Hmmm... I detect the possible juxtaposition of concurrent positive spell energy between my whizzyrdly self and a sorceress in the know, that may bring one of my mundanitieverse spell dreams to *fruition*. It's still just a tenuous web in the eythre, but it COULD turn out. I cast a scroll on a gentle breeze in a *hopeful* spirit, perhaps the Good Spirit may shine on this...
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Saturday, March 22, 2003
Wednesday, March 19, 2003
Walking The Razor:
May God as he is bless the children,
His sons and daughters are far from home,
They come in so many colors,
Forgetting they are leaves of one tree,
As we must forget blame,
Grace the innocent with safety,
Grace the dutiful with speed and swift homecoming,
And when the whirling sands all fall,
Grant us all peace and joy of life,
In brotherhood and harmony,
Every step having been correctly placed,
Walking division's razor.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/19/2003
Author's Comments:
We need the light of every soul in prayer in these times.
May God as he is bless the children,
His sons and daughters are far from home,
They come in so many colors,
Forgetting they are leaves of one tree,
As we must forget blame,
Grace the innocent with safety,
Grace the dutiful with speed and swift homecoming,
And when the whirling sands all fall,
Grant us all peace and joy of life,
In brotherhood and harmony,
Every step having been correctly placed,
Walking division's razor.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/19/2003
Author's Comments:
We need the light of every soul in prayer in these times.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
Cocklebur & Rush:
That uniquely all pervasive stickiness,
And it's attendant wave-in-the-breeze plumage,
All wrapped up in honey-gold tones,
A staple of snowless Midwest in Fall and Winter,
In this year of bare ground,
See the snow's blanket is thrown off again,
And the sunlight meets it's Earthly duty,
Exposing the prairie bones left between suburbs,
In small woods and glens and all the creeks' windings,
The secret little friends that hide and dart,
Have known these two for eons,
And I all the years of my life.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/13/2003
Author's Comments:
Just after Summer, just before Spring, and in recent years,
Much of Winter. Tawny IS the official color of the Midwest.
This land is so rich in tones of Earth's own golds.
That uniquely all pervasive stickiness,
And it's attendant wave-in-the-breeze plumage,
All wrapped up in honey-gold tones,
A staple of snowless Midwest in Fall and Winter,
In this year of bare ground,
See the snow's blanket is thrown off again,
And the sunlight meets it's Earthly duty,
Exposing the prairie bones left between suburbs,
In small woods and glens and all the creeks' windings,
The secret little friends that hide and dart,
Have known these two for eons,
And I all the years of my life.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/13/2003
Author's Comments:
Just after Summer, just before Spring, and in recent years,
Much of Winter. Tawny IS the official color of the Midwest.
This land is so rich in tones of Earth's own golds.
Monday, March 17, 2003
Turn It On A Dime:
Take the wheel of that heart you drive,
No one else has the key,
Spin it on a dime,
A complete one-eighty to keep you alive,
Healthy, happy, whole,
Soul deep in the best parts of happiness,
A place only faith can fuel your heart to,
Understand the words you say,
Looking in the mirror at your own eyes,
They hold all the power in your universe,
Your own miracle mile you will drive,
When you love yourself,
By treating yourself to only good,
In words, in thoughts, in deeds,
And the red flashing lights of ill fortune,
Await the first sign of rushing too fast,
To add fuel to telling yourself to fear,
To doubt or expectations you must cry,
Take the wheel of that heart you drive,
No one else has the key,
Spin it on a dime,
A complete one-eighty to keep you alive,
Healthy, happy, whole,
Soul deep in the best parts of happiness,
A place only faith can fuel your heart to,
Understand the words you say,
Looking in the mirror at your own eyes,
They hold all the power in your universe,
For how you bespeak yourself,
If you see yourself so,
How can God do anything,
But follow your choice of roads,
Or see anything different than what you see?
This is the truth of freedom of choice.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/11/2003
Author's Comments:
If you see yourself as good and happy,
so will God. If you see yourself as bad or sad,
so will God. It's all there in what you say to you.
