after graduating from Harvard College in 1975 with a B.A. cum laude in Classics he became involved in the field of computer manuals. He defines his company not as a book or online publisher, or as a conference producer (though the company does all three), but as a technology transfer company, "changing the world by spreading the knowledge of innovators." O'Reilly is on the board of CollabNet, and was on the board of Macromedia until its 2005 merger with Adobe. In March 2007, he joined MySQL AB’s Board of Directors.

In 2001, Tim O’Reilly was involved in a dispute with Amazon.com, leading a protest against Amazon's one-click patent, and specifically, Amazon's assertion of that patent against rival barnesandnoble.com. The protest ended with O'Reilly and Jeff Bezos visiting Washington D.C. to lobby for patent reform.

O'Reilly talks about web 2.0, which is about the free flow of information however some would argue that he seeks to be squeezing every penny out of it. Lately he has reportedly contacted his old boys network at that major search engine compnay to cut off support for a holding web 2.0 conferences that are priced at a fraction of his conference.

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Health matters

What matters most to you out of all the factors that influence your life and your general sense of well being? Is it the money you earn through your job, your career prospects themselves? Or is it something more ephemeral and abstract such as a spiritual goal you are trying to attain? For many people they may answer this initial question using one or some of the options listed. Or they may answer something completely different. After all, human beings are as diverse as anything and that is what makes life interesting in my humble opinion.

For me, apart from the love of my life who happens to be my dear wife, my health has to be near the top of the list of things I value most. If you have a good basic health you will enjoy life more, that only makes sense. To stave off disease and unhealthy living conditions is something that we all would like to do. One of the ways to go about maintaining a healthy lifestyle is though a balanced and nutritional diet.

One way is to use the best liquid diet that you can find. A liquid protein diet can do wonders for you and your diet plan. It can help with weight loss and offer you a new lifestyle diet.

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Roar

Howling, terrifying screech
Of wind through corners of the soul,
Around buildings,
Whistling like a demented banshee,
Crying out for the world to stop.

Words are whispered,
Hushed feeling glow and linger,
The fire needs kindling,
And so do we.

The stars ignite,
A dream takes its leave,
The hours slide into shadows,
At least the wind has died down.

Time flies

Ageing can be hard on the sense of humour, don’t you find? I used to think I was immortal and that no matter how poorly I treated my body, chances were I would live forever and always in surprisingly good health at that. Ah, the hubris of youth, dear readers. Now I have slowly passed the age threshold of forty years (and counting) I find I no longer think my life will just carry on indefinitely without any hiccups along the way.
Sometimes I get out of bed and feel decidedly sluggish and achy in my old bones and back. Why do you suppose that is, I ask you in all honesty? The answer is fairly obvious; I am, despite my best efforts, getting older.

But that does not mean I cannot take care of myself and my health. For instance at
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Celebrity Connection

When you see a star-studded function on television or some grand awards occasion such as the Oscars you may think that these celebrities all appear there as if by magic or completely on their own volition. Indeed when it comes to the Academy Awards this may well be the case, not the magic but they may just go along by themselves. But corporations and trade associations, television networks and many other organisations need someone to match them up with a particular celebrity to enhance their occasion or event.

This, indeed, is where Celebrity Connection comes in. They can connect these companies and organisations with one of the celebrities on their books. After all, they have access to about ten thousand celebrities, no less. It is for a normal person perhaps an usual idea to think that there must be such a down-to-earth approach to making this kind of celebrity connection actually happen. But, of course that is the way these things are done. And this company can provide a full suite of professional services that range from celebrity acquisitions and coordination to total event management.

The World

Keen to revolve ad infinitum,
Gently spinning, or
Troubled dizzily out of control,
A child's toy,
A madman's dream of power and glory,
Battles scarred her precious skin,
Deep within her azure globe,
Something lethal stirs.

You have to have 'Been Seen'

Travel broadens the mind they say and ‘they’ are absolutely right. I love to travel and see some of the world’s exotic places in far flung destinations. There is so much to see and so many wonderful sights to behold. If I could I would do a lot more travelling but just popping over to Paris every now and then is a genuine thrill.

A few years ago I visited Hong Kong for a few days and that gave me a taste for Asia and I will definitely go back and explore China and South-East Asia in much more detail.

A great website for travellers everywhere is Been Seen which aims to be a fun as well as artistic website and also to establish a community of like-minded travellers who want to explore and share aesthetic and interesting travel experiences with each other.

Been Seen adopts a creative and visually artistic point of view when it comes to the concept of travel. It is all about searching out places that are remote and beautiful which reflect simple luxury.

Check out this wonderful website and experience a difference in where and how we travel.

Snapbomb!

