The Third Muse: Handful of Heaven

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>> Tuesday, January 3

I am a Poem

Tempered and true

You are my words

When I think of you

I am a Poem

Fluid and Frost

Dreams to be dreamt of

Lostest when lost.

I am a Poem

Screaming and hushed

Speaking too loudly

Silent when crushed

I am a Poem

Flying and free

Sings to be sung to

All is of me

I am a Poem

The round in the rings

The smile in your photos

The M in most things

I am a Poem

Erato and Blame

Facade to your faces

…This be my name

>> Thursday, June 2

I asked the Lord for love today

I came across just that

Yet recklessly I questioned and

Groused loud of what I lacked.

I asked the Lord for guidance then

Boundlessly He gave

Yet ceaseless as His blessings were,

I constantly complained.

I asked the Lord for happiness

I was awed by what I found…

Despite my being discontent

His wonders were abound

I asked myself

What’s wrong with me?

Dear Lord, what should I do?

He said to fill the chasm, child,

Learn to give enough of you.

A glimpse of a nymph in solitude

>> Tuesday, May 24

“I sit here on top of this turning world
wond'rin' what to do
I feel like the smallest,
saddest girl...
alone...
away from you"

>> Tuesday, March 15

...of rain and rainbows,

days and nights

stars in heaven,

birds at flight...

…of realms and rhymes,

queens and kings,

complex wishes,

simple things…

…of sights, feelings,

scents and sounds,

weigh your thoughts,

you’re on holy ground…

Caballero, M.   Handful Of Heaven © 2000  Photo by MCB © 2011 for Shoot!

>> Tuesday, April 14

Irreversible Love

(Lyrics. "Irreversible Love". "To the 15th of Forever" series. For My Lovely, on our 5th Anniversary. April 15, 2009)

We used to be young, thin, and so in love
we'd laugh and talk 'bout stuff we could never ever make sense of
we lived on apple juice and chicken joy
& if I had to choose, I'd pick you over any boy
in the universe
one ir-re-ver-sible
why... am... I...

~
Loving that cape you wear, I love your noise
respect your calling, dear -- you're saving all the vintage toys
in the universe
one ir-re-ver-sible
what... is... that...

~
Belt doing in your underwear drawer
your bike's in the dining room, dear
there are toys everywhere and the videos you've ordered
can last us throughout this whole year

You're doggone crazy, say baby
we're meant to be together for all time
when we have little, we've got plenty
of love and laugh to trade so we're just fine

~
we're so-so-so-so-fine

~
The loo's a mystery to everyone
it's more a gallery for all your robo-zinger-zuns
and how my mobile DJ takes the floor!
Jay Kay is so much louder now than ever before

keep still my universe
for ir-re-ver-sible
love...
...sort of

~
A smile on the face of this happiest poet
for finding the loveliest muse
hearts everywhere skip beats 'coz they know it--
I'm halved when I'm not next to you.

We're doggone crazy, say baby
we're meant to be together for all time
when we have little, we've got plenty
of love and laugh to trade so we're just fine

~
we'll be forever..fine.

Who You Are (to the 15th of forever series)

Who you are

("To the 15th of Forever" series. For My Lovely, on our 5th Anniversary. April 15, 2009)

You dwell in the rays of the sun in my mornings
As they hover, lightly upon my face
You are like a stream with water--fresh and redeeming
And I am soaked in a love that sings your praise

~
You are the motion of the grass with the wind's blowing
I am moved gracefully by your presence
With the shining of the sun come your truest meaning
And in its glow is your eternal radiance

~
You are the moon and the stars in my glorious evenings
The silence in a night only angels know of
You are the perfect lullaby with a heavenly ending
You are my life, you're my reason, you're my love

~
You are my justice after the longest and hardest trials
You are real peace after my many wars
You are the strongest truth after the gravest denials
I take comfort in a love that is solely ours

~
Bu, that's who you are
to me

Learn

>> Friday, February 13

posted in loving memory of

our dearest "Daddy Nanding" (December 13, 1929 - February 8, 2009)

