Welcom To

Welcom To
By AquarianM

Thursday, November 30, 2017

The Letter Army...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 19, 2011 at 1:48am

The Letter Army...

They come upon you in the night thousands strong,
Running you over with swords of phrase and euphemisms of glory,
Wild tempest of thought scattered like bodies all about,
The only thing left in the morning cloaked in mystic glory,
But ok,
What a mad night it's been.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #11 
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Big Hair...

Big Hair...

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Farrah was on my wall,
It started then and there!

Girls super cute with all that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Disco on the dance floor,
Shake out all that lovely,
Big hair!

Tease me with your tresses,
Big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Magic curling irons and blow dryers,
Big hair!
All over the movies hot n' sweet with,
Big hair!

Back to the future with her,
Big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Baby, baby, baby,
Rockin in the 80's,
Rock that big hair!

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/30/2017


Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Cat...Atonic...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 18, 2011 at 2:27am

Cat...Atonic...

Feline friends run in your dreams,
As always - independent,
Willful yet ignorant,
You try to coax them away from where the nightmares live,
But they're frisky and lure you closer,
To the point where sweat and worry wake you...

...and there the hungry little things are,
Staring at you.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/14/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #10. 
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Coming Up Hot...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 22, 2011 at 10:31pm

Coming Up Hot...

Love is a drug,
But there's never enough...of you,
Of you,
In my nights,
In my sleep,
I'm coming up hot,
To breathe,
You in,
Like a line again,
Love is a drug,
But there's never enough...of you,
Of you...to breathe.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #12
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, November 27, 2017

This River I Run...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 24, 2011 at 11:13pm

This River I Run...

There's a place I come from,
That little Midwestern town by the river,
I can never escape it's call,
No matter how far I go,
Trees green,
Water near the same,
Limestone and dams,
The festivals of summer,
A glimpse of peace crosses my face as afternoon sunshine,
As the boat cruises down the Rock,
I feel at home,
Where I know in my bones,
This place has never left my blood,
In spite of pains,
In spite of travels,
In spite of gains,
This river I run is at the root of me,
These banks hallowed ground,
My childhood screams it's name,
My family's fate has long been surrounded by it,
The seeming languid waters deceptive in their power,
My grandmother and grandfather,
Mother and father,
Brothers, sisters,
Cousins, aunts, uncles,
Near all have watched this water run by,
And timeless times I remember,
As lives flow slowly by,
Their seeming languid pace deceptive in their power,
And I thank God for moments most would call me fool for,
To cherish this small, unknown, struggling town,
This place so often ridiculed,
But as they often say here,
Beloit Wisconsin calls you,
One can leave,
But in some fashion,
Everyone winds up coming back,
Even if just in memory of times loved or hated.
Happy as I am,
I miss the river I run.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/16/2001

Author's Comments


This was driven home to me yesterday. I returned for the annual Riverfest, a small-town affair. My wife and I were out on my brother's boat with him and his wife, and even as my wife shudders at the smallness of this place, my sense of home screams at me in every familiar sight. Places where I cut my foot running as a barefoot child, the spot where my Noni & Nono lie in eternal slumber, where my brothers & father still call home. Places where summer was God's greatest gift and spring a blessed miracle. Yes, it's small there, but in some ways, I just can never leave.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Sparks And Bits...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 25, 2011 at 6:56pm

Sparks And Bits...

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Everybody loves their sparks and bits!

Sparks will fly and bits will flow,
Off through the Ethernets they will go,
Where they stop no one knows,
Well,
Maybe.

Gremlins eat crackers,
Funny friends of Black-hat Hackers,
Code snakes and worms,
Trojan server farms,
Growing incredible Zombie swarms.

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Everyone loves their sparks and bits!

Shiny phones and laptop homes,
E-readers and tablet tomes,
We eat it all,
From a big screen on the wall,
Jello mind pudding,
With psyops topping,
Where it leads us is there any stopping?

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Everyone loves their sparks and bits!