I just found about a very interesting paid to blog site with the intriguing name Snapbomb. This looks like a very promising blog review site and I am happy to create a bit of a buzz for them. I always welcome a new paid to review site when one comes along. As far as I am concerned Snapbomb looks like it could really work well for both bloggers and advertisers.

Blog advertising can really do wonders for a product or a company’s service. The exposure provided by a good blog post cannot be underestimated. What I like about Snapbomb is the speed with which you can register with them. You then submit your blogs for appraisal and within seconds you receive an estimate of your blog’s value.

I think this could be a really good site for bloggers and advertisers looking for blog marketing. Good luck, Snapbomb!

Starlet

So eager, breathless,
She dances herself into a tiny frenzy
At the prospect of some measure of imagined fame.

The milkman had seen her picture
In the paper that held his cod and chips,
And she looked nice.

Much nicer than that piece of fish
And those soggy chips.

Day

Opening up like a wilful flower,
Nothing remains unseen by this light;
Awe-struck, emboldening,
Grasping life by the throat
And kissing its keen brow.

Advance

Walk among the happy few,
That breed of uncommon types
Who sneer at low-level atrophy,
And never stop breathing in
With all their might and never cease
Believing all may be achieved at last.

Be fair, advance and breathe!

Hunting knives

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They currently have a 40 percent discount on their hunting knives. The sale will last until the very end of March to get in quick! It’s a great online knife store and it’s so easy to purchase your hunting kit and knives from t hem. If you use the coupon GENRALSALE you will even get another 5 percent off anything in the store. Great stuff!

Win a Wii!

There is a fantastic thing going on at Charter at the moment. If you are at all interested in winning a Wii then you should definitely check it out. If you register you can enter their great sweepstakes to win your very own Wii. You can also bid, as in an auction, on Charter’s high-speed internet for life. How about that? Bidding starts at a mere ten dollars so why wait?

For your chance to win a Wii or other great prizes head on over to Charter to check it out for your self!

Iphones and such

Technology is a wondrous thing that has indeed enhanced the lives of most of us. Can you imagine having to do without your email account or MP3 player or smart phone? Of course you would be able to do without these technological features but would you want to do that? I certainly would not and I don’t think many others would either.

Most people who are the proud owners of an iphone 2.0 would probably agree with me that the ease and comfort of their iphone is something that has changed their lives for the better and I would certainly be able to understand why they would feel that way.

There is a very useful iphone forum where you can discuss all manner of things relating to the apple iphone sdk so be sure to check it out. It really is a great forum to chat and discuss iphone sdk applications, general SDK topics and more.

It is well worth looking into. Have a go and see for yourself how this forum can be of use to you. You will find something of interest, I am sure!

Envelop

Creeps, the darkness advances,
entirely wraps itself around my freezing heart,
claw-cloaking to keep out the warmth and light
that yet pushes to reach.

Sleep Time

I rove and roam within my mind;
Awkward zomblie lust-filled mare,
Night digs in deep, deeper still,
And salvation is not close at hand.

I lie awake, dreaming light-beams,
Seemingly a sphere of radiance benign,
Dawns upon a sullen brow,
Too eager, too keen, yet far too old.

Water-clad

Dripping in dewy sunshine droplets
Honey-pearled, wisdom-reared
The creature dreams of dreaming clearly
Of all that it could be
One day, sometime, somewhere.

The river soothes, trickles gladness
Creatures dance and mingle, rock step along
Pools of mirror fantasy
Elongate the soul's pleasure.

The river is always there,
Is always coming,
And is always going away.

Cornerstone

Built my palace on your love for me
Dwelling to befit a divine couple
Of ordinary humans
Touched by a moment of love
And madness
Wrapped up in scrolls of exulted claims
To eternal love
Life unbound, unfettered
By life itself
Beyond it all and reaching even further
To where the grand mansion is located
On the edge, on the shelf
The ridge where we dare not linger.

The Valley

It lay bare and open that day
The words tumbled from our eager tongues
Pleasant whispers, elevated notions
Collided dreams, real-time infotainment
Too nice, too lovely to forget
Even then.

And later that day as evensong cleared
The words become touching
Whispers kisses
And nothing could turn back
The world was ours
And this night alone
We would live forever.

What I Believe

That a poem should be concise and not endless pages long,
And a word should uplift the weary soul, and then soothe.

That if you can you should go for a ride in a balloon,
And forget about what you think of your self altogether.

That the world is a wondrous and terrible place,
And life both beautiful and horrific.

That the intricate secret web of life itself is built upon paradox,
Or perhaps not.

Mountain Daze

Climbed to the peak,
Montserrat, mountain of the Black Madonna,
shrine of cliffs, roof of the world,
with Catalunya stretching out for hundreds of years all around.