Take the wheel of that heart you drive,
No one else has the key,
Spin it on a dime,
A complete one-eighty to keep you alive,
Healthy, happy, whole,
Soul deep in the best parts of happiness,
A place only faith can fuel your heart to,
Understand the words you say,
Looking in the mirror at your own eyes,
They hold all the power in your universe,
Your own miracle mile you will drive,
When you love yourself,
By treating yourself to only good,
In words, in thoughts, in deeds,
And the red flashing lights of ill fortune,
Await the first sign of rushing too fast,
To add fuel to telling yourself to fear,
To doubt or expectations you must cry,
Take the wheel of that heart you drive,
No one else has the key,
Spin it on a dime,
A complete one-eighty to keep you alive,
Healthy, happy, whole,
Soul deep in the best parts of happiness,
A place only faith can fuel your heart to,
Understand the words you say,
Looking in the mirror at your own eyes,
They hold all the power in your universe,
For how you bespeak yourself,
If you see yourself so,
How can God do anything,
But follow your choice of roads,
Or see anything different than what you see?
This is the truth of freedom of choice.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/11/2003
Author's Comments:
If you see yourself as good and happy,
so will God. If you see yourself as bad or sad,
so will God. It's all there in what you say to you.
The Sun Is Shining Down:
Even on the darkest day,
No matter the black clouds and rain,
Above there is one thing no clouds may change,
The Sun is shining down upon the Earth,
In time these clouds will blow away,
And after the rains must come the light,
Cycle after cycle cold then warm,
Never forget that simple fact,
The Sun is shining down.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/08/2003
Author's Comments:
No troubles last forever.
Even on the darkest day,
No matter the black clouds and rain,
Above there is one thing no clouds may change,
The Sun is shining down upon the Earth,
In time these clouds will blow away,
And after the rains must come the light,
Cycle after cycle cold then warm,
Never forget that simple fact,
The Sun is shining down.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/08/2003
Author's Comments:
No troubles last forever.
Blue Waves On Yellow Sands:
I was contemplating late in the night,
Cross-legged on the beach under the stars,
The day had been all restful soul,
In a place that reaches you wholly under the skin,
The winds blow cool under a powder blue sky,
Gentle clouds catch your eye and dance,
Soft yellow sand cradles the blue waves,
"Huuuush, huuush, huuuush": they whisper loudly,
So long and endless they fall under your mind,
Sea gulls float and glide and search,
Any bit of food or a twig to play with,
Parasols and lawn chairs and distant lone sails,
So when evening falls and they sky turns to pink,
Finally washed in deep red and indigo,
The lights of Chicago across the waves,
The stars straight up at night,
The tall tall grasses rustling in tune,
Wind and wave and sand and stars,
You forget to wonder,
Where,
Why,
How,
You are.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/04/2003
Author's Comments
A very real place I love to be.
I was contemplating late in the night,
Cross-legged on the beach under the stars,
The day had been all restful soul,
In a place that reaches you wholly under the skin,
The winds blow cool under a powder blue sky,
Gentle clouds catch your eye and dance,
Soft yellow sand cradles the blue waves,
"Huuuush, huuush, huuuush": they whisper loudly,
So long and endless they fall under your mind,
Sea gulls float and glide and search,
Any bit of food or a twig to play with,
Parasols and lawn chairs and distant lone sails,
So when evening falls and they sky turns to pink,
Finally washed in deep red and indigo,
The lights of Chicago across the waves,
The stars straight up at night,
The tall tall grasses rustling in tune,
Wind and wave and sand and stars,
You forget to wonder,
Where,
Why,
How,
You are.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/04/2003
Author's Comments
A very real place I love to be.
