House In The Field Of Lonely Dreams — Image by kenne
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Capturing The Moment — This Old House 4 comments
Many lives,
Early Morning Dreams: The Awakening And Starting All Over 4 comments
Early Morning Dreams: The Awakening and Starting All Over — Image by kenne
“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon.
In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.
For nothing is more precious than the life force
and may the love of that force guide you as you go.”
— Patti Smith, Early Work, 1970-1979
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Capturing The Moment — “Lipstick Sunset” 8 comments
“Lipstick Sunset” Image by kenneLipstick Sunset
There’s a lipstick sunset
Smeared across the august sky
There’s a bitter-sweet perfume
Hanging in the fields
The creek is running high
And I left my lover waiting
In the dawn somewhere to wonder why
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset
Well, a radio was playing
And that ol’ summer heat was on the rise
I just had to get away
Before some sad old song
Brought tears to my eyes
And lord I couldn’t tell her
That her love was only killing me
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset
Well it’s pretty as a picture baby
Red and blushing just before the night
Maybe love’s like that for me
Maybe I can only see
As you take away the light
So hold me in the darkness
We can dream about the cool twilight
‘Til the end of the day
I can make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset
Til the end of the day
I can make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset
There will come another day
Then I’ll make my getaway
To a lipstick sunset
— John Hiatt
Rain at Nightfall — Image by kenne
Raining at nightfall
is a red lipstick sunset
followed by storms.
— kenne
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Get The Picture — Revisited 2 comments
Thomas R. Turner — Image by kenne
get the picture
who . . .
you are
is who you become
who you become
is who you are
what . . .
you see
is what you experience
what you experience
is what you see
where . . .
you are
is where you exist
where you exist
is where you are
when . . .
you appreciate
is when you know
when you know
is when you appreciate
how . . .
you think
is how you believe
how you believe
is how you think
get . . .
the picture
you will dream
get the dream
you get the picture
. . . get the picture
— kenne
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My Stardust Memories In Blue 1 comment
Image by kenne
my stardust memories
past,
resisting replay
but for the stardust of yesterday
yesterdays,
imparting time and place
gently massaging forgotten dreams
dreams,
giving clues to
my stardust memories
memories,
fading for now
only reborn to imagination
imagination,
touching the soul
engaging new moments
moments,
experiencing rapture
in the joy of our love
love,
living yesterday’s stardust
the music of today’s legends
legends,
lighting our essence
upon which the future exist
— kenne
(This poem was first penned December 23, 2005 and appeared on my first blog which was stared in November 2005.)
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. . . a continuation from a earlier posting.
Cat In Mountain Cabin Window
(The last three verses.)
She dreams of walking roof lines
In her world of twisted colors
Turning one against the other
Jumping and swatting her muses
Locked in her dark world inside
Outside is her fantasy
Avoiding real world monsters
While sitting in her cabin
Dreaming about green shoes
Hairbrushes and pink ice-cream dishes
Then wishing the world away
Kneeling to dream, dream and pray
(The last verse paraphrases Los Lobos’ “Kiko And The Lavender Moon”)
kenne
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Explore, Dream, Discover 1 comment
Explore, Dream, Discover — Image by kenne
“Every man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds…
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore.
Dream.
Discover.”
– Mark Twain (1835-1910)
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Capturing the Word — A Song of Silence 3 comments
Chris Duarte — Image by kenne
A Song of Silence
Music is
what enables you
in your work,
soothes you
when you rest
reminds you
of images past
of dreams yet fulfilled.
It is not the words,
nor the beat,
nor the instruments,
nor the relationships.
It is the rhythm
of the moments,
composed by the
silence in between.
— kenne