Happ'ly we remember you -- the charm that spells your face

the warmth in it that locked our hearts to your most graceful gaze

Learn did we to listen, still -- for the voice that owned our nights,
Your lullabies that echo through are angels ours, in flight

Learn did we to think of you -- in every thought you are
Your hands we hold though truth just has us touch you from afar

~ Learn did we to feel from you -- a warmth surpassing time
Above those many dos and don'ts, you live in all our rhymes

Learn did we to look with you, at a world, through distinct eyes
Sing do we 'til our sun sets, and we dance until its rise

Learn did we to love with you, to love you... to be loved
Tears may sting us, nonetheless, our peace from you, we have

Learn did we to say all this which you have often heard
We love you. We just want that clear - beyond our thoughtless words

Learn did we to realize how favored we've become
We wake up daily giving thanks to the one that you've come from.

Cradle This

>> Tuesday, February 3

Cradle this

(a lullaby for all I see)

Words. Curse of Cupid© Psalmist's Chant©

You're in the middle of a memory

Smack between what was

and what I believe is meant to be

True is true, when you're here I see

Just how perfectly you fit this symphony

What was becomes only

What used to be

~~
Cradle this, sing me that

One true kiss sends me a-flying

off the atmosphere

And I would never think to land

If you hold my hand

I'll be the paddle of the boat you dream to be

Gateways open at the sight

of a very happy you and me

The angels will agree

They'll always welcome you and me

and our perfect symphony

in the middle of a memory

Your lips, your eyes

Your sound, your noise

Your laugh, your voice

You're always all I see

In the middle of a memory

(You're all I see)

My "meant to be"

Sweet melody

and harmony

(You're all I see)

in the middle of a memory.

A Gift Of Time & Music

>> Monday, January 19

for Charlie and Tina

a Gift of Time & Music
from the Curse of Cupid © 2008
by The Third Muse Erato

You hold upon your wedded hands
a gift of time and music
that baits eternal bliss to dance
with hearts that seek to use it

Careful Cupid has set your clock
to milestones inked in pages
of hours that bless your souls to flock
with love across the ages

For ever faithful and ever true
are the songs that share the reason
you stayed with one another through
the shifting of the seasons

Sing then lovers, do not forget
together, none can break you
your curse from Cupid shows no regret:

*
YOU SHALL LOVE FOREVER TRUE

Lyrics: Moonlight Mood

>> Thursday, December 4

water drops. i'm dancin'
questions pop. i'm askin'
my heart stops. quit breakin'
my moonlight mood tonight

cover me with evening
a little black dress called 'midnight'
the scent of fragrant darkness
makes my moonlight mood feel right

should we take on some moonlight romancin'
then dance, day dreamer, keep dancin'
the midnight moon is askin'
if you can feel that moonlight groove tonight

i'm tippin' my toes
into my stilletos
come with me and watch the stars shoot down
down, down, down...

goodnight sunshine

("Moonlight Mood" from the Nancy Jane album)

Lyrics: My Perfect Diet

your eyes are brown as chocolate
your lips so cherry red
a glance from you, i'm taken to
a place hard to forget

this feeling coming over me's
a hunger hard to quench
you set my appetite straight-free
now it's easiest to inch
in closer
in closer

now i'm living, breathing only you
takin' more than i can chew
but who's complainin'?
who's abstainin'?
there's no denying
you're the one for me

my perfect diet. i'm lost without you.

you're an a la carte of awesome treats
your kiss-- the sweetest wine
a smile from you
transports me to
an experience divine

this feeling coming over me's
a hunger hard to quench
you set my appetite fat-free
now it's easiest to inch
in closer
in closer

brain freeze. big tease. put your pretty mind at ease
you're my sugar rush, candy crush
make me blush again and again
hush.

now i'm living, breathing only you
takin' more than i can chew
but who's complainin'?
who's abstainin'?
there's no denying
you're the one for me

my perfect diet. i'm lost without you.