Time Bombs And Serenades:
That calendar rolled like a tank,
Blew holes in all the "might have beens",
Just like a mushroom cloud omelet,
Fast and furious from fifteen to fifty,
Pale ghosts blew out the door like Grand Central,
And Baby, I just ever wanted you to know,
It's a kiss now or regret later world,
Hey, ain't any hurry but dinner's got cold,
The table's made of plastic since the sucker was set,
But it was formica and chrome when the oven was lit,
I heard Mario Lanza on vinyl catch me quite by surprise,
I had red roses and homemade ravioli in my heart,
I had a violin I was afraid to play under the window,
And the minute you pushed me away,
Damn, how I miss...
The friggin' omelet went off.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/03/2003
Author's Comments:
Time doesn't stop in the same place twice.
Never waste a good "I love you."
(Old missin's.)
That calendar rolled like a tank,
Blew holes in all the "might have beens",
Just like a mushroom cloud omelet,
Fast and furious from fifteen to fifty,
Pale ghosts blew out the door like Grand Central,
And Baby, I just ever wanted you to know,
It's a kiss now or regret later world,
Hey, ain't any hurry but dinner's got cold,
The table's made of plastic since the sucker was set,
But it was formica and chrome when the oven was lit,
I heard Mario Lanza on vinyl catch me quite by surprise,
I had red roses and homemade ravioli in my heart,
I had a violin I was afraid to play under the window,
And the minute you pushed me away,
Damn, how I miss...
The friggin' omelet went off.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/03/2003
Author's Comments:
Time doesn't stop in the same place twice.
Never waste a good "I love you."
(Old missin's.)
Bearcat Seven:
The sky is blue,
All I hear is the rumble,
No clouds to duck under,
Over or around,
Below the water sparkles,
Islands rush by at 400 knots,
And the radio is silent,
I'm low down on the deck,
My partner playing eagle,
Trying to flush bad birds out of the palms,
And suddenly black clouds burst,
Flack on my palm Sunday,
And a leaping Zero makes my heart race,
My eagle is in trouble,
Upon high and screaming in a dive,
I race up from the deck,
Under the Zero's belly,
Pop my tracers on his guts,
Break sharp to portside,
As black smoke billows and debris flames out,
A cartwheel upon the waves,
And he sinks into blue silence,
My wingman waggles and we walk tracers,
Dropping the heat on the pillboxes,
One look at the gauges and we're off,
These thirsty birds begging for the roost,
Eagle and I give it they eye,
A couple of holes in him,
But minor he's going back to the sandbox,
And it's one more day of alive,
For Eagle three and Bearcat seven,
Tires chirp smoke on the tarmac,
The radio's chatter with instructions,
Flagging port and stop on the flightline,
Chief's screamin bloody murder,
"You let 'im wop my bird",
And the WACs are wavin'
Sneaky how peaceful,
Palms and surf can seem,
But you never know what's poppin',
Here in the Philippines.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/25/2003
Author's Comments:
Back when it was up close and
personal comparatively speaking.
The sky is blue,
All I hear is the rumble,
No clouds to duck under,
Over or around,
Below the water sparkles,
Islands rush by at 400 knots,
And the radio is silent,
I'm low down on the deck,
My partner playing eagle,
Trying to flush bad birds out of the palms,
And suddenly black clouds burst,
Flack on my palm Sunday,
And a leaping Zero makes my heart race,
My eagle is in trouble,
Upon high and screaming in a dive,
I race up from the deck,
Under the Zero's belly,
Pop my tracers on his guts,
Break sharp to portside,
As black smoke billows and debris flames out,
A cartwheel upon the waves,
And he sinks into blue silence,
My wingman waggles and we walk tracers,
Dropping the heat on the pillboxes,
One look at the gauges and we're off,
These thirsty birds begging for the roost,
Eagle and I give it they eye,
A couple of holes in him,
But minor he's going back to the sandbox,
And it's one more day of alive,
For Eagle three and Bearcat seven,
Tires chirp smoke on the tarmac,
The radio's chatter with instructions,
Flagging port and stop on the flightline,
Chief's screamin bloody murder,
"You let 'im wop my bird",
And the WACs are wavin'
Sneaky how peaceful,
Palms and surf can seem,
But you never know what's poppin',
Here in the Philippines.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/25/2003
Author's Comments:
Back when it was up close and
personal comparatively speaking.