I threw on my coat,
Went off to vote,
Maybe send the Future a sweet love note,
But the transmission was garbled,
By the touch-screen I marveled,
An ocean of Blue and Red,
It was all in my head,
Some wizard of Wall Street,
Votes in my stead,
Electronic proxy,
Sells water full of mercury,
Radium and lead.

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Come swallow the working class,
Sparks and bits.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/25/2011

#evotingsux - twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23evotingsux
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Utopia...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 2, 2011 at 6:13am

Utopia...

Speaking of dreams,
How is the world holding up,
On the shoulders of the "strong and mighty?"

Do you sing and dance all day,
Walking on rainbows and eating cotton candy,
Or sit on a golden throne?

Call out the cannons...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/02/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #13
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, November 24, 2017

The Dredgeman...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 13, 2011 at 11:32pm

The Dredgeman...

Out in the unmapped reaches,
Old places where no one longer goes,
Or knows,
Somewhere with forgotten secrets,
Sad things once whispered,
Now silent cold,
Something like a hard coffee-stained table,
Washed out to sea afloat,
Salt water does the fading,
Not sure if there's a shadow of a circle,
A dim idea you can barely hold,
Desperately-gathered driftwood,
Sitting in a quiet left-handed corner of Heaven,
Once-dreamed of,
A weak anchor for lost souls,
Sun setting slow,
In skies of magenta,
Gold,
Velvet rose,
Treasure map you can't any longer read,
Or hold,
On the wind,
I'm told.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/08/2011

Inspired by a minor character in Karen Russell's book, Swamplandia: www.amazon.com/Swamplandia-Karen-Russell/dp/0307263991

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Re-Greased Lightning...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 21, 2011 at 2:18am

Re-Greased Lightning...



Thirty-six years of rust,
Some fool's idea of "repainting" half-baked,
Scars of minor neglect,
All fleeing a moment-at-a-time,
Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing,
Grade 0000 steel wool and leather gloves,
Hours and hours,
Tweak with metal polish and old rags,
New bearings and reflectors,
Chrome generator lights ordered and shipping,
Water bottle mount now mounted,
Maybe REAL new paint this Winter,
But this Summer I'm gonna go,
Greased lightning and a bolt of blue,
Thirteen inside on the bike I couldn't quite afford,
Back in the days of delivering newspapers and saving dimes,
Got my 1975 Connie for fifty bucks,
Put a couple hundred and some man hours in,
Just to be a delighted child once more,
Racing the wind,
Hearing Freddy Mercury in my head.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/21/2011 Photography and poetry

Author's Note:
I'm restoring my 1975 Schwinn Continental a bit at a time. The project blog is at: 1975continental.blogspot.com .

Queen - "Bicycle Race" - the uncensored original version : youtu.be/68Ze1ZcqnO0

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Poetry Garage...

Post by AquarianM on May 12, 2011 at 10:33pm

The Poetry Garage...



Ain't this just amazin'?

I park in a place for six or seven years,
That long it takes to pull in my energy,
A whim or a will or universal magic,
Dead classics come to life,
I wish it were some living wordsmiths,
But poetry of any kind beats bare tile walls,
And this makes me wonder if I can get a hundred poets,
To read from the tenth floor roof,
Raise this whole thing to another level,
Give it a dose of the living word.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/10/2011

Author's note:

All this just appeared in my parking ramp by work last week. Fascinating.

whizzyrds.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-garage-new-theme-for-downtown.html
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Chocolate Wars...

Post by AquarianM on May 17, 2011 at 1:30am

The Chocolate Wars...


Chocolate Ninja


Chocolate Dragon

In a forked battle at Kung Pao,
Dark and drizzled was the day,
Fierce and furious with magic and heat flying about,
Mysteries that will never be solved,
Only sung about for ages and generations.

Hu Chia' Shinzo the Ninja Lord,
Fought the Terror of the Chokore-to Mountains,
The dark Dragon Shokora,
For fourteen days and nights.

There was steam and heat,
Cracked and split stones flew about,
As they battled on mountain tops,
Stalked each other in cloud valleys,
Raced upon the rustling branches of trees,
Swam between schools of mountain stream fish,
Neither staunch opponent was able to get the upper hand.

