Sunset

It had rained that day,
And the whole sky was washed clean.
A few wisps of clouds hung in the air,
Residue or may be sponges
Attesting to its recent wash.
The sun was setting and cast its glorious shine across the earth.
Fading slowly,
Then dying,
In hopes of rebirth.
In the darkness the trees began their lives,
Dancing and swaying to the music of the night.
A chorus of crickets chirping in turn,
Sending calls and returning them,
All passing on the word.

Butterfly Evening

I'm basking In the slow after glow of the evening.
As wisps of dance floor ghosts take their last steps around me.
We joined them for occasional songs,
Filtering in and out of their ball gowns and suits
And sat a tables that felt warm to touch.
Time sped by, taking the night with it,
And the names on the dance card became a blur,
Only occasionally pausing to reminisce on the waning night
And sparkle in the eyes and smile of a partner.
The marble floor cracked and the shards turned to dust
As I opened my eyes where I'm slumped on the couch,
And finally rise to remove my tux.
The sheets of my bed are calling me home,
I lay down there and make an attempt to succumb to sleep,
But my mind won't let the events of the evening go.

Julio

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It Should Not Have been Written

Sometimes I wish
that the authors mind
Would find a way to stop,
That Jane Eyre
With all her hair
Would suffer from writers block.
The very foundation upon
Every chick flick has gone,
(Oh to you Jane Austen)
How I do wish
That you had failed English,
And then completely lost it.

Fire Thoughts

I had sat by the fire
Its glow merging with my subconscious.
Above me the flash of an airplane light brought me into spectrum,
And reminded me of friends on other continents.
It had been long since I had slipped the surly bonds,
If not in body then in mind.
I've discovered that sanity occasionally requires
You to let loose the reigns,
And leave all reason to thoughts behind.
So I drifted away, not concerned with were I would end up,
Or with where I was going.
Vacantly wandering, moving in the shadows.
Imagining the impossibilities to test my luck.
The clouds moved on, blown on by the wind.
fleeing from her and her hidden strength.
while the moon watched, unblinkingly,
Hiding half of his face.

Whether it was the growing cold,
Or some reminder of sleep
That broke my dreaming stare.
I let the fire die,
Leaving only the smell of smoke in my clothes
To attest to the time I spent there

Dreaming

You know that dream,
Where everything is yellow
And sun circles chase her hair?
That was mine last night.
But instead of everything being yellow, they were mellow.
Because I'm me, and it was my dream.

I think we walked on the beach,
Or may be we paused and talked on West Park st.
Where that cafe is?
Because they grind their own beans,
And i like it.

I thought I would be able to remember it,
The dream that woke me with a smile.
But the cobwebs of my mind wouldn't give it up.

     -pangun

A Painting

At first I took no notice of it, and walked right past it.
But my wanderings eventually led me straight up to it.
How could I have missed this beautiful work?
It seemed alive, yet its life was muffled by a brown haze.
As I stepped closer a face emerged, staring back at me.
It was not a bad face, In fact I think I liked it.
It had creases where it smiled,
But its deep eyes reflected the knowledge
That there were many things of which it was ignorant.
I could see its whole life.
The struggles in hardship, Happiness found in the sun,
Fear of the future, or was he just questioning it?

I've heard that Art is "capturing emotion
And thrusting it upon the observer. Forcing him to identify with it"
This painting then was true Art, For I had seen all of me in it.
My failings, accomplishments, victories and defeats,
I saw my everything.

Pulling away from the grasp of the colors I noticed a plaque below it.
And read.
                         "God's Temple (In A Mirror)"

-pangun