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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…

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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

Star trails

The Life and Mind of Me

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