Matthew B. Funderburg (USA) Contact the author
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There is a place
there is a place
where the wind blows
it is not felt
or heard
A golden wheat field
in a shade of gray
and hints of white lights.
the wind moves its field of wheat
a sea of movement
all that which is extended
on a plateau
where the wind blows
it is not felt
or heard
A golden wheat field
in a shade of gray
and hints of white lights.
the wind moves its field of wheat
a sea of movement
all that which is extended
on a plateau
you reach the edge
or the end
as you see fit to call
and she awaits
or the end
as you see fit to call
and she awaits
known as a friend
or a beauty that is familiar to you
"sit here" she will say
"lets talk about what you are going to do"
I tell you I've been to this
place
and seen her.
and seen her.
words were never exchanged
in the beginning
just compassionate looks and smiles
like we were waiting for this opening...
in the beginning
just compassionate looks and smiles
like we were waiting for this opening...
and suddenly her and I
spoke
at the same breath
I quickly turned off
my thoughts
and she said, "please stand up!
turn around see what is at the edge of this view"
"but I am of fear... I can not!"
spoke
at the same breath
I quickly turned off
my thoughts
and she said, "please stand up!
turn around see what is at the edge of this view"
"but I am of fear... I can not!"
she smiles touches my hand
just with a look
a sweet whispered thought 'sing'
"So it is a stage !
I am at the beginning of the heavens,
looking at the earth."
I began to sing
"such the voice I have" I thought
just with a look
a sweet whispered thought 'sing'
"So it is a stage !
I am at the beginning of the heavens,
looking at the earth."
I began to sing
"such the voice I have" I thought
no words no verse
all feeling of compassion
and when I was done
I asked a question,
"did they hear that?"
she smiles
"ahhhh "I BELIEVE SO!
sit here lets talk awhile."
so I did...
all feeling of compassion
and when I was done
I asked a question,
"did they hear that?"
she smiles
"ahhhh "I BELIEVE SO!
sit here lets talk awhile."
so I did...
have been washed in purified ink
A change?
but these soaked hands
have been washed in purified ink
straight and curved
such are the lines-
of word
love
time
and pain
the breath is short
so are the changes
covered are these pages
in ink
so they are lived?
these pages
these words
of thought.
but these soaked hands
have been washed in purified ink
straight and curved
such are the lines-
of word
love
time
and pain
the breath is short
so are the changes
covered are these pages
in ink
so they are lived?
these pages
these words
of thought.
finding that time
away-
Is it close and meaningless?
away-
Is it close and meaningless?
but my man-
you are the changes
you are the changes
purified is your hands
of love -----------____
of time ------- experienced emotion
of pain ______-------
life, changes the words to this very moment.
AHHHH-
dream on my friend,
the day will be seized,
of love -----------____
of time ------- experienced emotion
of pain ______-------
life, changes the words to this very moment.
AHHHH-
dream on my friend,
the day will be seized,
now in this moment and tomorrow
wait!
a change just happen-
you read this poem
Is the heart open?
wait!
a change just happen-
you read this poem
Is the heart open?
Vision?
floating in a dark sky
to set the tone
so high above the earth
the suns very close
a touch of feeling to mark the stand
and such a warmth
of light
of three
one to my right
one to my left
one behind me
how I wished to have the power to see
the passionate warmth of the three
one behind
touched
hands of light?
cloth or robe?
shinny white gold?
reached around me
that is all I can say
to set the tone
so high above the earth
the suns very close
a touch of feeling to mark the stand
and such a warmth
of light
of three
one to my right
one to my left
one behind me
how I wished to have the power to see
the passionate warmth of the three
one behind
touched
hands of light?
cloth or robe?
shinny white gold?
reached around me
that is all I can say
placing this book on my chest
making sure the book was close to my humbled heart
the book was very old
rapped in a cloth of time
my fingers touched the cloth
it floated away
the book was marked to a page
I open it with not of curiosity
but knowing it was just this way
flashing back and forth
of realities
seeing symbols
can't say its a language I ever seem
but only in dreams
it was like melody of song
compassion,
love,
humble and strong
solid thick black lines and curves
flowing like the waves at sea
cried I did
flushed in light
and still a view of the world
in its sharp blue
then I awoke
in vision
asked...
Was this my answer?
Was this my question?
making sure the book was close to my humbled heart
the book was very old
rapped in a cloth of time
my fingers touched the cloth
it floated away
the book was marked to a page
I open it with not of curiosity
but knowing it was just this way
flashing back and forth
of realities
seeing symbols
can't say its a language I ever seem
but only in dreams
it was like melody of song
compassion,
love,
humble and strong
solid thick black lines and curves
flowing like the waves at sea
cried I did
flushed in light
and still a view of the world
in its sharp blue
then I awoke
in vision
asked...
Was this my answer?
Was this my question?
