At The Beach

i spread this green
towel and lay my whole
body under the sun

i close my eyes and
feel the warmth

the sea breeze
blows away the
fears and
boredom

i hear the sounds of
children playing ball
on the left

i sleep.

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Song Called Children

Children playing in a park with a ball, teddy bears,and dolls if you watch them
Very close then you see theres a love for all dancing through the light music
Only they can hear they can close their eyes knowing theres nothing to fear
They cant see a thing whistle through the trees cos they are still children
They are still children
Now their time has come and gone they are grown all to soon it seems children
In their land and dreams dancing through the light music that only they can
Hear they can close their eyes and know theres nothing to fear I wish that
Time stood still so they would never feel the pain of not being children I wish
That time stood still so they would never feel I wish that time stood still

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Before I Close my Eyes

Before I close my eyes to sleep the last sound I must hear is your voice saying I love you.
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last thing my lips must press up against is yours.
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last thing my eyes must gaze upon in yours.
Before I close my eyes to sleep the last touch I must feel is the warmth of your embrace.
I must do all these things before I close my eyes every night because tomorrow is not promise, and if tonight should be my last night I want it to end with you.

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Chant

the lotus chant
i hear this morning as i listen
attentively i feel like all hands
are massaging my whole body
i close my eyes
and feel the piano keys
running among themselves
producing the
monotonous sounds of
sleep

this morning you hear
it differently
sounding like some frogs
in the rain
you love it more like it

you see
we feel differently
like night and day.

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Goodnight

Goodnight
It’s time for you to close your eyes
And release your load
You don’t have to try hard to sleep
No, you can’t force your body
Just relax and close your eyes
You may wander, you may remember
About what happen today, yesterday and tomorrow
About what you feel, the utmost joy and the unwanted memories
Just close your eyes and let the time pass by
You have all night long for you
Don’t think about to sleep or try to exhaust yourself
Just close your eyes and don’t hurry yourself to sleep
It will come by itself unknown
And suddenly it will be morning
And you’ll regret not to sleep as much as you want
But for now, once again just close your eyes
Wherever you are, in what bed you are, whoever you are
Goodnight

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Earthcrosser

Sleep little flea
Little boy ? me?
A freak
Am I clean?
([background whisper] sleep)
I feel like men
(sleep little flea)
I feel like boys
(little boy me)
I think Im peeling
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Disconnected
I am unattached
Unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
Blurry vision
Oh...
Oh...
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Too pale, too sick
Too scrawny
But Ill sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
Not yours...
Its 2 am
And its quiet again
Wheres my lip gloss?
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd

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Friends & friendships

As gently as the breeze,
You touch my everyday.
Your closeness comforts me,
Fills colors in a world that's gray.

You bring warmth,
With your words of care.
Which make me feel precious,
More than I hope to dare.

Even after you have left,
In my ears, your laughter resounds.
Listening to which, even today,
My joy knows no bounds.

I still see your twinkling eyes
Who promise me life's fun.
When you are in my thoughts,
Life seems a dream run.

When I am low,
You become the breeze.
Lift my spirits,
Make my worries freeze.

When I feel left out,
All alone in the cold.
You become the glowing warmth
That embraces me in its folds.

I don't know where I would have been,
Had you not been there to protect me from the unseen.

I will sacrifice my sleep,
To await your call.
And miss you every time,
I see the rain fall.

I will pray for you,
Every night before I sleep.
And selfishly add a wish,
To see you in my dreams till the alarm beep.

I will miss you from the moment,
I open my eyes.
And continue to do that
Till my heart dies.

On this friendship's day,
I want to say,
I love you very much.
Your presence makes my day.

All the friends in the world,
Remind me of you.
No matter how many times I have said it before
I will still say - I love you.

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When I Close my Eyes

When I close my eyes,
I can see my country,
Shining in the light, bright.
When I close my eyes.

When I close my eyes,
I see the trees,
Green against the skyline.
When I close my eyes.

When I close my eyes,
I see stars shining cross,
The wide beyond.
When I close my eyes.

When I close my eyes,
I see the sunset behind your hair,
Halo shining in the air.
When I close my eyes.

When I close my eyes,
I hear the ocean waves,
Crashing on the shore.
When I close my eyes.

When I close my eyes,
I see the moon glistening,
Through your eyes.
When I close my eyes.

© 2012

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Pity...

I have only pity for my
poodle name Pretpret
(ditty for Pretty)

It is always following me
wherever i go
and sit beside my feet
so i can feel the warmth
of its belly


It is expecting me to go
for a walk this morning
and it will be beside me
guarding

But i am not taking my walk
today

I still have to organize my thoughts
and write some poems

I pity the sun
Now it is shining without me

I pity the paths
for it is empty without me

I pity the grass
they spread their beautiful green
without me

Don't you understand what pity means?

Oh, it happens
when we are not with them
because we prefer to be with words
juggling with the letters
playing with the sounds of syllables...