In the end, they held truce,
And the Lord invited the weary Dragon for dinner,
Which they held with ceremony and in splendor,
Under a softly glowing paper Moon.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/17/2011

Author's note:

The two images above have an interesting origin. If you've ever heard of the Turkish custom of reading the grounds of Turkish (exactly like Greek) coffee, you'll be able to appreciate this. (For those unfamiliar with the method, the reader sees images in the grounds, like an ink-blot test, then interprets them.) These came from my attempt to read the remains of a chocolate fondue dessert my wife and I had on Sunday evening. The Ninja Lord was her plate, the Dragon was mine. These are un-retouched phone camera shots of the two plates.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, November 20, 2017

Where Love Belongs…

Post by AquarianM on May 19, 2011 at 1:26am

Where Love Belongs…
Never wanted to be in a place that’s all alone,
Cold as stone,
Completely gone wrong.

Always wonder at the thought of getting tough,
It’s like giving up,
Deadly stuff,
Is it awful enough,
Just call the bluff.

“Beautiful danger” they think of love,
Because they don’t do it enough,
Love that is,
Sharing bliss,
Being this,
For everyone there is.

Don’t talk about masters and teachers you don’t know,
If you’re not willing,
To abandon the stone cold,
Leave the places where fear and anger grow.

Life is too short to make it more tough,
For anyone,
Anywhere,
All you need is love.

“Beautiful danger” they think of love,
Because they don’t do it enough,
Love that is,
Sharing bliss,
Being this,
For everyone there is.

There’s a world waiting inside our hearts,
That’s where it starts,
Where love belongs,
Before and after songs,
Healing wrongs.

It’s the only way we’ll all ever win,
Just let it in,
Put hurt to end,
Not for pretend.

“Beautiful danger” they think of love,
Because they don’t do it enough,
Love that is,
Sharing bliss,
Being this,
For everyone there is.

And the truth be known,
This is the only way home,
Where love belongs.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/17/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 19, 2017

In The Tumble...

Post by AquarianM on May 24, 2011 at 3:33am

In The Tumble...

That soft wet place where water meets sand,
The place where rocks and jagged glass are chipped and polished,
Turned to grains of sand and pretty beach glass,
Constant jumble of soft roar becomes a backdrop to everything.

Life is lived always in the tumble,
Ebb and flow and power you can hear and feel in your bones,
Even if the sound is so pervasive as to fade from hearing,
We become softened around the edges,
Ground down to the tiniest bits,
Scoured into pretty bits of tumbled wisdom.

Sometimes the sun is clear and bright and hot in our skies,
Other days cool metallic grey with clouds of chill,
Marked by fantastic or forlorn sunrises and sets,
Still the surf relentlessly jumbles us,
Never stopping even for a moment.

Be it lake or sea we all seem to be washed away,
A false notion of those who can't see,
For we're always here,
The grains of sand underfoot,
As each newborn walks with held-hand,
Wide-eyed down the beach.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/24/2011


Miller Beach, Indiana, Lake Michigan at sunset.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Devil's Anthem...(Mature Content)

Post by AquarianM on Jun 2, 2011 at 11:03pm

The Devil's Anthem...

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

Gettin' hard but you're old,
Feelin' a bit too paunchy,
Think the approach would be too raunchy?

No big deal,
'Cause we're cummin' for ya,
Got the bad 3-D for your tit-elation,
Just check our station,
You man the tentacles,
We got brand new spectacles,
We promise they're over eighteen,
Before they scream on your screen,
Hottest young stars are the brightest,
Maybe the tightest,
To make you dream,
Like flying cream.

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

We can make anything blow up,
Make you feel tough,
Gotcha ta like it rough,
Even hooked you,
On the morals of screw you,
Something we'll always do,
Make it feel nice,
For the right price,
Never mind the scum,
Helping your heart be numb,
Who cares anyway,
When you see it every day,
Every minute,
Just like you're in it,
Give it your best shot,
Because you're really not,
Keep your gun hot,
Viagra and cialis,
To make you hard and callous,
But you ain't got near the dough,
To touch that sparklin' ho,
So...

