Rail Surfer...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 14, 2005 at 6:01am

Rail Surfer...

 

He comes into the car with a flashing smile,
Arms outstretched swayin' the track swing,
Thumbs up when he sees your ticket,
Morning sunlight under a Conductor's hat.

The whole train gets a dose of jolly,
He surfs from car to car with a grin,
Maybe the size of Texas somehow,
A soul shedding light with plenty to spare.

Hang ten my rail surfin' friend,
When I punch my ticket I'll remember,
Though that ride is far and whoever rides first,
I can walk below all this concrete chuckling.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/14/2005

Druids In A Modern Age - II:

Post by AquarianM on Apr 14, 2005 at 5:56am

Druids In A Modern Age - II:

 

Visions of ancient trees drive the mind,
Towering brown and green,
Tinges of yellow and red just touch leaves,
Rhythm as ancient as standing stones,
Visual mist breath on crystal white world,
Fade into warm rains and greensward.

We strive to connect through the concrete barriers,
Tarmac footsteps in rubber soles,
Looking at sun and moon and bird,
Trees by the houses but travel food in the cupboards,
Farmers are able to eat of their own dirt,
As long as they can hold it close and live.

Maybe tomorrow when the sun rises,
We'll remember that it's good to eat at home.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/04/2005

Sunset At The Station...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 14, 2005 at 5:58am

Sunset At The Station...

 

Sea gulls are swoopin' and callin',
I don't feel like a bat in the dark today,
Up with the sun and sleeping human.

After more than two years it feels great,
Sharp and alive and no slow wits,
The breeze is warm and the sky near cloudless,
Cars circling awaiting their exit.

People walking off the train in a burst of freedom,
I sit at the streetlight post writing the world,
Hello to its late evening and the sun is golden,
Spilling onto this page sublimely.

Can you see it pouring back out to you,
Making the shadow of my pen dance?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/04/2005

What The Pear Tree Knows...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 18, 2005 at 8:01pm

What The Pear Tree Knows...

 

A week - maybe three,
Stately and proud covered in white flowers,
Tiny with little yellow centers,
They come in mid-Spring,
Each blossom a small universe of beauty,
Gracing the world in its brief season,
Then to fade away yellowed and withered.

They fall into the Earth never repeated,
Though many like them may follow,
Season after season in what to a blossom,
A semblance of eternity must surely be.

So long as the tree is nurtured,
Given clean rain and plenty of sunlight,
The cool of Fall and the cold of Winter,
No poisons in it's soil or air,
The blossoms will come before the leaves,
Season after season they will grow and fall.

Such is life on the Earth.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/18/2005

Whispers of Grace...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 4, 2004 at 8:47am

Whispers of Grace...

I see my universe as filled with joy,
I have faith and vision my needs are met,
All I desire in peace and harmony,
I am given faith and riches as is the Divine plan,
According to the law of spirit,
I see truth before me,
I am the wind,
Free,
Whole,
At peace,
In health,
In joy,
In wisdom,
Loving,
Kind,
Lucky,
Caring,
Intelligent,
Sovereign,
Blessed,
Guided by Divinity,
Intuitively receptive,
Filled with faith,
I stand upon the grace of God,
Claiming the life that is mine by Divine right,
My foundation of harmony and peace is unbreakable,
This is the tree and the root of my life,
That I may fulfill my part in the Divine plan.

© 12/04/2004 by Daniel A. Stafford

Christmas Quartet...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 24, 2004 at 3:52pm

Christmas Quartet...

 

*Note - Lightverse.com has been down closing on two years. The audio should be good, though.*

 

Calling All Snowflakes - 525kb MP3
Audio: www.whizzyrds.com/Calling_All_Snowflakes.mp3
Text:
www.lightverse.com/LightVerseDocLibrary/frmViewDocByID.asp?ID=5793

Snow Down - 932kb MP3
Audio: www.whizzyrds.com/Snow_Down.mp3
Text:
www.lightverse.com/LightVerseDocLibrary/frmViewDocByID.asp?ID=3775

The Electric Elf - 1.9mb MP3
Audio: www.whizzyrds.com/The_Electric_Elf.mp3
Text:
www.lightverse.com/LightVerseDocLibrary/frmViewDocByID.asp?ID=5623

Whissler's Paradise - 4.42mb MP3
Audio: www.whizzyrds.com/Whisslers_Paradise.mp3
Text:
www.lightverse.com/LightVerseDocLibrary/frmViewDocByID.asp?ID=5813

Merry Christmas!

Nightwalker...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 29, 2004 at 12:23pm

Nightwalker...

 

I close my eyes,
Transported in time and space,
Beyond the bounds of reality's rules,
I walk in the fields of dreams,
Close to the time of visions,
Believing something endless,
Awaiting trespassers,
Sprung like spiral steel.

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/29/2004

Jack Rabbit Man...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 14, 2005 at 6:00am

Jack Rabbit Man...