Now, i am going out
What pity does i feel for all the words?

I must pity the study room
for it is now empty

I must pity the books
they are now closed

I must pity the stairs
missing the sounds of my footsteps

and so on and so forth

feel it
the world is such a pitiful emptiness
without us

we can be noise and disturbance
sometimes
but the world knows
we are important
for without us
the world is nothing too
but God's useless
creation....

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Lonely:

Lonely,
So, so lonely,
I feel like that flower I seen today,
It was in a yard surrounded by nothing but weeds and grass, none of his flower friends were out with him swaying along with him in the breeze,
So he was swaying all alone in the breeze.

Lonely,
Lonely,
So, so lonely,
Along with the loneliness, comes along boredom,
To make me feel even worse,
Great!
Fabulous!

My boredom is growing old,
So, so old,
I am about to scream,
So as not to be board anymore,
Who is with me?
On this road of pure boredom?

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Windy night

The wind blows tonight
My lover has been and gone
The warmth he gave me
Still deep inside

The wind blows tonight
I hear the different sounds it makes
As i make love
As i kiss
As i come
With such force
I am swept away

Away to the place
That only you can take me
Your touch melts my skin
And soothes my soul
I receive your tenderness
As the wind blows
Through airpockets
Whipping sounds
As you thrust into me

What are you thinking
As you make love to me?
You are so silent
But your kisses say much
Your body responds to my touch
I moan as i watch your pupils dilate
The wind blows hard tonight

Bathing with you
As the wind blew outside
I allowed you to see me
I did not run
I did not hide
I was present
I let go of memories
As i breathed
I was with you
What did you see?
As i looked into your eyes
And felt the water swirling around my back
What did you feel?
As i washed
Your back your belly your cock
As the wind blew outside

Tonight i feel many emotions
Wild restless
Yet deep within
There is a contentment
A knowing
That i am loved
The wind blows outside
But i am warm
Change is coming
Spring whispers to me
And promises many beautiful moments
My lover nibbbling my ear
Kissing my neck
Licking me until i come

I want to give myself
I want to merge
And abandon single life
To be with you
But its not time
For me or for you

The wind blows tonight
I ask that it takes all the misery
I have felt in my life
And transforms it
Allowing new reflections

I see a new image of myself
A gentle me
Passionate
Tender
Soft
Yielding
Dangerously feminine
No anger in this mirror image
Or competitiveness
No jealousy
Or insecurity
No rage
I see
A woman
At the beginning
Of something wonderful

The wind blows tonight
And i am released
Of all that has been
And all that has not
And all that is yet to be.

16th august 2006

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Earhtcrosser

Sleep little flea
Little boy
Me a freak
Am I clean?
I feel like men
I feel like boys
I think Im peeling the ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Im disconnected
I am unattached
An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
And the ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Too pale
Too sick
Too scrawny
But Ill sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
Its two a.m. and its quiet again
Wheres my lip gloss?

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I can’t sleep!

My body’s tired, my minds’ racing

My eyes hurt, my hearts’ pacing

I can’t sleep

When I close my eyes, I see us talking

And reach out, to feel … the tangible warmth

Of an embrace, and grasp blindly, cold air

I can’t sleep


Wandering around in a wakeful slumber

Unfamiliar milestones, wordless conversations

In a language I don’t know, but seem to understand

I can’t sleep


Entered a new forest that I didn’t know existed

Perched atop a mountain

It’s a steep climb, but a joyful ascent

I can’t sleep


I cry no more, my soul weeps

I laugh aloud at my agony

The irony doesn’t escape me

My soul’s awake, and I can’t sleep!

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The Bowl and The Spoon

i hear the sound of humanity's voices,
the sound of suffering and need.
i smell the fear, and i feel the anger,
of those left alone, the victims of greed.
i feel the hate of the guns and the bombing,
the terror of women and children.
i cry the tears and shed blood with them,
i hear the prayers of the dead for the living.
i feel the hunger of children left starving,
i am the anger of the unemployed in line.
i breathe the despair of those left homeless,
i am the hope of those looking for a sign.
i am the body that somehow god needed,
i am the ears the lonely pray for.
i am the eyes that see through the heart,
the prisoner walking through the last door.
i hear the sound of the baby crying,
i feel the mother walking across the room.
i am the father praying for work,
i am the bowl and i am the spoon.