Fishing The Sea:
The sands were red today,
And they were floating,
Belly up like fish,
Tangled in the weave of wire,
Shredded like fish on dynamite,
A bit here or there...
Seventeen and lied about less,
In their gloriously lost thousands,
I wonder if they all had mustaches,
But the sun will never know,
What the sharks packed away that day,
Thank God the sweethearts and mothers,
Left at home with just paper to see...
In their blackened and burned hundreds,
The legions of Hell walked among them,
Pointing to this or that,
But they were as frustrated as ever,
For they could not stop them,
As the smoke rose from the wells,
Steel rain fell in the trenches...
You see the ghosts at times,
In their silver chairs,
In their parades or on the walls,
And the ones you do not see,
Tucked away behind white walls screaming,
God I wish we could give them all back,
The pieces and souls we asked they leave behind.
Agreement is not universal,
With those who wrote the sending,
But the givers,
Those all we can say to is thank you,
For we know it was duty done,
And just who it was really for...
As far as I can see.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/25/2003
Author's Comments:
Regardless of what I or anyone else thinks of
the morality or justness of war, the soldier on the field
is doing his duty as sworn, no matter the side. This is the lot
of the common man under the thumb...and not where choices
are much granted.
The sands were red today,
And they were floating,
Belly up like fish,
Tangled in the weave of wire,
Shredded like fish on dynamite,
A bit here or there...
Seventeen and lied about less,
In their gloriously lost thousands,
I wonder if they all had mustaches,
But the sun will never know,
What the sharks packed away that day,
Thank God the sweethearts and mothers,
Left at home with just paper to see...
In their blackened and burned hundreds,
The legions of Hell walked among them,
Pointing to this or that,
But they were as frustrated as ever,
For they could not stop them,
As the smoke rose from the wells,
Steel rain fell in the trenches...
You see the ghosts at times,
In their silver chairs,
In their parades or on the walls,
And the ones you do not see,
Tucked away behind white walls screaming,
God I wish we could give them all back,
The pieces and souls we asked they leave behind.
Agreement is not universal,
With those who wrote the sending,
But the givers,
Those all we can say to is thank you,
For we know it was duty done,
And just who it was really for...
As far as I can see.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/25/2003
Author's Comments:
Regardless of what I or anyone else thinks of
the morality or justness of war, the soldier on the field
is doing his duty as sworn, no matter the side. This is the lot
of the common man under the thumb...and not where choices
are much granted.
Thursday, February 27, 2003
While The Sun Is Shining:
I will forget that rain exists,
I will rejoice in a day of peace,
The splendor of light,
The warmth upon my back,
I see the light as our boys all come home,
Joyous and relieved,
For the stars of peace and harmony,
They will shine bright and full,
But I will be here walking,
Amongst the golden trees and grasses,
Looking over the shoreline,
Seeing all the world's ships coming in,
Knowing I will be finally reading happy headlines,
Because the bright serenity of morning,
I have utter faith it shall come.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/27/2003
Author's Comments:
Something to hold close to heart,
For the tone of our hearts creates the tone
of our lives. May you all walk in the sunshine.
I will forget that rain exists,
I will rejoice in a day of peace,
The splendor of light,
The warmth upon my back,
I see the light as our boys all come home,
Joyous and relieved,
For the stars of peace and harmony,
They will shine bright and full,
But I will be here walking,
Amongst the golden trees and grasses,
Looking over the shoreline,
Seeing all the world's ships coming in,
Knowing I will be finally reading happy headlines,
Because the bright serenity of morning,
I have utter faith it shall come.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/27/2003
Author's Comments:
Something to hold close to heart,
For the tone of our hearts creates the tone
of our lives. May you all walk in the sunshine.
