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Glistening Point – By Me and D

Glistening Point

Glistening Point

The fire is crackeling

in the darkness of the night.

The fire is burning 

till the onset of first light.

When I

gaze into a flame

I feel the primal hush

stir and stoke 

behind black eyes.

The crush of dark 

and death

sharpened to a glistening point.

 —

The fire brings its stories.

From old days and long nights.

The fire is smoldering.

Under a starry winters night.

When I

gaze into the flame

I feel the primal hush

stir and stoke 

behind black eyes.

The crush of dark 

and death

sharpened to a glistening point.

— 

There is no way.

I can explain

the glistening

of an emerald flame.

There is no way.

I can explain

the glistening

 of an emerald flame.

Hello people I’m back! Sorry been so long had a mad and wicked last few months. I will not be posting as much as I did in the past as I feel I’ll post when the inspirations is really there.

This song was written over facebook with a  good friend of mine. It’s still not finished I think. Tell me what you think please? I’ll love some advice and ideas.

Hope you guys enjoyed it!

IT”S FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Emerald Flame

Emerald Flame

 

Wind Brother

Wind Brother

Wind Brother

You creep up on me from far off lands.
To show me what is to come and what the world has planned.

When you talk to me you say the world is always changing
and you never know what amazing wonders you’ll be facing.

Sometimes you warn me of great hardships to come.
Many miles away from places where the sun has already gone.

You blow past with a never ending thirst for exploration.
Off to far off lands without any further explanation.

This is the life of the winds that blow.

Howling past like a brother you used to know.

The Nomadic Eagle

Wind the ultimate traveler.

Wind the ultimate traveler.

Calling by The Nomadic Eagle

Calling...

Calling…

Calling

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

No other but you can call me…

I sit here in the morning
Listening to you calling
my name.

I sit here in the morning.
Listening to you calling
my name.

no other but you can call me…

And I
I am falling for you,
and  your calling.

And I
I am falling for you,
and your calling.

Just a little something I made up while playing on the guitar yesterday. Still thinking if I should record and publish it another day.

The Nomadic Eagle

Calling...

Calling…

Companionship

Companionship

Companionship

This is what we call COMPANIONSHIP

Coming from nothing at the start.

Out of laughter and things you could never have thought.

Moments like that one amazing fart!

Pouring your hearts out to each other.

Aiming to help or advise one another.

No one else you would rather share the moment with.

In these moments you help each other find clarity.

Out it comes like an ancient myth.

Needing no more than your best friends words.

Seeing the other’s worth as a human being.

Handing each other the keys to life and living.

Interacting on a basis of truth and understanding.

Putting each other first as much as needing.

This is what we call COMPANIONSHIP.

The Nomadic Eagle

BFF's

BFF’s

Cranes Take Flight

Cranes

Cranes Take Flight

You know its truly winter.

When you come grace us with your fights.

Like angels you appear. 

In the cold and snowy night.

You strut your stuff so confidently.

And show of  for all in sight.

You make it look so easy.

Like a professional in flight.

The dance of the cranes has no equal.

And so it will remain.

For the crane is the king off the dancing birds.

Forever it will reign.  

The Nomadic Eagle

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Spectacular in flight.

 

Nature’s Sound

Nature's Call

Nature’s Call

Listen. Can you hear it?

The sounds of nature is on the wind.

Do you hear the crickets call?

Do you here the leaves that fall?

Listen. Can you here it?

The sounds of nature is all around.

Do you hear the soft steps of ants in the night?

Do you hear the dung beetles where they battle and fight?

Listen. Can you hear it?

The sounds of nature is calling out.

Do you hear the hyena’s laughter of delight?

Do you hear the thundering echo’s of lions that fight?

These are the sounds of nature.

Those sounds that could sometimes pluck a tear.

But inspiring those who listen to its calls. 

For nature holds us captive in its great abounding halls.

The Nomadic Eagle

In the Bush

In the Bush

Meerkat

Meerkat

Meerkat

Meerkat  standing there looking at the world.

What do you see?

Do see me?

Or do you see the world in all its natural glory?

 —

Meerkat standing there looking at the world.

What do you see?

Do see the worlds a changing?

Changing from its once natural beauty?

The  Meerkat is the watcher of nature.

No other can take its place.

Standing in the Kalahari’s prairies and dust.

Looking at a world that once was.

A world that is now just going to dust.

The Nomadic Eagle

BBC Animals

BBC Animals

Call of the Ocean

Call Of The Sea

Call Of The Sea

Thy breakers call out to me

like carols on Christmas night.

