http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/ Nur für Verrückte Wed, 13 Feb 2008 21:55:05 PST http://www.blogdrive.com Copyright 2008. Music http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/82.html Thu, 14 Feb 2008 05:52:09 GMT -sun-soaked blue, tomatoes growing beneath -the chrysanthemums made me forget what I had smellt...rain fell gently on my dreams of her, "Where's your umbrella?" she said -trees are stick bugs, crawling in the grass. -Alone in bed, with the girl, he mistook the ceiling for the cosmos, almost asleep. "Am I crushing you?" she asked -At 2am I saw you walking, with the legs of a broken bird-your smile relentless. I think you had a lot on your mind. -As the fly frew from my arm, I awoke, hairs standing on end and my eyes blinded by the sun. -"full moon" empty grass field, obscured by a black... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=82 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/81.html Sun, 17 Jun 2007 20:12:44 GMT sometimes the stars make me feel like a flower all this changing space and the sun sets atop a single ocean wave. But are bottles sleeping swayed like glass, reflecting shooting stars or burns in glances, where under the rising moon eyes die and again. under a twisting sphere of light, blue to be the sky garden winds drop flowers at your walking feet- so your eyes soo green the vining air of this floating white room. We kiss and walls turn red in our eyes closed in embrace. between blinking and lights dream the moon winter in summer's wake as rain drops... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=81 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/80.html Wed, 06 Jun 2007 06:30:02 GMT Ukiyo-e I When was it that you learned to fear your senses? On rooftops after perfect nights the sun, I believe, blinds flowers yellow and that this is how we came to lie here in the grassy fields of yesterday's scent. You forgot what last year smelled of? Now it stares you in the eye to leave forever and is almost afraid you will let it go. Almost afraid to realize the precise orange of a falling flower, but you...you my love captured the black solidity of a tree so vividly in every flower; caught the skies crying in judgement and they remain your prisoners. They wait in the movement of your... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=80 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/79.html Tue, 24 Apr 2007 06:45:07 GMT Our hearts don't beat as burning paper flowers, despite the fragility of the night folding into warm sea, we move so slowly as the pounding of ocean waves upon my chest. Colors and our love fold all around us nights of oragami as if they were rooms or lives fading from memory, as if they were flowers- Moist flowers that don't smell as a hundred aching petals of yesterday but as all the dew of the morning moon. Even in sunlight all the streets of Japan rain with the scent of night.-Flowers so white that they're red in the night sky and I wish it was all snow, because nothing is more sea than... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=79 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/77.html Sun, 25 Mar 2007 20:38:02 GMT water lily duets Everything begins in love. We live in harmony long enough to always be dreaming new, because the sun has never been yellow but swimming a million different colors more radient than the entire sky; your beautiful sunrise eyes, the sky becomes the calmest ocean in your arms while all the colors porcelain pure flowering water drops. The sun falls on both of us a lake. Lakes flooded with leaves and geese never stop singing even under trees but never made a sound as to mirror the stars in raining symmetry. Flowers grow in the wooden house where your mind swims away from right... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=77 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/76.html Mon, 26 Feb 2007 04:01:52 GMT As we drive together through 7am infinite. The clouds part and it is still morning of mist and white, because Trees stand crooked but so perfect and there in the valley I see somewhere no one has been and it will be forgotten (as light through water and leaves) The rain falls sorrowful and heavy on the port in Tokyo and the sakura tree grows from my heart. I don't think you left but please, be back soon My Brother His glasses reflected the heavens and all he saw... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=76 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/75.html Mon, 29 Jan 2007 06:32:51 GMT Behind the window was living something perfect. Gods hid behind the curtains breathing them red. I am born through that window. I ran to the top of the window with all my wind and you kicked it out from under me and there I stood a star. All below me is wavering, it lingers for a moment and I love it so much. Amid dream I ran through forests ashen skies against naked feet and jumped back to reality, a shooting star against ancient cement temple. Falling out the black folds of windows I was born(three seconds) in a dream of love. Find the love you seek in the world in... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=75 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/74.html Tue, 23 Jan 2007 06:26:05 GMT Door Houses, brown houses, squares, shapes, brown shapes of walls with roofs. An orange tree burning, shining. Smell of red, smell of melting pasta burning sunshine heart. In my eye a house door. Light border, black space world. Red dot burning, a heartbeat. O black world full of love! A Requiem Holy prayers bloom as brown flowers afloat on the leave of dead waves. Wilting like stars drooping as ice in a night long dead by love Icy light frozen twinkle. Holy prayers bloom aflame as a flower's heartbeat kosmos blue roots arabesque into self light choking in it's own smoke... (more) http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=74 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/73.html Wed, 23 Aug 2006 08:01:44 GMT Listen to the birds and you realize there is no such thing as sound, it is a feeling, your soul. Open your eyes and see too that the river, it is the skies, the stars, the immortal, your soul. No thought is original, it is personality, a mask. What we feel no one else can feel, it is us, me, my soul, our soul. It is feeling love and everything. Opening oneself up to a river, learning from it and letting it into you, one feels love, the swirl glass of forever night stars. The river is not of this trivial society, but flowing, connecting and one with my soul. A feeling of love. http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/comments?id=73 http://stephenmather.blogdrive.com/archive/72.html Wed, 16 Aug 2006 23:11:17 GMT I am free, and real and i have a heart. I open my heart to the infinite night sky, the infinite hope and it fills my heart, over flows my heart; my heart is in it, part of it. Such a passion for the sky, such a passion for my spirit. It is all new, reborn, the sky, hope; me, i am reborn. I feel the world as it is, without fear, without bias. I am the world. My heart beats so, each beat radiating warmth. The warmth is freedom, it consumes everything, it is me, my life, the world. Heat. No sleep, no dreaming, just this, just this world, all the worlds. Freedom from myself, to myself, is myself.... 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