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

Politics don't matter,
People just scatter,
We'll suck you in,
Blow you and your mind until we win,
Everybody likes 'em thin,
So eat this and take a stab,
It's the latest from our lab,
If it gives you a belly roll,
Don't worry you can go,
Watch the meat on our next show,
So you don't have to roam,
From the wonderland in your own home.

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

If you figure out you've been a rube,
Your whole life by the tube,
Decide to share a peek,
Have the nerve to speak,
We know just what to do,
We'll up and come 4U2,
Give you Cuban school,
Make you the next fool,
Tell you you're no longer suburban,
Or even urban,
That's your turban,
Tell everyone we saw you wear it,
You'll just help us scare it,
The whole world my friend,
So in 2012 it's gonna end,
Maybe global warming storming,
Or comet Elenin,
Check us at seven.

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

Good God, y'all, what is it good for? But that's another song.
Welcome to the great land of capitalism and anointed saints.
The land of hypocrisy and hip-o-crises.
Tenderness is not a virtue,
Nor will empathy pull you up the pecker order.
Loving hearts are the true "underground,"
In the land ruled by the noses on the street of walls.

My Poppa gave me a funny name,
It's a cryin' shame.

Signed Yours Untruly,

Scarlett Angel Tan.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/29/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, November 17, 2017

This River I Run...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 24, 2011 at 11:13pm

This River I Run...

There's a place I come from,
That little Midwestern town by the river,
I can never escape it's call,
No matter how far I go,
Trees green,
Water near the same,
Limestone and dams,
The festivals of summer,
A glimpse of peace crosses my face as afternoon sunshine,
As the boat cruises down the Rock,
I feel at home,
Where I know in my bones,
This place has never left my blood,
In spite of pains,
In spite of travels,
In spite of gains,
This river I run is at the root of me,
These banks hallowed ground,
My childhood screams it's name,
My family's fate has long been surrounded by it,
The seeming languid waters deceptive in their power,
My grandmother and grandfather,
Mother and father,
Brothers, sisters,
Cousins, aunts, uncles,
Near all have watched this water run by,
And timeless times I remember,
As lives flow slowly by,
Their seeming languid pace deceptive in their power,
And I thank God for moments most would call me fool for,
To cherish this small, unknown, struggling town,
This place so often ridiculed,
But as they often say here,
Beloit Wisconsin calls you,
One can leave,
But in some fashion,
Everyone winds up coming back,
Even if just in memory of times loved or hated.
Happy as I am,
I miss the river I run.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/16/2001

Author's Comments


This was driven home to me yesterday. I returned for the annual Riverfest, a small-town affair. My wife and I were out on my brother's boat with him and his wife, and even as my wife shudders at the smallness of this place, my sense of home screams at me in every familiar sight. Places where I cut my foot running as a barefoot child, the spot where my Noni & Nono lie in eternal slumber, where my brothers & father still call home. Places where summer was God's greatest gift and spring a blessed miracle. Yes, it's small there, but in some ways, I just can never leave.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Real Elephants Are Green...

Post by AquarianM on Jun 24, 2011 at 1:17am

Real Elephants Are Green...



Why go to the circus if there are no elephants?

All the world is a circus,
Without practice or choreography,
So who will smile and laugh if we can't,
Keep the elephants alive and happy like children?

Elephants paint pictures,
Eat books and give them back to you,
Trumpeters of wild places.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/14/2011

Author's note:
The notebook pictured is made from Ellie Pooh paper. ( www.mrelliepooh.com/ )
I quote:

"Mr. Ellie Pooh LLC is an eco-friendly Fair Trade company making
exotic gifts and paper made partially out of elephant poo!
Elephants in Sri Lanka are being killed at an alarming rate.
Humans are encroaching on elephant habitats and cutting
down trees. When elephants come looking for food, they are
shot and killed.

Our mission is to is to reduce some of the Human/Elephant conflict that is ongoing.
We plan to open handmade paper facilities in rural areas, train local villagers to
make paper and hire artisans to embellish our goods. We believe that this newly
created industry can directly contribute to the local economy. Our hopes are that
such an initiative will self educate the villagers into living, working and respecting
the elephant. Have them look at the elephants more as an asset instead of as a
threat.