("Perfect Diet" from the Nancy Jane album)

Quaint and Lovely

>> Thursday, November 20

Quaint and lovely my baby be
Sweet and gorgeous and calm is he
Brown as earth are his perfect eyes
He sings the gentlest lullabies

His laugh fills full my hollow heart
From his cherry lips I would never part
His sweetest kiss is breath to me
My death comes the day this has ceased to be

"Hush!" to the girls who could have him not
His mushroom fits two and that is that!
His cradling arms claim but one -- that's me
I'll damage the face that just won't let him be!

As quaint and lovely my baby be
The sweetest, most gorgeous one is he
With passion so great stare my eyes that do see
How lovely indeed - my baby be.

Caballero, M. "Quaint and Lovely". Handful of Heaven © 2000

My Sky

Draw closer,
Precious light
With whom I'm safely undisturbed
You have to know that in my sight
You're the moonlit heaven of my world

Stay with me,
Sweet graceful friend
And with me gaze at the stars above
See just where my rainbows end --
In the dim-lit eyes of the YOU I love.

Caballero, M. "My Sky". Handful of Heaven © 2000

Stars In The Basket

Hand crafted and carved are his deepest emotions

nailed strong to a mind that has weathered some storms

Afloat by the shores of her unfeeling ocean

He's a struggling survivor of the sadness she forms

Their soulful encounters turn cold in an instant

Enraged by the ways of his spirit-dead world

Whatever was real now is no longer potent

as she questions the "whys" and the "what's" in his words

His words -- dangerously spoken in thoughtless endeavor

Said hard by a heart that has meant her no wrong

Yet time and again, into fault-finding fervor

comes "love" -- hideous and dark, in the words of their song

They lived, for the shortest of moments and the slightest of days

Held on to weak feelings from well-strung guitars

As they desperately try to find love in their ways

they had emptied their heaven, gained a basket of stars

They both search their basket for the bluest of skies

Finding reasons to anchor their ride from the waves

Waves brought about by their saddest good byes

And they lose exactly what they were trying to save

Yet they lived...

for the shortest of moments and the slightest of days

Held on to a thread hanging loosely on farce

As love somewhat vowed to stay out of their case

In their handful of heaven, sleeps a basket of stars

Kiss The Quiet

Kiss the quiet goodbye. Goodbye.
Show the laughter back in. Again.
We frolic in days we are happiest
And it's fun to forget to remember when...

...We shook ill quiet's pallid hand
We showed sad sadness in each day
Look now, we run freely among the glad
We struggled along but we found our way

Welcome the silence that screams, real loud
Blissfully yelling from heart to heart
With joy overflowing, we walk. We run.
We'll be wining, dining, in love's a la carte

We shall bask in the sun of kind hellos

We will never again in sorrow cry
In most grateful prayer, we vow to pause
And we'll kiss the quiet goodbye.

Goodbye.

Caballero, M. "Kiss the Quiet". Handful of Heaven © 2000

February Saint

Days amazed this scorpion's gaze
All in one November coming
Of time and age and 2K pace
Came my one most brilliant calling

His name be laughter, mirth or rain
From a February morning
True to like, my fondness gained
This stunned stinger's left here singing

Song be wrong if it's not from Jim
If it's for a different dreamer
November gave December's whim
See we're still quite glued together

Grip to grip, we board the ship
Set a-sail for glorious waters
And year-to-year we're living clear
With the Lord of Love's own letters

Blessed be birthdays, love and love
Blessed be me with rain
I thank the splendid moon above
For my February Saint

Caballero, M. "February Saint". Handful of Heaven © 2000

What Makes This House A Home

>> Friday, October 24

The mess ahead for this merry maid
The little details that never fade
The gifts of old and new alike
The space for all his vintage bikes

Our love for music, noise and noise
His lack of cabinets for toys
Our racks for shoes and clothes to boot
My shock to match his daily loot

The art to cover up our junk
The real need for real trunks
The treasure that might be trash to some
...are the whats to why this house IS home

bar of bric-a-bracs