Rachel's luck (a song)
simple things are your
innocence
waiting in a frantic mind
simple thing are your love
maybe its one mind
simple things are your madness
but the worlds are your table
to dream
to creation
what really is that?
as you are you
what art do you do----
waiting in a frantic mind
simple thing are your love
maybe its one mind
simple things are your madness
but the worlds are your table
to dream
to creation
what really is that?
as you are you
what art do you do----
simple things are your pride---
waiting in a muted mind
what could I express to you
simple things are your end
as you are you---
waiting in a muted mind
what could I express to you
simple things are your end
as you are you---
find ---
resist---
love---
love---
I know why---
I know why---
resist---
love---
love---
I know why---
I know why---
simple things are your pride---
waiting in a muted mind
what could I express to you
simple things are your end
as you are you---
waiting in a muted mind
what could I express to you
simple things are your end
as you are you---
why I know why---
why I know why---
why I know why---
Blue Moon
the moon in a clear blue sky
in the state of half full
dreams of the night
to give its light
produced by the rays of its reflective glaze
but it's here
in the daylight
half blue
half white
it's true
in the daylight
time defines the lifeline of the existence
a rage
a curse
in life depletes its view
a daydreamer catches its existence
such as I
and wondering minds for an instant
birds scream as the daylight is at its end
the moon in a clear blue sky
grows bright
in a sharp glaze of white
in a sense
happiness for the night
in the state of half full
dreams of the night
to give its light
produced by the rays of its reflective glaze
but it's here
in the daylight
half blue
half white
it's true
in the daylight
time defines the lifeline of the existence
a rage
a curse
in life depletes its view
a daydreamer catches its existence
such as I
and wondering minds for an instant
birds scream as the daylight is at its end
the moon in a clear blue sky
grows bright
in a sharp glaze of white
in a sense
happiness for the night
Treasure Mind
Find warmth
in what calls me
pearls in one's eyes
filtered rocks
a mask of color
looking upon the jolliest of men
maybe we are shadowed
maybe we are the mask
in most things
many things
looking upon the jolliest of men
but what are the comings?
and what are the runnings?
are not rafters covering?
in most things
many things
looking upon the jolliest of men
just things.
many things.
A sunset has a voice of its own
Many have see sunsets
and say there is a poem in that view
Oh yes, there is a lot of stories to be told
in a melting sun
and say there is a poem in that view
Oh yes, there is a lot of stories to be told
in a melting sun
but there is a story of sound
Oh yes, sounds
of whisper,
of a deep hum
from the desert to a windless ocean
Oh yes, sounds
of whisper,
of a deep hum
from the desert to a windless ocean
sit yourself on a desert
mountain
or the beach of an ocean
or the beach of an ocean
of a strange
but an every day sunset
but an every day sunset
wait for no wind to flow
and daily screeches to fade
and daily screeches to fade
it happens every day
in a moment
in a moment
close those eyes of yours!
feel the earth
and sun as one
for I can not tell you
about this forth coming
it is tuned very low
but will hint your ears
and your eyes
will be lit
for something powerful is there
in a every day sunset
and sun as one
for I can not tell you
about this forth coming
it is tuned very low
but will hint your ears
and your eyes
will be lit
for something powerful is there
in a every day sunset
Cycle
Where to go
where to begin
where to end
three times ago
the cycle ran
waiting for the lift
to run me higher
short justification is the sin
pride ran three times ago
the cycle ran
my stood still heart
gave to a stop
"look within."
"look within."
"look within."
three times over
it ran
a new cycle began
where to go
where to begin
where to end
like a rolling of thunder
proceeding to my head
"you're losing, but you will fit in."
pain ran three times ago
the cycle ran
my stood still heart
gave me a stop again
and said
"I am compassion and love
I am what is within
that's where to go
that's where to begin
that's where to end."
what a fool I've been!
deepness runs many times over
the cycle ran
ran
ran
and ran
that's where it will end.
where to begin
where to end
three times ago
the cycle ran
waiting for the lift
to run me higher
short justification is the sin
pride ran three times ago
the cycle ran
my stood still heart
gave to a stop
"look within."
"look within."
"look within."
three times over
it ran
a new cycle began
where to go
where to begin
where to end
like a rolling of thunder
proceeding to my head
"you're losing, but you will fit in."
pain ran three times ago
the cycle ran
my stood still heart
gave me a stop again
and said
"I am compassion and love
I am what is within
that's where to go
that's where to begin
that's where to end."
what a fool I've been!
deepness runs many times over
the cycle ran
ran
ran
and ran
that's where it will end.
Dreamer's Dream
a smooth cover of kindness
the self and one another
by the weight of the heart
simplistic of faith
passion is the key
unlocks the door
opens the mind
the heart grows
love the dreamer's dream
beaten by fear
finds love, self-love
the relationship begins
the unity
body
mind
spirit
I am
unconditional
victims of victims
we all are
forgiveness, blameless
is free to live loving
and to be loved
The Hearts of Weeping
Piercing words....
Frozen lips....
And a warm Blooded Tear.
The Hearts of Weeping
On a Cross of hope
Displayed on an iron wall.
For those who have loved
And those who have come and
gone
Reaching, lifting,
To what is known.
The common soul
Steering its way.
Never catching a glimpse
Of the symbols on the iron
wall.
Blinding intensity
Too baring to hold.
Whispering thoughts of comfort,
Comfort in time,
Comfort in mind.
The iron wall so deep in Grey
So many dimensions of pain,
But lifting, reaching in its
way.
Of Passion, Of Desire.
The Hearts of Weeping
Eternally displayed
Scared of words, or Thoughts.
IS LOVE THIS WAY?
The best of logic
Half the thought.
Thickens the iron wall so deep
in Grey,
The Hearts of Weeping
On a Cross of hope
Seem to gleam Yellow to Green
To sky-blue, to a passionate
white....
You fall to your face,
And turn away.
FEAR AN ILLUSION....
DISGRACED.... in this way,
BUT THE HEARTS!
THE DIRECTION!
Reaching, lifting,
To what is known.
Your eyes dim,
The symbols on the iron wall,
Seem to break free.
Thoughts at a run.
IT CAN'T BE!
IT CAN'T BE!
Upon thousands of mirroring
dimensions,
Of spontaneous realities,
In sweetness of clarity....
Why is it chosen this way?
Why is it so sweet?
Why is it bliss
Where is the pain...?
Familiarities, such things as
these.