Mr. Ellie Pooh’s paper products are 100% recycled. They are made up of 50% fiber
from elephant dung and 50% post consumer paper. There are no toxic chemicals
used in our paper making process. Natural vegetative binding agents, along with
water-soluble salt dyes for coloring are used. Mr. Ellie Pooh’s papers are
handmade, acid free and as organic as it gets"
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Histories Of Ink...

Post by AquarianM on Jun 4, 2011 at 7:11am

The Histories Of Ink...

Tatau is now Tattoo,
Ancient beyond twelve thousand years,
An art and craft and rank,
Depending on where and when you're standing,
The history of your particular descendant of the craft.

This is not the collection of histories I put pen to paper for...

Every tattoo has its own personal history,
A way and why and all that culminated in ink on and under skin.

The Coffee Angel spoke to me of it this morning,
A sweet inquiry whether my ink was new.

A tiny bit of our ink stories were traded,
But customers were waiting - patient.

My remodeled and freshly-dedicated ink,
Her three inks she waited a lifetime for,
I wonder if she waited more than one life,
Someday I'll ask.

They call it India Ink,
From the land of elephants and color,
I wonder if elephants ever have tattoos.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06-03-2011

My new tattoo that covered over an old one last Monday:

 
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Shores of Forever...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 5, 2006 at 10:44pm

The Shores of Forever...



The winds and waves,
Only together make the sands,
You stand upon walking,
The shores of life are long,
May you together create,
Daily the love you stand upon,
The shores of forever to reach.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
©1/07/2006

Author's Comments:
For Dan & Ola.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, November 13, 2017

Wounded Word...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 18, 2010 at 1:32am

Wounded Word...

The sound of your darkness whispers,
Like knife serrations and broken glass afoot,
The ghastly shape read from your lips,
Renders solely a world of dust,
A place from which I don't know how to fly,
Chained in gilt memories and dreams,
A soft and silent apocalypse of the heart,
The dross that composes each and every day,
The paint of your brush is the deepest-darkest blue,
A song that wilts leaves with every note,
A dirge of bones and silence,
Burst upon screens and print pages,
The clock is pushed to hyper-speed,
And the warp of your drive beggars the sunlight,
The only hope left is that your spells are all empty air,
Composed of the deepest nothing,
A made-up wounded word.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/18/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Burning Another Year Down...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 9, 2010 at 12:40am

Burning Another Year Down...



I look up and see the angle of the sun falling further into South,
Listen to the rustle of clouds scraping leaves,
See the slow ignition of Autumn on the trees,
My feet kicking the ashes of Summer into forlorn piles,
Birds flocking on wires and weaving the remnant sky.

My bones feel closer to Earth,
Memories pass before my mind's eye like sad shades,
Old songs playing on my inner radio,
All the things that used to be glorious.

I know there's another Summer coming,
Yet I still need to bask in the warmth that's left,
Savor the sweet flavor of pumpkin in my coffee,
Ready all my lights and candles for the long Winter,
Say a little prayer for my ghosts,
Put the heavy quilts on the bed,
Snuggle in warm and dreaming with my Honey,
And ride this beauty out.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/09/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Living Through The Hypocralypse...

Post by AquarianM on May 19, 2010 at 2:11am

Living Through The Hypocralypse...

It's nice and slick all about the sea,
A rainbow-dead shimmer where the fish & shrimp now sleep,
Like the hair on Wall Street as slick as greased glass,
Sad to say a full world of hearts shaped like an ass,
Everywhere you look under the covers there's a stinking stench,
The reek of stinking death with a plastic smile on His brown lips,
An Ivy-League creation to prevent another generation,
Where the rules of school are how to treat all souls as fools,
People sit there and say Disco sucks,
On their fat too-old to Rock & Roll asses,
Yet I want to forget marching in the streets and dance my way down them,
Laughing and fighting nothing but dreary airs,
I'm not going to let Death's wife Old Age take me,
I'll never go willing or apathetic off into the dark,
Not me,
I'm going to dance my way out of the rabbit hole,
Even if Synthetic were to become my middle name.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/19/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, November 10, 2017

A Silly New Era...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 27, 2011 at 3:38am

A Silly New Era...