A Sea Of Glass:
The white sails were silent and unmoving,
The flag lying draped immobile upon the mast,
The sunset was vast and indelibly warm,
Tears were draped across eyes,
All the decks awash yet not in pain,
Sheer delight and joy our Captain,
The brass under hand held us steady,
As we leaned and watched the stars rise,
The fish of the seas looked down into our eyes,
And the sea of night lovingly swallowed us whole,
A comet fell across the waveless expanse,
And we feared to break the treasure of silence,
Never dipping an oar to follow it away,
Little did we know then of angels,
But they sang our treasures upon the distant reaches,
Those sands of our tomorrow such gentle breezes hold,
And the fragile red wood of our boat,
It held us up to Heaven like babes in arm,
Even as our ship glided silently in from the sea,
Content to see the fires of home,
Our towers of light,
Upon the coming shores.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/27/2003
Author's Comments:
I am looking to find a beautiful place in the heart,
and hold to it like a glowing candle against the
dark night of false fears.
The white sails were silent and unmoving,
The flag lying draped immobile upon the mast,
The sunset was vast and indelibly warm,
Tears were draped across eyes,
All the decks awash yet not in pain,
Sheer delight and joy our Captain,
The brass under hand held us steady,
As we leaned and watched the stars rise,
The fish of the seas looked down into our eyes,
And the sea of night lovingly swallowed us whole,
A comet fell across the waveless expanse,
And we feared to break the treasure of silence,
Never dipping an oar to follow it away,
Little did we know then of angels,
But they sang our treasures upon the distant reaches,
Those sands of our tomorrow such gentle breezes hold,
And the fragile red wood of our boat,
It held us up to Heaven like babes in arm,
Even as our ship glided silently in from the sea,
Content to see the fires of home,
Our towers of light,
Upon the coming shores.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/27/2003
Author's Comments:
I am looking to find a beautiful place in the heart,
and hold to it like a glowing candle against the
dark night of false fears.
Sunday, February 23, 2003
Boundaries Of Pictures:
A heart can be broken to look,
Joy may fly into a face in remembrance,
Cheeks may flush at the cringe,
Reality even seem to bend,
In the magic of artistic illusion,
Time may stop and start like an engine,
Racing into the great beyond,
All these lanes we drive so hard,
Yet you can twist the key 'til breaking,
Shift every lever you find,
But there is no reverse,
Not even the slightest brakes,
And that's what drives you to tears the most,
The universal law of the boundaries of pictures.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/23/2002
Author's Comments:
A life lesson reinforced yesterday.
A heart can be broken to look,
Joy may fly into a face in remembrance,
Cheeks may flush at the cringe,
Reality even seem to bend,
In the magic of artistic illusion,
Time may stop and start like an engine,
Racing into the great beyond,
All these lanes we drive so hard,
Yet you can twist the key 'til breaking,
Shift every lever you find,
But there is no reverse,
Not even the slightest brakes,
And that's what drives you to tears the most,
The universal law of the boundaries of pictures.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/23/2002
Author's Comments:
A life lesson reinforced yesterday.
Tuesday, February 18, 2003
The Light Of Understanding:
Understanding is a small candle,
Hard to find even in a dark room,
Flickering in the breezes that blow through our lives,
And no matter how close or loving,
The hand that tries to light the match,
It so often seems we must find it ourselves,
And when we do it's hard not to look,
For joyous or sad it fills our eyes,
With stinging smoke or sudden glaring light,
How I wish the arms of a hug,
Could turn your head just the right way,
So that you could see.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments;
How many times have we all thought
this when a loved one was hurting?
Understanding is a small candle,
Hard to find even in a dark room,
Flickering in the breezes that blow through our lives,
And no matter how close or loving,
The hand that tries to light the match,
It so often seems we must find it ourselves,
And when we do it's hard not to look,
For joyous or sad it fills our eyes,
With stinging smoke or sudden glaring light,
How I wish the arms of a hug,
Could turn your head just the right way,
So that you could see.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments;
How many times have we all thought
this when a loved one was hurting?