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From The Moment

from the moment
you open your eyes
until the moment
you close your eyes

your children
are constantly
under your feet

always next to you
seeking you out
your presence touch

when they sleep
they want to be
always next to you

during a nap by day
long hours sleep by night
from the womb time

these are your babies
your little children
little minds personalities

like brood chicks
to mother hen
under your wing

they seek comfort
warmth security
love protection food

this love this bond
this motherhood
this is a gift divine
this blessing children

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I Hear Your Name

(j.p. maunick/g. harvey)
Its been a year today
Baby, since you came into my life
Feels just like yesterday
That we both stood beneath the open sky
Playing like children in the rain
As though we had known our destiny
Nothin would every be the same
I guess I knew you were the one for me
Chorus:
I hear your name (I hear your name)
Suddenly the world is standin still
I hear your name (I hear your name)
And I start dreamin of makin love
I hear your name (I hear your name)
Bringin on a rush of ecstasy
I hear your name
And I feel like makin love to you
Weve come such a long way
A travellers road, no lookin back
Heres where I want to stay
Safe in your arms feelin body & soul
When youre not here I long to feel
The lovin warmth of your embrace
Mssin you madly night and day
Longin to see you face to face
Chorus
There is no use in tryin to hide
The way that I feel
Life is so clear with you on my mind
I know for sure i'm not mislead
And baby, I love everything that you do
For me
Chorus
Feel like makin makin love
I feel like makin love
cos I feel like makin makin love
I feel like makin love

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Outside331’sSleep

Don’t open your eyes yet not until I explain last night I went to bed with Sleep last night I fell for Sleep last night Sleep unclothed me left me naked in a room painted black I couldn’t see Sleep because Sleep was dark too and the room was black and the foreground blended in with the background I couldn’t tell what was far and what was close I became frustrated because Sleep was either hiding inside the room or the room was hiding behind Sleep neither were being fair to my eyes who wanted to play hide and go Sleep I hide inside the room and Sleep seeks I said where are you Sleep I can’t see you my eyes can’t find you Sleep I said I wanted to fall inside you brought me into this black room and I am trying to wrap myself around you won’t you come inside of me you won’t stage scenes in my eyes created with color everything is black one long stretch Sleep are you moving and I can’t see you or are you standing still and I can’t feel you are here Sleep you are silent Sleep I feel alone Sleep I want you to be inside me if you take me to a black room and make me go to bed are your eyes open I can’t see you did you leave is Sleep here Sleep am I inside you explain Sleep explain did you open your eyes Sleep are my eyes open Sleep are you outside me Sleep you took me to bed and left me Sleep I can’t open my eyes until you are back inside me I can’t see Sleep when you’re not inside me open your eyes Sleep do you see me inside you explain last night am I still inside Sleep?

(12-13-07)

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To Greet, Meet And To Brag

My eyes never left the ball.
Afterall...
I became disciplined to keep my focus on it.
And when I joined on the field with others,
Who made claims they came with aims to play...
In a way to prove with me they could complete.
My eyes never left the ball to reach.

My eyes never left the ball not at all.
And when it was thrown in the air others stared.
But my eyes were right there to catch it...
To run with it and score a goal.
I came on the field prepared to win.
Not to say I just came to play.
Like others who came just to huddle.

My eyes never left the ball. afterall...
I did not come to greet, meet nor to brag,
With embellished exaggerations...
Of what I could do or had done in my past.
My eyes never left the ball...they couldn't.
And I was there on the field to win not pretend,
I came just to play to socialize and go away.

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Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves, in the trees
Falling to the ground
Colors of many, in the breeze
Of red and orange and brown.
Rainbow parks in the dark
Moonlight shimmers down
On the leaves, from the trees
Falling to the ground.
Lovers walk, hear them talk
To where Children played
See the beauty, and feel the warmth
From where nature stayed.
Barren trees, forgotten leaves
Another year gone by
All alone from a breeze
As the lovers softly cry.
Autumn leaves from the trees
Lying, on the ground
See the beauty, feel the warmth
And hear, autumns sound.


Randy L. McClave

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A Wind From... Elsewhere

The wind blows here... the wind blows there
The wind seems to blow from... everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair...
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! Can you see its graceful fingers... playing in your hair?
Nay! You cannot see the wind... e'en though you know it's there.
It's flitting... it's flirting... it's prancing everywhere
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE! It blows unexpectedly... with a gentle breeze... it blows...
The Great Hand of Miracles... brings it... then it goes
To greet the early morning sun... to dance to and fro
From the highest, loftiest mountain heights... to valleys... far below. 'Who is He that sitteth upon the circle of the earth...
Who gathereth the winds in his fists—Who maketh a wind to pass over...
Thou hearest the sound thereof...
But canst not tell whence it cometh... and wither it goeth.' The wind blows here... the wind blows there...
The wind seems to blow... from everywhere.
But the wind I love... when it blows... blows fair—
This wind... when it blows... blows from... ELSEWHERE!

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Busy...

you body clock
does not tell time,

busy body, slimy fingers,
trembling hands,
wrecking nerves
fast tracking heart,

exploding ideas
killing boredom

it's been this way
since

nothing is written
the spirit is away

the body is left here
comatose

dreams like butterflies
hovering on some red flowers

heartless sounds of
discontent

fingers dissociated from hands
the eyes are closing

like closed computers
at 8 o'clock in the morning

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