I love to snark on Apocalypsia,
Drive the collective unconscious fluke into fits,
Of laughter and sense,
Point out that stone-calendar chippers can't always be trained in time,
And how the world's unlikely to catastrophize at any given moment,
I'll laugh as long as the skies are blue,
Just to make a point,
Sharply and with wit.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/27/2011

Author's Comments:
I've been doing a satirical blog on the 2012 phenomenon at dawn2013.blogspot.com.
(NOT poetry) What is it about Homo Sapiens that we have to keep predicting our own demise?
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, November 09, 2017

Snowbi Wan Kenobi And The Raging Blizzard Machine...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 2, 2011 at 2:49am

Snowbi Wan Kenobi And The Raging Blizzard Machine...


He walks hooded and bundled like a grizzled bear afoot,
Trudging the deep white waves titanic,
A figure of deep purpose and ancient wisdom,
Seeing the white-winded world howl all about,
Resolute,
Indomitable,
Unshaken.

For all the brave lights dotting the screaming whipped night,
A prayer of strength and warmth emerges,
It's a time of magic and mystery,
Epic in-the-making tale of Nature's awoken fury,
A time when there is no foe,
For all are drawn tight into the breech,
Nothing but heroism left to bear them up.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/02/2011 Chicago

Brief Youtube clip of the 2011 Blizzard caught by the lights of the Lyric Opera House, Chicago:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8anDPFwkn9k
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Life After The Storm Of One Thousand Names...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 4, 2011 at 12:06am

Life After The Storm Of One Thousand Names...



It's all piled up like Tweeted hashtags,
The #snowmageddon look of #blizzaster,
A #snowgasm that had us all screaming "#snOMG!",
In fits of #snowverload amid bouts of wonder rivaling #blizzardofOz,
There's #snoway that you could avoid the #snowpocalypse that day,
It was #brrNasty outside and #blizzsteringly cold,
Enough to drive you #snowloko,
Surely not another #snowhype,
Stuck in the #snowopolis with #sheetsofsleet,
#Snowdin the #icepocalypse of #icemageddon,
A #snowapalooza of the #snowl of the nation,
Such a #snotoriousBIG #snownormous #Snowbowl,
Where #Snowprah is watching victims of the #tsnownami,
A #Chlizzard of cold wet #snononomous #snowhiteout Perdition,
Only saved by #Snowhumor in the #snonotonouswhiteness of it all,
One #Uwhited #snonation of #snowfail,
Now the #gamesnowver in #summerfail,
#Snowait,
I'm going #snowkeling on Lake Shore Drive,
A #snotastic scene of #icetaszter,
Lost to the #attackofthesnowclones,
But #snevermind,
I'm just dreaming of going #snowm.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/04/2011

The 40 Wildest pictures of #Blizznasty: www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/the-40-most-amazing-pictures-of-the-blizzaster-of?s=mobile
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

A Spin Around Dreamland...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 15, 2011 at 4:01am

A Spin Around Dreamland...

Slow slide slip down,
Snore peeks out,
Burbles above sand,
Fade into reality,
Just a whimsy-bit,
In-between state,
Not quite watching,
Not quite dreaming,
Mental snow-screen,
Anything is possible,
Just for that moment.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

Author's note:
We took a trip to Morris and Ottawa, Illinois the other day, and looked through a few little shops along the way. In one called Deja Vu in Ottawa, I found these beautiful little leather-bound journals full of blank acid-free paper in shirt-pocket size. They are embossed with a photo of Rembrandt's Windmill drawing. I bought two for poetry on-the-go. I decided to fill the first with poems of sleep and dreams. I'm going to call the book "Rembrandt Sleeping." This is the first poem in the series.

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #1


Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
For those interested, the journals can be found here: www.paperblanks.com/us/en/collections/1/filtered?menu=c1&collection_id=247

Monday, November 06, 2017

Sueno...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 16, 2011 at 1:15am

Sueno...