While She, regal statuette, lodged high above the altar,
high above the world,
watches over us,
and weeps.

In Dutch

In the Dutch language,
all things seem clear,
and direct,
often brutishly blunt.

No room for prevarication,
or obfuscation, vaccilatory nuance.

They tell it like it is, you see,
Not as they wish it would be.
More refined, slightly more elegant.

Song for an Angel

Sing to me of distant loves,
of enchantress pining for a saviour,
of lectures unattended,
while the young maidens run free,
barefoot through dewy May fields,
in the same places we knew,
only centuries ago.

Vapour

I watched the olde-worldy train pull out
of the weather-beaten station.
Your suitcases and you were on board,
forever departing, and that's how you'll stay.

You left in summer, and the sunshine,
and the green grass and the clean crisp air,
All wanted to leave with you,
and the grime and dust remained.

And so did I.

Creeps

Shadows mark the hazy aura
Of what once was a thought.
That kiss, that pure emotion,
Our sense of needing, wanting bliss.

Now turned into afterthought,
Memory unwelcome,
That creeps us uninvited.

Salamander

Fiery twisted flame dancer,
Stretched toad-reptile,
Underworld reveller,
Your word has never been your bond,
Nor your heart your own to direct.

Foreign masters have you in chains,
And the light does not pervade
Into your better chambers.

Tripods

One of my favourite art forms in general and a much-loved pastime of mine in particular is photography and anything to do with it. It gives me a real buzz to shoot a near-perfect picture and process it online using some of the advanced imaging software that is available these days. Of course anyone who is serious about his or her photography will have to consider looking into tripods as they are an vital factor in the arsenal of a good photographer.

There is a superb brand out there and they are the velbon tripods which are proving very popular now. They are available in all price ranges to price shouldn’t be prohibitive. They come in ballhead and panhead type of tripod and make for a fabulous addition to any photographer’s crucial paraphernalia.

With these velbon tripods you will be able to shoot great stills and landscape pictures. You will find them easy to use and excellent value for money.

Serene

I think of you, softly,
Now all have left us,
Wishing nothing would ever again,
Come between our awkward hearts,
Lives tapered into inevitable outcomes,
Outstretched, entwined, serendipitous,
With me, still here, forever wondering,
What on earth,
It was all about.

Headphones

I love nothing better than taking some well-earned time off for myself and just to listen to my MP3 player, using my headphones . It is a genuinely relaxing feeling to engulf myself with music and tunes and melodies of my own choosing, turning the volume up as I please. Of course, I take care not to annoy anyone else with the noise of my headphones when I am in public.

Some of the very best headphones that are available are made by Grado headphones . This is truly a quality product and experts and professionals alike endorse the great sound quality provided by these superb headphones that will make for a fabulous listening experience for anyone.

Sometimes I turn down the lights, close my eyes and drift off into an audio landscape that flows into my mind through my ears and nifty headphones. A veritable bath for the soul.

Twirl

The azure sphere looks out upon
a vast dark blanket that covers all
Dread waters blue cling on to it
silver cloud, like angels' hair draped
all around this marvellous stellar gem
revolving around itself
its core of hard softness that boils
and bubbles and reaches up
causing immeasurable mayhem
rendering mortals utterly mortal

Arise

Shine and sparkle like a glass
of finest crystal hue, cut supremely
never dare to not dare to dare all,
in sublime pursuit of that living thing itself
that makes all that went before
remorselessly inadequate,
and, ultimately, quite irrelevant.

Sleep Time

I wander in a dazy haze,
All eyes up-lit and sparkles,
Memories twine and twinkle near,
And lost is the word I cannot fathom.

I rear up and revel in the grove
Of what once came before.
Voices listen, listen out,
Noting all that moves a-shiver.

Dreamscape

Lying alone, sponge-dripped,
Fed on promised whispers,
Oriental island breezes,
Thoughts never quite uttered.
Windows covered with hazy shades,
Glass half empty, perennially,
Nothing stirs, no mention ever
Of anything remotely awkward.
Paradise perceived in 20-20 vision.

Salute

The day, ignomy dressed as routine,
Salacious eventuality,
Occurences dwelt upon,
Too much..

Dream Catcher

Snip, snipe,
Relish the dark night's whispers,
Slowly, creeps a shadow to the pond
Where, we all know, a monster hides,
From the world of day,
From us.

Rosary

Your tears like ruby crystal
on a string in my hand.
I watch your alabaster smile,
looks down on me, sinner.
Your hazel eyes like music,
blue-rimmed face; kind, wise.
You are not angelic, yet more so.
I walk along with you,
the garden welcomes us both.
Freshly scented, spring survives
my heartfelt lonely despair.
You take my hand, alive and giving,
my world is a kind word,
my heart is a child's,
my faith ultimately yours.

