Sublimity

Glowing heat over melting ice
Splashing smooth, subtle spice
Hold my senses, highland smoke
Salty breeze, misty cloak

Whispered fragrance, notes that speak
Mountain flowers, and a rocky creek
Wooded slopes, sherry shades
Liquid grace from magical glades

Nonsense, Not Rhymed (Nothing Logical About It)

Delicious Ambiguity
Could it be or is it not?

Question not or face the facts
All is nothing? Is it just?

Less than a lot, more than nothing
Somewhere in between, is it not?

Thing is, it’s just that
Make of it as you will

I for one, will not specify
It’s for you to feel what it really is

But what is real
By what standards?

Nuances of a glance?
The lilt of a voice?

Inflexions, maybe?
The grammar of suggestion

Something is there
This much is said

Sense, nonsense?
A feel for madness?

Somewhere truths
Will speak to you

A bit depends
On the point of view

Quiet, peaceful, gentle, calm
Something in the lines on your palm

Moving, inspiring, shocking, real
Soft as air, hard as steel

Whirling, charging, spinning, race
Another time, a different space

Momentary, slipping, elusive, gone
Can’t confine in the lines of a song

Undefined, forming, evolving, need
One step ahead, just out of reach

Unstated, unspoken, irrational, surprise
Knowledge is its own special prize

LONG AS

Long as you know
I’m thinking of you
Long as you feel
That vibe, you have a clue
Long as you hear
Words that’re unsaid
Long as you see
You know staying away is tough

And every moment I’m not with you
I can feel you deep within

Every where I cast a look
I see the feeling in your eyes

Every road I travel upon
Thoughts of you haunt my being

Without a word I know you know
What we have is for ever

Something no one can touch
No one can know to feel

GRam the Rescue Man

If your thoughts have come unstuck
And you seem understocked on luck
If your juices have stopped to flow
If your world seems to go in slo mo

If your story line seems a little weak
If your work is making you sick
If all you do is toe the line
Tell me, I’ll make your problems mine

I’m GRam the Rescue Man
I’ll f@@k! do what no one can
I’ll cut the knots Madras style
I’ll delete the problem file

My fame spreads far and wide
It’s all pretty cut and dried
Your worries will dissolve
Your problems will get solved

If you’re missing a source of fun
If your programmes do not run
If your timeline is mixed shit
If you’re taking a big hit

If your screen’s all white noise
No need to lose your poise
Remember GRam’s the name
After I’m through you’ll never..

Be the same!!!!