Miracle List:
Sunshine upon golden hair,
Fine wine and wonderful dinners,
Eyes to see my love,
Warmth to hold her,
Plenty of cash to buy her gifts and flowers,
A life of plenty that doesn't come at other's expense,
Sweet music for romantic hours and hours,
Sand and sea and fun,
A beautiful place where we wish to be at home,
Candle light and starshine,
Both of us feeling fulfilled in our purpose of life,
Peace and harmony and happiness,
Safety and happiness for those we love,
Charity and kindness and good works,
Someone nice and inquisitive to teach,
The ability to help others in need,
The opportunity to do so,
This is my list of miracles,
I now claim by divine right,
And thank you God for granting these things,
To all who have the heart to ask you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments:
A prayer, a poem. Many times there is
little difference between them.
Sunshine upon golden hair,
Fine wine and wonderful dinners,
Eyes to see my love,
Warmth to hold her,
Plenty of cash to buy her gifts and flowers,
A life of plenty that doesn't come at other's expense,
Sweet music for romantic hours and hours,
Sand and sea and fun,
A beautiful place where we wish to be at home,
Candle light and starshine,
Both of us feeling fulfilled in our purpose of life,
Peace and harmony and happiness,
Safety and happiness for those we love,
Charity and kindness and good works,
Someone nice and inquisitive to teach,
The ability to help others in need,
The opportunity to do so,
This is my list of miracles,
I now claim by divine right,
And thank you God for granting these things,
To all who have the heart to ask you.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments:
A prayer, a poem. Many times there is
little difference between them.
Freedom Of The Sun:
I want to go back to where my hair was long,
I want to rock on out to a bad guitar,
Bust out in the summer sunshine,
Get my eyes just so full and ride like the wind,
I want to walk under fast jets and smile up,
I want to dance in a concert without a care,
Feel the bass wash my body like an ocean of sound,
Turn on my dreams and bring them out loud,
And all the pieces I miss but cannot say,
Wish I could see them curl up close,
Just get blown away,
Let that guitar come on strong and rock me away.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments:
Listening to some tunes from my high school
years and wishing I could have a vacation back in
that time knowin' all I know.
I want to go back to where my hair was long,
I want to rock on out to a bad guitar,
Bust out in the summer sunshine,
Get my eyes just so full and ride like the wind,
I want to walk under fast jets and smile up,
I want to dance in a concert without a care,
Feel the bass wash my body like an ocean of sound,
Turn on my dreams and bring them out loud,
And all the pieces I miss but cannot say,
Wish I could see them curl up close,
Just get blown away,
Let that guitar come on strong and rock me away.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments:
Listening to some tunes from my high school
years and wishing I could have a vacation back in
that time knowin' all I know.
An Affair Of The Heart:
Day by day,
Note by note,
Our lives play,
Everyone takes it so for granted,
But we've been given the gift,
Incredible and magic and joyous,
Or sad and blue and washed out to sea,
Angry and devastated and blissful,
Every nuance in between,
This gold and platinum of the heart,
Take an ancient and put him in one day of ours,
He'd know instantly what riches I mean,
This gift we expect just like the air we breathe,
We've the richest gift of poetry to music,
This world has ever seen,
Voices that stroke our hearts in all shades,
How do we use it,
How do we choose it,
Take it away for a day,
And you'd see.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments:
I wonder how many people realize how
graced our culture is with access to so many
different forms and styles of music?
It's unprecedented in history.
Day by day,
Note by note,
Our lives play,
Everyone takes it so for granted,
But we've been given the gift,
Incredible and magic and joyous,
Or sad and blue and washed out to sea,
Angry and devastated and blissful,
Every nuance in between,
This gold and platinum of the heart,
Take an ancient and put him in one day of ours,
He'd know instantly what riches I mean,
This gift we expect just like the air we breathe,
We've the richest gift of poetry to music,
This world has ever seen,
Voices that stroke our hearts in all shades,
How do we use it,
How do we choose it,
Take it away for a day,
And you'd see.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2003
Author's Comments:
I wonder how many people realize how
graced our culture is with access to so many
different forms and styles of music?
It's unprecedented in history.