Stark

Word flow on from eager anger
stirred by notions out of flow
nothing moves within the sphere
of gentle caring.
Slender trees move to and fro,
smile upon the distraught traveller,
the woods appear like so many dreams
keen to envelop, soak up lightness.

Garlandine


Serpentine seams of silver ghosts
appear to lonely finger-shaped clouds
eager to belong, here, there,
somewhere..
Night cloaks down on this old town
and I walk ahead into a dream
of loveless flaws,
exceptions, trickling down
into lakes and liquid vaults
that locked out half my world.

An Apple

Apple of my eye, Eve incarnate
from rib of man's first child,
temptress tempted, fate incurred,
gods and angels crowd around
this Tigris grove, fiery breath,
songs of Seraphim, dimly audible,
in the rushing of the leaves,
the creaking of the tree,
bulging with the weight
of that ominous fruit,
the rushes in the river,
the sun's loud rays,
the words spoken
for the very first time,
and at evening,
that gaze upwards
to that silver pregnant moon,
rising and rising
for the very first time.

The Mark


Slither a-sliver of sleepy self,
dreams wake up to life renewed,
all overturning inside lovelessness,
like leaves of autumnal hue disperse.

Trees line the fringe of last refuge,
bones and skin keep in the storm,
cattish shrieks light up the night,
as alley life steps to the mark.

Memoire

Haze, surrounded by grey garlands of steamy thought,
Unwrapped into unfolding weavelets,
Turmoil and mayhem abound,
As in Pandora opening a treasure trove of woe.

Serene unquestions ask of themselves
Nothing so outstretched as time lost,
Perceived in agongy,
Or thronged in abject pain.

Walk though a wooded glen,
Smile though a furrowed pang,
Talk with a smooth whisper,
And never ever forget!

Looking Back

Walked through a green,
a copse of thoughts assembled
by ancient spectres,
forever lurking,
just out of reach.

Sang a song of hope,
for the trees and reeds,
lining the river,
where once I swam
when still a boy.

Loved a life,
lived in and out of time,
reaching for so much,
stumbling along the way
into my own sense of me.

Sky Disc

Eye, hung on a pin,
high above a smouldering,
ancient world,
sees all, knows all,
saw us before we came into being.
This solemn vizor may yet smile
upon little feeble ways,
displays of petty anger,
wars, hurt and more.
Placate it, lest there be wrath forecoming,
greet its rising complexion,
each and every day.

Teardrop

Sleek, forget me not,
to slide down a shapely cheek,
and look up one more time,
at eye curved in solitude,
passion crumbled,
night embraced.

Lines


Fox-like gloves left on the lawn
summer smiles a tender yawn

Velvet grass, damp with due
all the world left to pursue

A word, a gesture; anything.

Status Quo

In the gentle morning, I see
All around concentrated
In the tiniest droplet of steam
Sullenly sliding down the side
Of an over-boiling kettle.
No fear, no sweat;
Just one more day of
Living with myself.

Here I stand
Upon the line
Between then and now,
Fairly fearless, yet motionless too,
Speech evaporated,
Thoughts scurrying off,
And me still here,
And another day,
Of me with me.

Fondness

A whisper in mad morning,
earnest flutterings of an unquiet mind,
forever nearer to what I perceive as glee,
untold memories, linger within.

Soft silver afternoon,
dispensed my former gloom
revived by aeons of not-quite-belonging here,
and thoughts induced of what might have been.

A slinking sense of fondness
for all that was, and myself included,
pervades my inner sanctum now,
and no crow appears too dark,
no heart shows up too scarlet,
as all is as all should be.

Gold

Where is that centre of all belonging, and more?
Is it in the stillness perceived in the midst of tragedy,
Blissful incantations of divine sanctuary received,
Oceans of turmoil and remnants of feelings,
All washed away in the flick of a tear-stained lash?

Nostalgic Forecast

I walk ablaze in a whirlwind dream
unable to focus on inner mayhem,
Words unravel into tangled webs,
sustain a sense of still-born fear.
Well within the spring inside,
feelings, notions roar.
I wish to sever heart from mind,
and pass through that dark door.

Silence fills a stark-white room
with nothing but remembrance.

Statutory Muse

World unfold a tearful eye
Over seas of tranquil glee

Further up ahead I glance
Something I had longed to see

Clouds that smile upon my face
Fondness from on high

All the signs still to retrace
My soul must crave to fly.

Stellar Faze

World weary untold tapestries of stars surround
Eagerish eyes, too soft for confrontation
Delirium bound for agony enhanced
By all of my life that went before.

I take a tablet of my own making
And forego the privilege of breathing out
All that I contain remains within
My soul to perish, yet proves devout.

