Summertime

Summertime
Down the streets and lanes,
Birds are singing
Through the prairies and planes.
Good times back bringing,
Now the winter is gone
And frosty snow and ice.
Bring back the sun
With bluish summer skies,
Breath of spring is divine -
That sweet breezing melody,
Smoothly to realign
Carefree life and easy.
There's nothing to worry about,
Only the morning new;
When night and dark fades out,
For joyful things to do.

All or Nothing at All

All or nothing at all,
Is all I make of this;
Take a stand or a fall,
Into a future kind of bliss.
Or rather have nothing,
Appeal to your heart;
What wrong or right will bring,
From very first start.

Come find or be lost,
From the things you seek;
Dices have been tossed,
For earth and its mystique.
Make your heart grow,
With a touch and a spell;
All the future it will show,
What the world can't foretell.

Would you be caught under,
Where love is between?
Our own feeling are asunder,
Like the deep aquamarine.
Have we lost each other,
In the ocean of our past?
There is no future's resolver,
Where fortunes are amassed.

New Day Has Come

New day has come bright and clear,
With lonely hearts away to steer;
For everything must go on and on,
Though yesterdays are now all gone.

In the skies of the lonely ways,
Where colors meet the bluish grays;
All things have become space between,
Forgotten and never again to be seen.

Now again as new summer shows,
Blooms in fields approach and grows;
We must give strength to our own heart,
So all good things will surely start.

Wherever your dreams now all are,
And what has been done insofar;
We must believe in the better days,
That soon will come and still amaze.

New day has come bright and clear,
With lonely hearts away to steer;
For everything must go on and on,
Though yesterdays are now all gone.

The day has come bright and young,
To open doors of fresh high-strung;
To give us more feelings inside,
That from the dark winter would hide.

New day has come ...

Special Things

Reflections, shadows and echoes,
A luminous coal of winter's dark;
Now gone into dawn's new glows,
Its cold blue and frosty spark.
The fixed and empty even sky,
In horizon of yellow and red;
Into the time's of gone echoes fly,
With flowers of colors instead.

The open spring day flashes out,
With the illuminate of special things;
The new all around in a runabout,
This early of happy awakenings.
Floodgates of the open ageless,
Windmills of sounds and bell;s
All what comes with morning fresh,
And darkness of winter dispels.

Reflections of day in spring's night,
When dark meets the early hours;
Roses of colors that come with light,
In fragrance and beauty of flowers.
The horizon of darkness bonfire,
Turning to yellow unleavened clean;
Hours of old that gave strong desire,
Of summer's evenings yet to be seen.

Bend And Break

You are in the light,
When in the morn you wake;
Lost your dream's flight,
In the new daybreak.
Don't you suffocate,
When you meet reality;
Simple means and complicate,
From the mere absurdity.

You are on the go,
With the morning bright;
Going to and fro,
Till you make things right.
Meetings on the other side,
Will have to wait again;
You need to set astride,
What reality might enchain.

This old world has its look,
Waiting for a new life;
You might bend its hook,
If you work and strife.
Meet again the morning,
When you wake up fresh;
Longings from night yearning,
Will be faced with less.

In The Huge Blue

In the huge blue,
Are my wandering ways;
What is true and untrue,
Through the inter ray plays.
On to the clouds softly,
It never will stay;
The air full and lofty,
- Day after day.

Nothing is staying,
It's all eternally gone;
With your mind playing,
Till it's clear and done.
The vultures' banquet,
In a garden with looks;
To the mind agglutinate,
Until it - to it hooks.

Into new spring's call,
Alleys of living flesh;
The stranded districts befall,
For the new and the fresh.
Turning dusty dawn rips,
Dissolution of their faces;
Desiring coming apocalypse,
Beginning new abolishes.

A Word is a Yes and Sometimes No

A word is a yes and sometimes no,
The fluttering unfinished page;
A time between the lines and a go,
The air of nothing and rage.
The whirlwind of appearances,
The trees of names and body;
Among the lines and acceptances,
The spirit and the cleft of gaudy.

Footsteps into the next room,
Will lead a way to no return;
The feelings that will become doom,
As the ways to flesh adjourn.
Among the words that on show,
Like the leaves between the white;
Or the day that in silence grow,
When distances have more appetite.

A word is a yes and sometimes no,
Though full of life in giving birth;
To all the hours that onward flow,
And you in your thoughts think of worth.
Unreal speech in keeping still,
The strands of language real - unreal;
Before it evaporates to fulfill,
Each of its dark corner and bastille.