Monday, February 10, 2003
A Hushed New Voice:
Soft,
Husky and feminine,
An evening of gentle pull at the heart,
You can feel the soul in the hearing,
And wander in a tenderly longing atmosphere,
She brings the lights low,
The feeling tremulous and wanting,
The keystrokes and deep vocal reach,
All there in your ear like heart candy,
Reaches into you and calls you away,
Yeah the fire is burning smoky blue,
When Norah sings.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/10/2003
Author's Comments:
I've recently discovered the voice
and style of Norah Jones. It's like
a smooth whiskey blend of blues,
jazz, and lounge that fits perfectly
into a quiet enjoyable night.
norahjones.com
Soft,
Husky and feminine,
An evening of gentle pull at the heart,
You can feel the soul in the hearing,
And wander in a tenderly longing atmosphere,
She brings the lights low,
The feeling tremulous and wanting,
The keystrokes and deep vocal reach,
All there in your ear like heart candy,
Reaches into you and calls you away,
Yeah the fire is burning smoky blue,
When Norah sings.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/10/2003
Author's Comments:
I've recently discovered the voice
and style of Norah Jones. It's like
a smooth whiskey blend of blues,
jazz, and lounge that fits perfectly
into a quiet enjoyable night.
norahjones.com
Sunday, February 02, 2003
When Seven Angels Fall:
You won the sky,
All of you,
You reached for our dreams,
Never giving in,
You flew so high and so far,
And the sky reached out,
Calling you it's own.
Never fear that we shall fail,
To pursue the dream you gave up living for,
We shall miss you,
Give our arms and hearts to those you loved,
As we stand upon the Earth searching to Heaven,
The place where heroes go,
When seven angels fall.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author donated to public domain.
Author's Comments:
It is with great regret and a heavy heart that I
write these pitifully inadequate words in the
aftermath of losing Columbia's crew. These people gave
their lives in pursuit of the best things humanity aspires to.
Via con Dios, go with God, and we shall remember you.
Rick Husband, William McCool, Kalpana Chawla
David Brown, Mike Anderson, Laurel Clark
Ilan Ramon.
Please be aware I do not need or expect any reply. I wish to pay my respects to the individuals that passed and offer my condolences to their friends, colleagues, and most of all families. My heart goes out to you all.
Dan Stafford
You won the sky,
All of you,
You reached for our dreams,
Never giving in,
You flew so high and so far,
And the sky reached out,
Calling you it's own.
Never fear that we shall fail,
To pursue the dream you gave up living for,
We shall miss you,
Give our arms and hearts to those you loved,
As we stand upon the Earth searching to Heaven,
The place where heroes go,
When seven angels fall.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author donated to public domain.
Author's Comments:
It is with great regret and a heavy heart that I
write these pitifully inadequate words in the
aftermath of losing Columbia's crew. These people gave
their lives in pursuit of the best things humanity aspires to.
Via con Dios, go with God, and we shall remember you.
Rick Husband, William McCool, Kalpana Chawla
David Brown, Mike Anderson, Laurel Clark
Ilan Ramon.
Please be aware I do not need or expect any reply. I wish to pay my respects to the individuals that passed and offer my condolences to their friends, colleagues, and most of all families. My heart goes out to you all.
Dan Stafford
Saturday, February 01, 2003
Touch The Earth:
Upon all the cloud-decked dark as blackness stormy sky,
I reached out my hands to touch the wind,
Hair flowing back at the rain pounding my face,
Even with eyes closed I could tell in the moment,
The clouds opened up in five places,
The rays of sunshine carried down,
Voices of angels howled in the cyclone,
And the fingers of God fell upon the Earth,
Bringing warmth amid the tears,
I turned as the wind whipped me,
Opened my raw eyes,
And saw the double rainbow,
Two times the price of the covenant,
In payment for the gift of all these tears.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/01/2003
Author's Comments:
I've seen all the things I describe in person
at different times, except the angels were in my dreams.