(Pronounced sue-ane-yo. I can't reproduce the Spanish "n" with the "~" over it on my keyboard set.)

Dreams and sleep in a soft Latin verb,
A pretty sound from innerspace,
Fluid reality where Sun and Moon can kiss,
Stars are the soft echoes of ghost whispers,
Defeating the void in the gentlest fashion,
We meet on Dream Street,
Determined to co-create reality for another day,
Modify it in a place of all-heart and no-logic.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem 2.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 05, 2017

The Limbo Docket...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 17, 2011 at 3:21am

The Limbo Docket...

Dream Court in-session,
Call to Chaos,
Whisper the case of wishes,
Lawyers of La-La Land,
Unicorns saddled by dream-dust in sacks of starlight,
Every color or shape,
All sounds and scents,
Tender touch and torture,
Melted duality fills a dream-pot with anything,
Waiting for unbound hearts to paint.

AquarianM
(C) 2/11/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem 3.

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, November 04, 2017

Ghost Bikes...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 17, 2011 at 11:40pm

Ghost Bikes...

In somber slumber they ride motionless,
Dreams of anguished past,
White spirit wheels,
Silent chains and spokes,
Soul-warriors for movement free of karma-harm,
Mothers and fathers and,
Brothers and sisters and,
Children and friends,
Haunting us with memorial beauty and place memory,
Soundless silent white spokes,
White wheels rolled beyond.

AquarianM

(C) 02/11/2011

www.ghostbikes.org



backspace.com/notes/2006/12/ghost-bikes.php

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" Poem # 4.

Note: Ghost Bikes are memorials to bicyclists killed while riding their bikes. They originated in St. Louis, MO - and are now found in cities around the world.

Dan

Friday, November 03, 2017

Miss You, Earth Angel...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 18, 2011 at 1:04am

Miss You, Earth Angel...

Earth Angel,
Earth Angel,
First heard you as a child,
Wide blue eyes,
Ears full of wonder,
Vision-filled my dreams,
Gave me wishes to sing,
Filled my heart,
Made it ring with music,
Never forgot.

Earth Angel,
Earth Angel,
We're all still fools,
For you,
Only you,
Songs sweet and blue,
Are still playin' cool,
Ones we adore,
Forever more,
And each night I sing,
I'll be dreaming of you,
Only of you.

Earth Angel,
Earth Angel,
When will you be home,
Here in the hearts,
Of those who sing on,
We've got a dream,
Can't forget,
Never it seems.

Earth Angel,
Earth Angel,
Until the end of time,
I'll still wish and wish,
That you were mine.


AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/18/2011

The Penguins - Earth Angel:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJcGi4-n_Yw

Note: Thank you to Whispersuasions whispersuasions.u.yuku.com/ for the inspiration!~
I FOUND IT! "First You Cry" sung by Percy Sledge: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCMdjgaTLDs - I've been hearing this on Sirius 74 - BB King's Bluesville - it is an incredible song.

Dan

Thursday, November 02, 2017

Rembrandt Sleeping...


Post by AquarianM on Feb 18, 2011 at 10:30pm

Rembrandt Sleeping...

Painting a night's impression in soft and vivid dreams,
Imagery jumbles life like a learning curve,
Pillow-lust in linseed oil tints,
A renaissance of nightly mind evolves slowly,
Whispering like momentary centuries of colored dust,
Mutable and yet credible,
Inspiration ripe to pluck,
On the finished canvas of drowsy morning.















AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem # 5.

Wednesday, November 01, 2017

Threads And Needles...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 25, 2011 at 5:02am

Threads And Needles...

Slow music whisks across a haunted soul,
Paper a familiar friend to my fingers,
Daydreams wander a trove of years seeking riches,
Gold no one can hold,
Only embrace or push out,
People we remember are threads that bind our hearts,
Over and again in soft chains,
Waiting for the needles of goodbye to pierce our dreams,
Deflation is the Human condition,
Aching with the punctures of a billion moments that left us.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/12/2011

Rembrandt...Sleeping Poem # 7.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages