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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.

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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…

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.

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

Star trails

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse

waves crash ashore
at the shallow places
standing tall ashore
there stands a building
tall and proud
so stands the lighthouse

shining a beacon
for ships to know
where the waves run low
beware! be careful!
here lies danger!
showing the way,
standing out
like a familiar stranger

a beacon of light
booming out!
over the mists
and further about!

waves crash ashore
at the shallow places
standing tall ashore
there stands a building
tall and proud
so stands the lighthouse

shining a beacon
for sailors to respect
where the sea runs low
beware! be careful!
here lies danger!
showing the way,
standing out
like a familiar stranger

a shepherd of ships
screaming out!
over the mists
and further about!

a beacon

a shepherd

be careful!

beware!

so  stands the lighthouse…

The Nomadic Eagle

The Shepherd of Ships

The Summer have gone…

The Summer have gone…

the time has come

leaves have gone

the cold has come

oh the days of long summer nights

filled with all kinds of delights

oh how I’ll miss those summer nights

the winds are a blowing

the rainy showers outside

always coming and going

the long shadows outside

the time for candles

moonshine and cold days

books and wet sandals

so comes the cold days

until summer comes around

let the autumn days pass

and cold days come around

such is the days that pass now

the summer have gone…

winter takes hold

feeling it to the bone

chilling everyone too bold

oh the dark cold winter nights

full of eating and intelligent delights

oh the winter and it’s inspiring nights

 —

the conversations flowing

after every raindrop falling

like a dog thats howling

listening for another’s calling

 —

the time for new

out with the old days

in with winter dew

so comes the cold days

 —

until summer comes around

let the autumn days pass

and cold days come around

such is the days that pass now

 —

the summer have gone…

The Nomadic Eagle

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