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Month: May, 2013

freesing free verse

I’m just a writer…I’m not a poet…perhaps a romancist…some jazz writing path…the verse is the pulse of the poem…in all my writings I can notice slices of free verse…I can feel a verse, most from listening the words and phrases…most from my ears…always with my soul…some prose…some poems…some poetry, but I’m a fiction writer…and fiction is some endless lullaby…sensing the verse…not from the syllabes counting nor from the accents, but from sensing some flow of free love…loosening designed words…free words…free writing

today is another day

and yesterday…during the storm…the windows of my house were shaking…some single dance…some single wind music…some single thunder drumming…as a heart beating up…taking care of my house, I miss you…reveries of days gone by…and for a while…I stop…I take a piece of cake…and did a cup of coffee…this sweet meal…so sweet instant…quiet…the smell of cook sustained the home…during the storm…quiet home…peaceful…sweet home

you don’t need me

because I can die down…I can die away…I can die out…and you will keep living…living is the best choice…love is our common ground…our common path…our daily common bread…love is our home…ever home

I don’t need you

because I love you…without you, I will keep living…I may be sweapt away within tempests and storms…I can die out…as the moonlight fade…you can choose to leave me…you can leave me, but I love you…anyway…anywhere…anytime…I set up rainbow dye flags…the losses, the grief…in despite of all, joyous dye flags…showing the loving road

the tempest, eleven months later

at this autumn cross over to winter, yesterday a strong storm came up the city…winds, rain, thunders in skies…the rainny drops entered my house in a lower grade, because I have stronger roofs…and stronger walls…such a big storm, this autumn storm!…resembled the tempest, almost one year later…when the more secure place in the world…my armchair corner inside my house…was almost sweap away…my small armchair corner is in the same place…I sit down at this little home inside my house…at the same place…at the same armchair…nowadays I take to draw some portraits…some drawings and painture work…I also write some handwriting notes and small manuscripts…I read a lot, although less than before…I write more…to save for later…stronger roofs…where the loyal doves seek for shelter yesterday…just before the storm first thunder…stronger walls in my house…open heart to love…a broader gate…to good futures…tiny layers in my heart, tiny wallbounds in my soul…soft walls in my life…when all walls has fallen…love arises…as the sun set at this today windy amazing dawn…when all is lost…love remains…when all my walls has fallen…I keep open to going on trustful…love ahead…guiding us…me and you…roll on, storms!,…roll on, tempests,…love remains my secure sweet sailing boat…close to the doves in their shelters upon the roofs…going on trustful through storms and tempests…such a brave warmth home…such sweet solitude…I don’t need you, but I love you…my dear reader…without you, why should I write these wandering phrases?…the seasons shuffle…my heart trustful…in human goodness…roll on, loving road…roll on

daydream, I like the night

I like the night…tonight can be a good night…I like the night…I like the dance…I like the woogie…the old boogie-woogie of my jazz improvisations…sometimes in my old acoustic piano, sometimes anywhere…I like to share joy…I like the to spend the nights ridding to good futures…I like the night…I like the moonlight…the stars blinking…joyously…our common path…let’s go further…trustful…together…I like our common nights…I like the night lamp…the night glasshour…the night compass…everyhight can be a good night…we can choose this way…narrow way, wise home…I’m not a poet, but the verse of the pace at the path help track the trip…good trips…roll on, loving road…and lead us within

wording

I write this piece of writing as a designer…and from long time ago, I write each word as in my caligraphy class…each letter of a word is designed as a small drawing…the four letters of some alphabet…countless letters, coutless words…love…one word, four alphabetic signs…broaden paisages…in a manuscript handwritten, the time I spent to draw the word love…is the time I spent to also feel love…writer, painter, sculptor…words…words of lovely timing…love out of time, and space…joyful time, lovely wording

paisage lunar

and yesterday’s night…the light of the full moon brighting…I take a pencil and drew a paisage…at the baseline a horizon when the moon was raising…the blue ocean meeting the blue sky…the moonlight I drew as a veil…long veil…reaching a sailing boat at rest in a beach…I used oil painting because oil moisture is a good advice for draw subtil tonalities…some hard task the painting of perspectives…its required shadows for perspectives…as that painture seems more naturalistic…closer to a photo, but as a biography of an instant…the paisage lunar is near a portrait…so, the elements of this paisage is the full moon, her long veil, the sailing solitude, the beach that receives the ocean…the ocean that refuses no river…I’ve named paisage. moonlightned ocean…and dedicated for you…we can sail together…our sweet solitudes…sailing softly…slow sailing…our shared love…lovely winds

night lamp, full moon

today is a sunday sunny day…I take a small walking yesterday’s night…the full moon lighting my way…my choices…the full moon being also my compass…guiding the right direction…and moon blissing light…illuminating my steps…giving light to my small garden…a brilliant night…that light guides me and as a compass help to reach good places…looking at the sky…I noticed the time passing…the time running to another day…today…we can keep goingb on grateful…how many blessings I feel…the lamp at sky, the compass of my love…this one love…our daily common bread…me and you…dawn ridding…to a nightly lovely meeting…I make some invitation…we can look at the moon by night…at the time the moon is up…right upon our heads…if you see the full moon tonight, we can meet each other sight…and share that common blessing…so simple!,…so barely done…such special meeting we can take…me and you…our look meeting at the moon…the moon nurturing our souls…and at this time…seems to be a meeting aout of time and space…we can meet each other sight…just watching at noon night…to the full moon light!,…perhaps we can share tonight…a lovely night…hold on near me…and keep on going the loving road…through other skies…other worlds…as a dream…dreamnight

full moonlight fade

watching to the horizon at sundown…I noticed a sparkling full moon…where the sun raises…at the raising sun horizon…the encounter of the sun and the noon…full moon…raising at her own pace…some hoe fast…i do some contemplation, and some meditation…the full moon seems pregnant of good futures…like a garden where the autumn flowers blossom…courageously…facing frozen mornings…but the moonlight brighting the night, as a beacon at sky…surrounded by blinking stars…that time…when full moon light fade, just another golden dawn…plenty of opportunities to just enjoy being alive and in good stand…such a gift!…free…no cost…only memories of other times…when the days just gone by…at this time when night lighting fade and the new day is still arriving…nor night neither day, just what one wants to be