From a far thy rumbles call to me

in a deep and restless night.

The  Nomadic Eagle

Call of the Sea

rumble,rumble,rumble…

The Hummingbird

Across the downs a hummingbird
Came dipping through the bowers,
He pivoted on emptiness
To scrutinize the flowers.
-Lava Lane and Other Poems (1925) The First Reforme

Grace is the Hummingbird

Grace is the Hummingbird

Volcano Erupts

Volcano Erupts

Volcano Erupts

For many years its lain dormant.

For many years until this exact moment.

Like a dragon coming out of its sleep.

Ready to make the world burn and weep.

The eruption is sudden and violent.

From far deep in the worlds womb where it once was silent.

Nothing in its close proximity will survive. 

Nothing will remain the same for that is a fact of life.

It brings change to that which once was stagnant.

Promising new life to the land covering it in a lava blanket.

A blanket from which will sprout all kinds of life.

A blessing in disguise from mother natures book of life.

The Nomadic Eagle

The Amazing Power Of Nature

The Amazing Power Of Nature

Bones

Bones

Bones

Our bones gives our bodies structure during day and night.

Keep them safe for they will keep you upright.

The bones of the world is a more complex creature.

A creature made from small things and all things. So tells the teacher.

Our lives are made up from skeletons of life.

Bones we can’t see that keeps our souls alight.

The bones of the world we can’t comprehend.

Bringing more bones to the pile that we have to make blend.

Our growth as a person is our own struggle that we fight.

Bones are broken and healed to be just right.

The Bones of life is an amazing and vast gift.

A gift that you can either take or let it pass you by like the wind.

The  Nomadic Eagle

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The Bones of life is an amazing and vast gift.

The One

The One

The One

There’s always that One that got away.

That single One that swam too fast and far away.

Yes, you know the One I’m talking about.

That One that made life challenging without a doubt.

That One that was like no other.

That One that haunts those quick flowing waters.

That One that got away is quite an irritating anomaly.

Making that One that got away quite a big calamity.

That One though will always be of significance in life.

For that One will always remind you what to strive for in life.

Thus I come to the conclusion in matters regarding that One that got away.

Tomorrow we have yet another chance to try and catch the One that got away. 

The Nomadic Eagle

Out to catch the One once again.

Out to catch the One once again.

The Girl In The Subway

The Girl in the Subway Door...

The Girl in the Subway Door…

Looking at a girl through a subway door…
Wondering what her life holds in store…

So many places she could be going…
So many things I can’t even dream of knowing…

A life predetermined by a set schedule…
A life without life walking after a timetable…

This is the life of the girl in the subway door…
A life full of unknowns like dust on the subway floor…

The Nomadic Eagle

Catching a glimpse before disappearing forever.

Catching a glimpse before disappearing forever.

A Poem On The Underground Wall – Simon And Garfunkel

A Poem On A Subway Wall

A Poem On A Subway Wall

The last train is nearly due, 
The underground is closing soon, 
And in the dark deserted station, 
Restless in anticipation, 
A man waits in the shadows. 

His restless eyes leap and scratch, 
At all that they can touch or catch, 
And hidden deep within his pocket, 
Safe within it’s silent socket, 
He holds a colored crayon. 

Now from the tunnel’s stony womb, 
The carriage rides to meet the groom, 
And opens wide and welcome doors, 
But he hesitates, then withdraws 
Deeper in the shadows. 

And the train is gone suddenly 
On wheels clicking silently 
Like a gently tapping litany, 
And he holds his crayon rosary 
Tighter in his hand. 

Now from his pocket quick he flashes, 
The crayon on the wall he slashes, 
Deep upon the advertising, 
A single worded poem comprised 
Of four letters. 

And his heart is laughing, screaming, pounding 
The poem across the tracks rebounding 
Shadowed by the exit light 
His legs take their ascending flight 
To seek the breast of darkness and be suckled by the night.

Simon And Garfunkel

The Child Has The Right Idea to Expression

The Child Has The Right Idea to Expression

First Snow of Winter!

First Snow Of The Year

The first snow has come in the dark of night.

Covering the mountains in a ghostly and enchanting white.

This year it came earlier than last.

Bringing memories of the year that’s past.

A year of good and bad.

A year full of what was happy and what was sad.

So the the winter finally officially dawns upon The Lands.

Till February sun brings summer again in its hands.

The Nomadic Eagle

Covering everything in White

Nature In All it’s Majesty!