 

Six seventeen means six seventeen,
No matter how many school buses or trucks,
Riding behind a desperate honk,
Pop the cash in the parking machine or tow ya,
Still the horn blows and the wheels clank on time.

Huff and puff and plop in a seat,
People disapproving your breath noise,
Of course they never ran like a child,
"Wait for me, wait for me!!"

Six seventeen means six seventeen my son,
May the Universe bless you with swift feet,
Long legs and great lungs,
The beast of iron waits for no one.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/13/2005

A Soft White Miracle...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 28, 2004 at 2:28pm

A Soft White Miracle...

 

A simple write of slight import some might say,
Just a little tiny miracle upon Christmas Day,
Beautiful lights everywhere, everywhere,
Wonderful dinner and festive decorations,
Songs sweet and of good cheer,
Wishes for all the world to be able to share,
This is the Common Man's dream everywhere,
That we all might stand in peace and harmony and caring.

Outside it was the hush of a dark night upon Christmas Eve,
Stars twinkling bright and pretty in a clear sky,
Chill to near zero and breath rising in the only cloud to sky,
Grass bare all across the land,
The Weatherman said Santa would need wheels this year,
Nor a speck of white expected.

Three days of soft-spoken prayer,
Three days of asking God for just enough,
Three days of asking that it not take from another's due.

Who would answer this Christmas wish,
Weatherman or God?

There was a quarter inch by Christmas morning,
Grass peeking from under the blanket,
Soft flakes falling all day and all Christmas night,
Outside the decorated windows and covering the flat iced pond,
White upon the pine trees and bare oaks,
Millions of tiny flakes like Christmas lights under street lamps.

God spoke softly in 2004 my friends,
We should all just listen.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/28/2004

Author's Comments:
Every word of this is true. There was to be no snow. I prayed for three days. There was snow.

Opalescent Aquamarine...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 9, 2005 at 6:38pm

Opalescent Aquamarine...

A soft color reminiscent of sea foam,
Gilt with gold-flecked froth and warm as summer rain,
Just as cool as perfection while I float in it's effervescent hue.

Vision of smooth pastel translucence...

I would wear it in a jewel or paint it delicately upon my walls,
Here within my heart I swim in it's incredible peaceful beauty,
I feel the Earth's embrace upon seeing that color.

Warm sands of time washed within it...

Like returning to a tidal pool in a primordial time,
This color is the next to embrace the subconscious of the world,
A gentle persistent splash of healing and clear knowledge.

The ultimate color of teeming life...

The color of unconditional love,
Unending yet always quenched thirst to know,
It is my gently rolling spiritual sea.



AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/09/2005

Thrivin' 2005!

Post by AquarianM on Dec 31, 2004 at 4:49pm

Thrivin' 2005!

 

The air is charged with expectation,
Wonder at what might be,
Liquid silver future,
Shimmering...about to take shape.

What vision lands,
It's all in what we see,
Before the clock strikes twelve we reminisce,
Remember all the vanished ones.

As the fateful tick tocks,
The lights go brightly high into the new night,
Cheers and wide open possibility,
Infinite maybe vastly before us.

Let us walk across the threshold of time,
Carrying only visions of joy in our hearts,
As we become what is still to be...

What we choose we will see.

AquarianM

© 12/31/2004 By Daniel A. Stafford

The Great Pumpkin Is Real...

The Great Pumpkin Is Real...

I saw it in plain sight,
It was three hundred pounds,
No joke,
No boast,
The Great Pumpkin landed in our front yard.

Funny thing,
He always had his back to us,
In daylight that is,
Wouldn't show his face,
Not to a single ghoul,
Ghost,
Goblin,
Skeleton,
Vampire,
Nor witch.

No magic was powerful enough,
Not even when the veil was thin,
Not until kissed by the rays of Harvest Moon,
For at night that Great Pumpkin,
He came alive!

I heard his secret late one Halloween night,
Long after children were abed,
Thrashing in candy throes,
Trying desperately to sleep.

"I believe in Linus you see,
I must visit a different pumpkin patch each year,
For some day,
There will be a little boy,
With a blanket and a girl,
It will be up to me to save her faith."

I wish I could believe in the Amazing Linus,
Who could make a toy piano sound like Mozart,
With one thumb still in his mouth.

I hope the Great Pumpkin finds him someday,
Only to save her faith.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/25/2016

Grasshopper Tracks...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 4, 2005 at 2:12am

Grasshopper Tracks...

Hot and sunshine beaten,
The grass is tall over our heads,
Wandering along the rusted rails and timbers,
Grasshoppers bouncing off our ankles step by step.

Sneakers tied tight over tube socks,
Birds were flying over and perching on wires,
I remember the oil-browned poles with blue and white glass insulators,
How the wires could sing at times the birds grew wary.

Garter snakes slithered off into the grass harmless,
Pocket compass and toy binoculars,
What kinds and colors of stones best fill your pockets,
Footpads in bicycle world with un-wound watches.