One stellar dream to unravel itself
One hope to descend upon me gently

I faze out and in,
And out.

Austral Days

Never ever dared to dream
Thoughts collide in flights of fancy
Deepest joy anticipates
Nothing stirs yet awkwardly.

I feel a feather on a breeze
Gentler, gentler still
I move upon a brighter way
And face each coming day.

So many years I wished for this
To see that land, those faces
Not knowing what to fear or miss
I re-traced my own re-traces.

A world away, is where I’ll be
To find another world, anew
Want to wake up from my reverie
And soak up all its light, imbue.

Southern Cross may welcome us
Two loners on a path of glee
Our love will reinforce, and thus
Bring my soul’s own breath to me.

Blue Haze Remembered

A sleep surrounded by a dream
That stretches on throughout the day,
Where all that isn’t bright must seem
An arcane sadness on display.

A thought enveloped by a hope
That imparts a sense of splendid wonder.
My lust and love plan to elope
And settle somewhere yonder.

A kiss caressed by passions pure,
Which, breathing fiery clouds of glee,
Inspires and does entice and lure,
Then brings you back to me.

Lost and found, we care to live,
Knowing Fate may take or give.

Rambling Associations

Dream, thought, sleep surrounded
Fenced-in undertows of worlds
As yet undiscovered, near-hovering
From alabaster cloud-constructed pods,
Everlasting breath

Followed a sheepless trail of heather
Grey storming hopeful skies winked rain at us;
My heart of hearts so tenderly evoked, and
These memories I have to tread on,
Ever so very gently.

Made tearful cups of ginger tea
From droplets left on rocks in streams
Too well hidden, too remote from cities, words

Made love from sparkling nights of woe
Felt sodden, cold from feeling all,
Lay down to dream a dream of hope.

Orbit

To write my self a sparkling verse
That shines forever onward,
To where the light of life surrounds
And kindness need not hide.

To twirl my soul onto the core
Where all awkwardness subsides,
And deep within my inner calm
Still deeper me resides.

To speak a word of love so true
It liberates this world I own,
And forfeits not what might have been
When love had left me all alone.

I’d sail on whispers in the night
To shore up anchor in your sight.

Dawn Chorus


My erstwhile dreams of love surround
Our hearts and minds and souls.
Our eagerness at last has found
What satisfies and yet cajoles.

Inspired to ever greater heights,
We live and love and breathe.
Fixed clearly, hope within our sights
Our inner selves we now unsheathe.

Stricken by our sense of glee,
Pale sorrow takes to flight.
In love, our love-filled eyes can see
A world of life and light.

One heart speaks to its counterpart,
United, they make the night depart.

South Land

What on earth lies yet ahead?
The will to discover where I'm from,
Whispers, snippets of half-embraced memories,
Yellowing photographs in sticky summer drawers,
My first bank book with Donald Duck on the front,
Dad building his ~our~ own house;
Wood and nails and persperation,
Australian sun scorches my eager mind,
Even before I get there.

Lift

An eye upon an ogre sky,
I left my world once more to fly.
To soar ahead of mortal stresses
And feel the breeze’s sweet caresses.

An ear would hear what would remain
Of tired mind and urban brain.
To feast upon the heavens’ sound;
Such revelry is seldom found.

A hand reached out to touch another,
My love or guide; my arcane mother.
To feel once more connected to
What breathes in and believes in you.

Upon the brightest waves we rode
On Pegasus to your abode.

Sonnet 12


I wearied like a turmoil shroud,
Far from soothing voices.
My mind was darkened by a cloud
That left me with few choices;

One to leave and sever hope,
Never to return to life.
Something weak within would grope
And say farewell to ceaseless strife.

The other was to persevere,
To greet each coming day anew.
Endeavour to become sincere
And let my eager heart pursue ~

~the dreams I held to be forlorn
Within my sustenance were born.

Dark Flowers Beckon

I broke the heavens with a smile
That fashioned forth a thunderstorm.
What once was love could still beguile,
And memories take shapely form.

She moved like clouds upon the sky;
A floating dream of carefree bliss.
Within her heart I’d simply die
If I could not have her dearest kiss.

Words were whispers; sweet and clear
And in within the night we’d hide.
All of love’s creation near,
Darkness would at last subside.

Morning was a smile renewed.
Flowers; lovers not pursued.

Watching a Life
 
With its innate peril, the gentle shortcomings,
The much-loved flaws reflected thus so sweetly,I dream of life as it could be;
Joyously serene, a cup runneth over for all and sundry,
Diversity celebrated rather than feared in vain,
Rain drenching long-parched soil,
Sun gently warming, stirring up stray seed
Then
Something fine and new slowly flowering.