Nature In All Its Majesty

The one thing I can  not live without

is the majesty that mother nature is all about.

All of mother earth holds its beauty.

From the smallest snowflake to a landscapes majestic beauty.

Everyday we find ourselves surrounded by towers of cement and steel.

Not looking outside and feeling for what is real.

Everyday we just live life as it feels.

Forgetting what live is all about and how we can heal.

I come from a country with astounding beauty and splendor.

A child of Africa forever and ever.

But I find myself  now in a world of man made structures that lets the mind wither.

With an unquenchable thirst for what lies just outside among the heather.

It is my dream to return to Africa.

For there nature runs rampant and free.

From the somber lands to the high flying Águila.

Such importance majestic mother nature holds for me.

Let’s go back to the ways of old and live free.

Enjoying mother nature in all its glory.

Opening up our minds for only then we will see.

Natures unfathomable majesty.

The Nomadic Eagle

African Wildlife

A man in Love

A Man In Love

A woman has come into my life.

Full of love, sweetness and shine.

A funny thing is this thing called love.

Full of excitement, happiness and things of a kind.

A woman like no other.

This is the woman I have found.

And love her I will like no other.

This woman I love and I’ll say it out loud.

The Nomadic Eagle

Cheers To Good Times

The Eagle

The Eagle

The Eagle soars on high.

Looking down to the land from the sky.

Almost floating like a feather

on the winds that carries it nether.

Always keeping a watchful eye

from there way… way up high.

Leaving no land unread.

In it’s eternal scavenge till it’s time for bed.

Even the Eagle has to rest.

Even if flying is what he does best.

He has to come down to the nest.

To recharge his buzzards head.

It’s at such times that he tries to understand himself.

Coming back from the distant lands where  he found himself.

These times he uses to contemplate.

For tomorrow may bring a strange new fate.

He wakes early in the morn.

Flying of into the new dawn.

Feeling the morning sun on his wings.

Knowing what today just might bring.

Suddenly he spots something on the ground.

Close to a big towering termite mound.

He ducks his head down.

Looking more focused on what he have found.

The air rushes past his wings.

Feeling the rush that only the chase can bring.

Suddenly the hare bounds of in a fright.

Trying to get out of the light.

But the Eagle has its ways.

Learned through all its life long days.

Tucking in his wings to get extra pace.

To quicken the hares deadly fate.

This is the life the Eagle leads.

Finding daily exactly what He needs.

Scavenging everywhere for new things.

Either on the ground or on the wing.

The Nomadic Eagle

The eagle and its prey!

The Magic of Music – By Internalbutterflies

The Magic of Music

the music floats through the air entering every part of me

opening doors, releasing emotions, setting my heart free

amazing how a song can bring light on the darkest day

a melody has the power to carry your mind away

lyrics can offer more understanding than any friend

soothing sounds give your heart the strength to mend

musicians have the ability to control your emotions

like magic their music can unlock your inhibitions

they can help you fall in love or mourn a loved one gone

their songs can bring the day to an end or help you to carry on

you should stop to listen whether the sound is sweet or unkind

for in the right song your answers you may find

Internalbutterflies

Music Saves My Soul

 

 

The Mist

The Mist

The sun struggles in the morn.

Fighting through white pillows

hanging in the dawn.

The mist…

thick and white, 

is it’s shape. 

Making the landscape look

like an ice cream cake.

The mist takes over in the morn.

Rolling over every hill and lawn.

Awaiting the onset of  the dawn.

The mist…

thick and white 

is it’s shape.

Making the landscape look

like an ice cream cake.

The mist is such a mysterious natural state.

Comes around to any place.

A scary foe for any to face.

The mist…

thick and white 

is it’s shape.

Making the landscape look

like an ice cream cake.

The Nomadic Eagle

Thick and white

The Interwebs Are An Amazing Place…

THe Interwebs Are An Amazing Place

the Interwebs are an amazing place

every day they change

we like change

we crave change

we live for change

no looking back

only looking forward

till Google finds the word that taunts us

The Interwebs are a fascinating fate

bringing with it everything up to date

everything at our fingertips

from old things

to new things

no looking back

only looking forward

till Google finds the word that taunts us

the Interwebs are an amazing place

bringing daily new things to face

from social cyber sites

to evocative delights

straight through the dark and lonely nights

no looking  back

only looking forward

till Google finds the word that taunts us

without the Interwebs

our lives may not be the same

but one thing is for sure

the Interwebs are an amazing place…

The Nomadic Eagle

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