Wade through the pricker bushes pulling burrs out of socks,
Climbing trees for a lookout or to stare down clouds,
It was a lucky day when the trail ended in watermelon slices on the porch,
And hide 'n seek was the show for the night by lightning bug lights.

July had just started and tomorrow was the lake,
Corn on the cob and hot dogs with lemonade,
Digging up clams from the mud and getting dog-shake splattered,
Grasshoppers bouncing off our ankles step by step.

I wish I could burn THAT in a board with a magnifying glass.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/04/2005

A Single Voice...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 5, 2005 at 4:57pm

A Single Voice...

 

Will there be a sound,
The peal of thunder is just upon the verge,
Lightning flashing all about,
The cracked bell tolling wildly in the gale,
Ghosts swarm the harbor and ride a swift steed,
All about the East headstones twitch and Earth rumbles,
Spinning, spinning so that smoke rises,
Amidst the falling snow,
Shall we hear a single voice?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/05/2005

Words Of Water...

Jan 9, 2005 at 6:40pm

Words Of Water...

It was a black wall moving fast,
Surging upon the beach at 500 miles per hour,
Sweeping like the broom of God,
Amidst all the wailing and cacophonous roar,
Driving it's own wind of change.

I could write a thousand words on each of one hundred fifty thousand deaths.

Instead I write these few words on another current,
That after the blackness swirled back out to sea,
Hundreds and then thousands and then millions gave,
Some going and some sharing,
Incredible need reaches incredible numbers of hearts.

There is a wall in another sea greater than a tsunami.

From deep in the Ocean of Hearts a great wave arises,
Lapping the shores of grief over and over,
Common people and un-common people alike,
Hands and hearts extended amidst a sea of tears,
Is a groundswell of sympathy and kindness and compassion.

Words of water indeed...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/08/2005

Time Of Fire And Gold:

Post by AquarianM on Oct 13, 2004 at 10:09am

Time Of Fire And Gold:

 

Everywhere, everywhere,
The leaves are burning without smoke,
Sun or grey skies the fields glint of gold and harvest,
The land is calling to be taken and I walk the hills and paths in my dreams,
The honking of vast clouds of geese circling whirling over corn,
Blackbirds fill the trees and wires,
The burning bush is rampant and replicated innumerably,
I landed in a field of harvested corn with still neat rows,
Walking in the morning that should be silent,
But the geese are speaking in volumes and I long for open hills,
Free of the concrete burdens of clocks and city,
This is no time of life for lifeless lines and angles,
Give me the wild disarray of red and orange and gold leaves,
The sprawled leaves lying in evidence of harvested corn,
The endless wisps and blankets of grey fall clouds,
Breath on the wind and following the sun and moon,
Haunted nights speak to me of dreams and changing guard,
I am ancient in the fields and reminiscent of fire in stone circles,
Of stealth in the woods and grasses and wielded hoe and scythe,
Of dancing to echoing drums by firelight 'round golden sheaves,
Watched by the blazing yellow of Jack 'O Lantern eyes and such ilk,
Silent in the moment of drawn bow in my mind like Orion in the night,
The world is starting to turn here in earnest,
The world is ablaze,
I am bathed in the time of Fire and Gold.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/13/2004

Author's Comments:
Fall is an incredible gift.

Inscribed In Stone...

Inscribed In Stone...

Words are everything.

Read it again;
Words are everything.

They make us.
They break us.
They echo us to the future,
Long after our dust is eaten by Earth.

When we are stars,
Shining in the depths of night,
Words give voice to our silent light.

See and remember,
See and hear,
If you can read the stars,
Inscribed in stone.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/20/2016

For our stars gone to the sky.

*Side note: We just had to put down our 19-year old cat. He was a very mellow and intelligent guy, and of course a total foodie. Indy, you get a star up there too, old man. 

The Quiet "Why?"

Post by AquarianM on Jan 13, 2005 at 1:18am

The Quiet "Why?"

Don't whisper that, or even hint.
It's no place to shine the sun.

I'm half-believing, half fearing.
Unable to admit to myself that, that...

My world isn't that way, it just isn't.
Everything will be just fine, in time.

Don't whisper that, or even hint.
It's no place to shine the sun.

I'm half-believing, half fearing.
Unable to admit to myself that, that...

I refuse to see the reflection off of tin foil hats.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/13/2005

Celebratory Lights...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 14, 2005 at 2:14am

Celebratory Lights...

In the January darkness cold breath is rising away,
God's house is full of candles tonight,
I'll never stop looking up at them,
Stars up on high crisp and clear,
These celebratory lights,
A season of rest,
Sleeping frost,
Silent.


AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/14/2005

A Majority of Angels...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 13, 2005 at 1:53am

A Majority of Angels...

Wings aren't all they've been cracked up to be,
Some darlings caught between moments whisper softly,
Dear prayers rise up like smoke in the night.

How many hearts really just want everyone and everything to be alright?

The majority of Angels stand between human heartbeats,
Just one second away, just all around you,
Looking out through the carefully-labeled toughness mask.

It's something you have to count with insight.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/13/2005