Cloud Maiden
 
Sweetness that carries from great light winds,
Your dress a reminiscence of feathers;
Aloft on dreams alive and light,
A trail of blissful incantations.
You’re forever just having left,
Leaving me here
Forever wishing
You would reappear.

Synchronize

When viewed from an eternity
How is it that I am alive?
From the source to this modernity;
What wills that I survive?

So many souls have gone before,
A myriad of hearts and minds.
After me, so many more,
And he who seeks, he finds.

I must be instantly aware
That this time is for me.
And live my days with even care;
Breathe in to live and Be.

Like grains of sand in a dusty glass
These days like a thousand pass.

Dream to Soothe a Working Mind

The world was a place of tranquil bliss,
The serenest welcoming of mirth.
The coldest heart could not dismiss,
A garden of love; this ancient earth.

Small creatures played with ferocious beasts
While gulls sang like sweet birds of song.
Men and women enjoyed week-long feasts,
And love was the sun; glowing and strong.

Peace was a word whispered with a smile
And truth nothing to write home about.
No need to deride or even revile,
Worship was love; eloquent, devout.

The dream made flesh in a flash of the Eye,
All longings fulfilled even before we die.

Whispers

Where but in that hopeful dream
Could love find refuge still?
As shimmers on a moonlit stream
Dance to and fro at will.

The word is whisper’d with great care,
The night surrenders soon.
One heart so big that we could share
And greet this honeymoon.

Caresses touch my inmost need,
The world is left there standing,
Lust is merely love’s own greed
Yet proves to be demanding.

Breeze of ages floats around
Flowing thoughts of bliss.
Music that at last has found
Perfection in your kiss.

I wish upon the brightest stars;
Tiaras in the sky ~
That Venus will seduce old Mars
And that love will not die.

Somewhere Else My Dream Belongs

'Tis not in this timid inner hemisphere,
Where ogres of the mind lurk dimly.
In a night that engenders my semi-fear
my Light is distorted so grimly.

The spark in my dream whispers sweetly
Of higher, most noble of notions.
And slowly, my spirit, discreetly,
Shows me how to greet my devotions.

At dawn, just before, sounds a bird;
Pure form, and serene, eloquently ~
Darkness retreats at this lyrical word:
In Your hands I place my faith now so gently.

Sound that stills a raging heart,
Denotes that nothing is apart.

Song for Laura

Where evening sun’s farewell pervades
A heart that longs for fantasy,
And moonlight soon will soothe the shades
That crowd upon my ecstasy ~

‘Tis here my mind must wander lonely,
A vessel on a moribund course.
Tempting fate to rage and stone me,
I attempt to once more find my source.

What made me this day this morose
Is what once happened, years ago.
No reasoning is so verbose
That with it all my hurt would flow.

Fate, a master cruel and kind
Would always know me here to find.

Of These Three

Tears of heaven, left to burn
Fiercely into ancient soul.
Watch stars ignite with awesome might
And so much still for me to learn.

Words of comfort smoulder gently,
Long after the hurt has waned.
Kindnesses spread all around,
With one small gesture much is gained.

Dreams of interweaving hopes,
Sorrows melt like first dew droplets.
Sin and Laughter play together,
Tumble down from Spring’s green slopes.

Be a guiding star to some:
Live a world of love to come,

Watching you,
Fall asleep,
I give in.

Overhead,
Underneath,
All around.

Silently,
Night moves in,
Time of dreams.

She believes,
Me to be
Her true love.

22 October 1999, Gouda

The dream pervades
the twilight shades
while overhead
the moon seems dead
and underneath
the once-green heath
downtrodden lies..

Dawn Bliss

I dream of you
looking at me;
so close, so very near,
only to wake up
and see you looking at me;
so near, so very close.

Haven

Where dreams alight to freedom found,
As welcome melodies pervade,
Is where my love and I are bound
By lofty glare and earthly shade.

Grove of oak-leaved whispers hides
Lovers strange and overjoyed.
We washed up on some ancient tides
Which modern life had not destroyed.

Arrived at last; this distant shore
Was always within sight.
We'd lie and dream for evermore;
Made happiness our plight.

One word for love, one love the word,
We speak the love no one has heard.

Ommekeer

In vroeger jaren placht ik bij tijd en wijle
De hemel zelve te bestormen.
Kon niet langer zuchten, dralen;
Mijn wereld mocht nochtans vervormen.

Ik schreeuwde dag en nacht om ontij,
Vreesde niets dan wat me deren kon.
Leefde luid en stout en vrij,
Genoot van elk facet dat ik verzon.

Niets dan duisternis vervreemdde
Mijn werkelijkheid van diepste ziel.
Ik voelde me een ware ontheemde,
Levensmoe; dat scheen mijn stiel.

