Fernandez-Reyes - 3 Poetry Books in 1 - Vol II: the Music on Which Thoughts Dwell, Its Just a Game, She Said, Like a Dancer

ISBN: 9781483538709 INDEXThis 2nd volume of "3 Poetry Books in 1" has accompanying audio tracks and more watercolors on my website: Banana Patch Fantasy Productions. Find by navigating to the Chameleon link and scrolling down the list to the book titles. Click the title of the book you want to hear and the homepage will open. Audio links are below title of poem, on left side, just above poem.THE MUSIC ON WHICH THOUGHTS DWELLOne day, not very long ago, I sat by the sea with a seal. Please", I pleaded, "I know it's a dream, But couldn't we share this meal?"His wise old eyes, so tired and wild, Searched the sea and the landing. At last he decided there was no need, To fear a being so frail...so heRolled this way, and then rolled that, And even, flopped his tail!Oh! what can we do, but listen and watch, And see what Time will tell. So until then, it all depends, On the music on which thoughts dwell. Now we hold the horizon close to the eye, And watch waves roll to the shore;By the warmth of the Sun, we're embraced as one, And feel heppily free, to dream silly puns.... In the splendid freedom of dreams so fun, When again I remember in wonderThe time I sat with a seal by the sea, Feeling his loving Friendship towards me. IT'S OWN BREATHLife after life, Death after death;Alone on the Trail, With just It's Own Breath.... Spinning and falling, Rizing and calling... On the Name of a Friend, One, closer to our hearts, Than my hand to this pen. In this life It's concealed, In a fabric so real...as this flesh!Yet more real still, are the blessings received, Perceiving the Friend is one's Breath. Ancient, undying, honest and wiseOur Breath reveals all, within space and time. Pulverized, thrashed, stretched, snapping back... Awed and inspired, we're delivered intact!This Friend, so deeply within us Living,
Walks alone, or we confirm It's Being;Talks to itself, unless we listen, Then finally moves on with the Breath, It has given.... Authentic Breath, is the Name of our Friend, Whose Sacred Guardianship allows our Transcendence. If we honor the Thread, Self Lives, is not dead. When into Life after blissfull Life, we are led.... A DAUGHTER'S LAMENTMy Mother was a Greenwich Village dreamer. Born in April, on the very first day. She had a bench in the park, where she held courtJust letting a good day, waste away. We all paid for her privilege. We all wept in despair... Such beauty and hubris...
So lost and uncaring. Then a child back when, Thought they all seemed so weak, So she turned the other way, andMade an evolutionary leap!Walking alone, I learned to be free. Delving deeper, I found the real Me. I didn't need perfume, gadgets or wealth;Just contented to know, my authentic Self. Forgetting the grief that ignorance breeds, I invited "them" in, because I was needy. Now I was scorned for the strides I had made, Berated and tortured for the jewel that I gave;And regret now so much, how naive and believingI was to be honest and share real feelings. Now in retreat, aloneness is sweet. Once twisted and ruined, now restored and complete. I am alone...and dream again of Living. But it is not a dream. But it is not a dream.

I am still whole. I am free to go...I am free to grow.....The music flows like Summer springs, Keeping the freshness of consciousness singing. Looking back, I say a prayerFor all my loved ones lingering there.... Though love has turned to bitter fear, A daughter's broken heart, still wishes... You were here.....THERE IS LOVEHave you ever noticedHow the Universe bends?.... How prayers are answeredAnd dreams do come true,
But only when Faith
Is shining through you!No need to give up. No need to pretend. The gravity of LovingnessMakes straight lines bend!Dry you eyes. The gravity of Lovingness Makes straight lines bend! Dry you eyes.

See the Day. Put all your old sadnesses away. Let your natural song be heard. Halleluyah!Let LOVE be your Heart's only Word. Be free from remorse. So, if you're looking for Love,You don't have to rush. There IS love in this Universe, andIt expresses, through us!HONEY BEARlullabyOh Honey Bear....you and me...We are dancing our way,Through Eternity...soBelieve in dreams, andLet your Destiny, Lead you to all your sweet tomorrows.Oh Honey Bear, do not cry...Come sleep in my (in your mama's arms) arms,Hush now. There IS love in this Universe, and It expresses, through us! HONEY BEAR lullaby Oh Honey Bear....you and me... We are dancing our way, Through Eternity...so Believe in dreams, and Let your Destiny, Lead you to all your sweet tomorrows. Oh Honey Bear, do not cry... Come sleep in my (in your mama's arms) arms, Hush now.

Close your eyes, andDream a dream with your heart's desire, 'Cuz dreams do come true, More than once in a while. Oh, Honey bear, here we are...You and me, underneath a canopy of stars. Come, and dream this dream with me....Dreaming of your bright tomorrows.....This poem is the lyric from a lullaby I wrote and sang to my kids.It's the cover song for my children's album of the same name.Here's the link on my website : http://bpfprod.bizland.com/id119.htmlPROVE GOD'S GRACELife is simple, yet in a riddle. The answer to the mystery, is always visible. You know the truth the World is filled with, nowListen to the Voice, that is within you. Within the conflict, there is Unity. Poles of opposites, but one line of Energy. We come into this mortal fleshBelieving in our own omnipotence,Clinging to desire and pride,Lost in the waves of Historic Time. But you are a Guardian that grows like a rose;Be strong in Faith, so Virtue will grow. Every human can still arrrive, to understandWhy, in this world....Goodness survives. Believe in who you REALLY are....The Love Child of God with all the power. The clarity of Mind you put behind, Recall!...and justify being Divine. Someone always suffers more than you. Succor those who need you to be true. Love can turn to jealous hate.. But you can always give love, and prove God's Grace!EVERY THOUGHTThe mind is not always our friend. We'd rather not be victim to It's wandering... So brilliant at times, not always wise, Does it matter, if we live or die....?Every thought we think, affects us. Like a spider spinning lines connecting. Caught in the living weave, like dew drops clinging,Spinning in circles, the song unfinished. Dressed or undressed, the mind keeps going,Breathing in and out, with longing....Trying to control the journey,....Suffocated in the grip of timeless churning