Upon all the cloud-decked dark as blackness stormy sky,
I reached out my hands to touch the wind,
Hair flowing back at the rain pounding my face,
Even with eyes closed I could tell in the moment,
The clouds opened up in five places,
The rays of sunshine carried down,
Voices of angels howled in the cyclone,
And the fingers of God fell upon the Earth,
Bringing warmth amid the tears,
I turned as the wind whipped me,
Opened my raw eyes,
And saw the double rainbow,
Two times the price of the covenant,
In payment for the gift of all these tears.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/01/2003
Author's Comments:
I've seen all the things I describe in person
at different times, except the angels were in my dreams.
Tuesday, January 28, 2003
Under The River (of Words)
I wrote the sunshine,
I wrote the blue sky,
I wrote rain,
I wrote snow,
I wrote a grey wall of cloud,
I wrote a warm flowered field,
I wrote the lovers running hand in hand there,
I wrote a child in swaddling clothes,
But I never wrote the end,
I had no idea how hard it would be,
Not to be there when the words came through.
I'm carried in black water where no one can see,
The ghosts walk in and out of me,
Like the wind through an open door,
Only silent angels sitting on clouds can smile.
Every drive by and I feel the pull,
That little place I came from knows me,
The river runs there silent and endless,
It pulls the tears from my hiding eyes,
When no one is looking the green water flows,
Just as the words fall from my blind fingers,
The river whispers of eating the banks,
The delicious bitterness of that change.
Run the maze,
Riddle me this,
When your heart is pulled from your chest,
Lies beating upon the pillow of black silk,
Do they watch to see if you stop before it does,
And do the answers rise in the frozen air,
With each steaming beat?
Please don't feed on anger,
Leave fear it is no more help,
When the ghosts call let them hold your hand,
I will remember,
I will love,
Even if you can't see enough,
Don't hold to Hell on my account,
I'll not look down on you if you fly,
Walk the fires to your own drummer,
Please don't hide your crying eyes,
This time is yours as you need,
And I'll ask no more of your clock,
Than you can bear to give.
I can't see their faces yet,
But the angels are smiling,
I can't hear their whispers yet,
But I can still find these damn blurred wet keys,
Walk under Heaven and say hello for me,
I'm still swimming here,
In all these colors under the river of words.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/27/2003
Author's Comments:
Don't think I don't care, but don't think you can't go,
if or when you need.
I wrote the sunshine,
I wrote the blue sky,
I wrote rain,
I wrote snow,
I wrote a grey wall of cloud,
I wrote a warm flowered field,
I wrote the lovers running hand in hand there,
I wrote a child in swaddling clothes,
But I never wrote the end,
I had no idea how hard it would be,
Not to be there when the words came through.
I'm carried in black water where no one can see,
The ghosts walk in and out of me,
Like the wind through an open door,
Only silent angels sitting on clouds can smile.
Every drive by and I feel the pull,
That little place I came from knows me,
The river runs there silent and endless,
It pulls the tears from my hiding eyes,
When no one is looking the green water flows,
Just as the words fall from my blind fingers,
The river whispers of eating the banks,
The delicious bitterness of that change.
Run the maze,
Riddle me this,
When your heart is pulled from your chest,
Lies beating upon the pillow of black silk,
Do they watch to see if you stop before it does,
And do the answers rise in the frozen air,
With each steaming beat?
Please don't feed on anger,
Leave fear it is no more help,
When the ghosts call let them hold your hand,
I will remember,
I will love,
Even if you can't see enough,
Don't hold to Hell on my account,
I'll not look down on you if you fly,
Walk the fires to your own drummer,
Please don't hide your crying eyes,
This time is yours as you need,
And I'll ask no more of your clock,
Than you can bear to give.
I can't see their faces yet,
But the angels are smiling,
I can't hear their whispers yet,
But I can still find these damn blurred wet keys,
Walk under Heaven and say hello for me,
I'm still swimming here,
In all these colors under the river of words.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/27/2003
Author's Comments:
Don't think I don't care, but don't think you can't go,
if or when you need.
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