Nooit, nee nooit kijk ik weerom,
Houd mij voor het verleden dom.
Wat eens zich voordeed is nu slechts schijn
En doet zich voor als zoete pijn.

Forlorn, the eagerness returns
to stalk once more my open mind,
encapsulates the dimlit vaults
of what once breathed life and love.

Day Break

Ablaze in a maze of my own devising,
suprising no one but my higher self,
with petty pity for my own hurt feelings,
slowing down my upward advance,
all the while in tune with resentment fuelled,
harshness embraced, eagerness quenched.
Aghast at my limitless self-imposed limitness,
stressed out squabbling heart-wrenching heart,
always murmuring, rarely helpful.

I glance at myself like this, sideways,
too unkeen to really see,
this ogre-small, inelegant
vivid side of me.

Hours, Minutes, Lifetimes

Dream, hastily moved an inch
Trenchcoat warfare, silent rumours
Faster than a lightning bullit
Creeps a long-detested thought.

Longing


Near-perfect hues of pink and blue
evaporate before my eyes.
Painstakingly I must pursue
this colour fate; this canvas prize.

I walk within a mirrored cloud,
upon a velvet moss.
endeavour to cast off this shroud
remove my soul from earth-bound dross.

To climb and not descend again
and feel the sun's warm golden arms.
The silver screen behind the rain;
the end to nervous, small alarms.

Scale


Stagnant tendrils of surrender
sleep within a pupil's eye.
Post-haste post returns to sender
resigned to fate; my lullaby.

Solvent streams of liquid gold
forever dreaming lonely dreams.
Amber shine that lures the bold
sleep is all that's left, it seems.

Surreptitious serpent traces,
slow repentance now surrounds,
like Ourobouros self-embraces,
lingering forgotten sounds.

Perchance

Fortune lingers, smiles abound,
Awkward tones of lust are found
Where memories last into night
And feeble resonance takes flight.

Silver colours, window panes
Still denoting snow-slushed stains.
Covered thoughts of yesterday
Still cling on; they need to stay.

Overhead, the sky belongs
To some ancient hopeful songs.
Dead of night come if you will,
Soothe my frenzied heart and still.

Request Bequest

Mesmerized, our star takes form,
Shaped by myriad serpent rainbow dreams,
Worlds of weary wisdom, near-lucky afterthoughts,
Revelatory breathing, and
Overt smiling optimism.

Codes like shreds of half-forgotten washing,
Hickups like hip-happy echoes,
Nights wasted in communal drownings
Of cynism; always too temporary,
Mornings not embraced yet hallowed.

Music invades like armies of sweetness,
Wolves lie down and cry no longer;
Not for moons covered in dark cloud dresses.
No loneliness survives
Such sheer lyrical melody.

Curtains of hope open wide and thoroughly eagerly,
Keen to envelop a world that might~
After all,
Things being said and done,
At the very end of the day~
Not be so entirely bad at all.

Velvet Gloss

Unfolding red carpet unrolling for miles,
with the signs and the symbols directing my mind.

Simple syntactic cloud formations form
unravelling patterns in cloudburst and storm.

Wild wicked hurricane goes where it will
sanctuary's ghost leaves a stone left unturned.

I go into night with a heart showing fear
somehow my own dream will refuse to come near.

Bemusement


To dream a dream that was forgotten,
Re-emerge and surface yet.
The life with which we were besotten;
On which no mortal sun may set.

To breathe the breath that spans the mind,
Inviolate and brazen, free.
The treasures we knew we would find
And never closer; destiny.

Nightshade

Some things merge
and everchange,
perceive, deceive, and
rearrange..all that ever was,
or is likely somehow
to be.

Somewhere
from within the well,
bubbling baroque voices
giggle,
conspire to tempt the lonely wanderer
down, deeper down.

Dreary half-dead street dogs bark;
long forgotten, never cared for,
yet too basic to be lonely.
Beside a silver pool
they take the moon for a mirror.

Distant daylight dreams appear;
dispersing thoughts of yesterday
and casting off shreds of darkness
left behind by another smiling night.

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Serenade

I gaze upon thine inner face;
A world of love-bound glee.
I tremble as my steps retrace
And fingers touch thy knee.

Thy treasures are a myriad
Of pleasures quite astounding.
Our labyrinthal Illiad
With lust and love abounding.

We approach each other quietly,
The night shades us from harm.
I caress thy tresses piously
And raise thy soft alarm.

Those lips were soaked in honey-wine,
Mellow fingers linger long.
Kisses placed; a coded sign,
My buoyancy grows strong.

Invited to thy warm embrace
We shiver a quiver divine.
Our rhythms quicken, then retrace
And glide along the spine.

Thoughts collide, turn inside out,
Worlds unfold while stars ignite.
Our bodies prove to be devout,
Exchanging prisms of delight.

Later, as the twilight groans
We willingly surrender.
I watch her as her dreaming moans,
Vow always to defend her.

Nordic Image

Stretched the lonely forlorn road
Ways entangled within woods
Ancient cold and frostbite lingers
Somewhere calls a sprite forgotten

Lights that green along a sky
So vast the heart must feeble keen
Nowhere ice like this remains
Such isolated bliss unseen

Tales and pagan ways are smitten
Forces of the otherworld
The myriads and dazzling beings
Still entice by stagnant pools.

The Garden

Restricted to the garden
We willingly remain.
Our love is pure and ardent,
From evil we refrain.

Evicted from the garden
We sought to find a way.
Our souls must even harden
Or we would go astray.

We gathered flowers in the rain,
Dreamt up loving things to say
That would soothe our mortal pain,
And return us to our play.

In the sky appeared an eye,
Smiled down upon our lives.
And whenever we would cry,
Remember something pure survives.

As love hurt and Spring returned
We lived the lessons life had learned.

Dream Song

You made the world appear a dream,
In which the word was love.
We rode upon a starlit beam
Towards the moon above.

We played within the tranquil sea;
A shallowness of wonder.
We blessed our serendipity
Of meeting somewhere yonder.

This night was fashioned from the past;
All mixed up old emotions.
Our fine escape could never last,
We’d feed on higher notions.

I brought you with me, to my heart
Where we would never be apart.

Ode to a Lady

My lady is a timid rose,
So sweet and strong and free.
She offers me sublime repose;
Returns my soul to me.

A fragrance that denotes so much
Softly comes my way.
She never uses words as such,
We sense; no need to say -

- to what degree we are entangled,
Vines along one stem.
Once held notions have been angled,
We vow to not condemn.

Her garden is my sphere of love,
A refuge from all gloom.
Scarlet petals rain from above
And kiss my former doom.

Serenade

I gaze upon thine inner face;
A world of love-bound glee.
I tremble as my steps retrace
And fingers touch thy knee.

Thy treasures are a myriad
Of pleasures quite astounding.
Our labyrinthal Illiad
With lust and love abounding.

We approach each other quietly,
The night shades us from harm.
I caress thy tresses piously
And raise thy soft alarm.

Those lips were soaked in honey-wine,
Mellow fingers linger long.
Kisses placed; a coded sign,
My buoyancy grows strong.

Invited to thy warmest embrace
We shiver a quiver divine.
Our rhythms quicken, then retrace
And glide along the spine.

Thoughts collide, turn inside out,
Worlds stretch while stars ignite.
Our bodies prove to be devout,
Exchanging liquid pearls of light.

Later, as the twilight groans,
We willingly surrender.
I watch her as her dreaming moans,
Vow always to defend her.

Clarity's Charm


Love; that highest star ignited,
Coveted prize and jewel unblemished.
Rest my heart now it be requited
And fill my soul too long cold and famished.

Hope; the strength to look beyond
The truth of all things silence-bound.
As ever the mortal remains as fond
Of what endures and has been found.

Faith; the Voice that guides me near,
Leads away from hurt and lies.
Relinquishes my smouldering fear,
Smiles at Pride who still defies.

Lessons are learned at the cost of mistakes,
Love lends a hand when my will power breaks.

The Tide


We should be without a trace
In some exotic timid place
Where memories won't grow to haunt
And daily dismal thoughts can't taunt

Surrounded by a dream of sleep
In which I'll fight the night to keep ~
You safe within a sphere of light
To see a new day dawn's delight

To celebrate the evening's peace
And huddle underneath that fleece
That ever was from times long past
Please sit with me, this hour won't last.

Serpentine

Moved with feline grace
delirious and free
Found another love-pace
and made her way to me..

She danced like dreams of sunlight
floating on her smile
With me her watching love-sprite
she desired to beguile..

Passion's rule stretched into night
darkness, sighs of bliss
Her eyes were dressed in moonlight
sweet Goddess with a kiss...

Alarm

Feel the morning waking up
gently flowers whisper
dreams still wrapped around a fuzzy smile
fountain trickles down

Smell the fragrance of this life
time blows like the wind
curtains opened with a joke
left lying around for recycled use

Hear what Springtime has to say
rejuvenate, ameliorate
dream and skip and run and play
to keep on living proves your fate.

Storage

Crept into your living life
dawn made rings of gold
leaves blown into cold bedrooms
slept late into the afterthought

Kept a memory of glee
bound for unforgiving
trees dismembered by the rain
stepped onto a moving platform

Leapt over my former me
glowing lights turn green
slowly momentary wheels
pick up speed and turn around.