A radio interview I gave for "Drive Time Surprise/Show" (TBS FM, Seoul, South Korea). It was broadcasted a few days ago. I was interviewed by Sam and Annabelle (it's in English with a big French accent from me, lol). In this conversation, I'm talking about my recent art series, my sources of inspiration, my friend Peter S. Quinn and my exhibitions.
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Showing posts with label Peter S. Quinn. Show all posts
Love's prisoner... Quick study
for a project I'm working on.
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Pull Me to Your Heart
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Pull me to your heart
...From love that’s inside
Morning where feeling start
As the clouds away glide
This is every dream
In between our lines
Where love like sun seem
In everyday sunshine’s
Like a robe you are
Wonderment of feeling
Flickering dream star
All my heart you are stealing
Put my touch to you
In as you where before
Pull my love there thru
To your daydreams shore
Pull me to your dream
Where reality is not
And shadows all faraway seem
In our own vision’s spot
So much is gone of past
Like our stars falling
Let those dreams be colorfast
As they were before calling
for a project I'm working on.
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Pull Me to Your Heart
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A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Pull me to your heart
...From love that’s inside
Morning where feeling start
As the clouds away glide
This is every dream
In between our lines
Where love like sun seem
In everyday sunshine’s
Like a robe you are
Wonderment of feeling
Flickering dream star
All my heart you are stealing
Put my touch to you
In as you where before
Pull my love there thru
To your daydreams shore
Pull me to your dream
Where reality is not
And shadows all faraway seem
In our own vision’s spot
So much is gone of past
Like our stars falling
Let those dreams be colorfast
As they were before calling
I've captured this moment near Thenon in France
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
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Carpe Diem
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
O beautiful you in garden's heart
From point where tomorrow shall start
Playfully giving and receiving
In all this of going amending
Lasting futures impending
When flowers seeds are reviving
The love that comes into night
And sets out its feelings on flight
Where garden roses are true:
In each their approval and lore --
When love gives to become more
Of all that is to renew
Belgacom Towers
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A reflection of the Belgacom Towers located in Brussels.
The buildings take their name from the leading telecommunications
company. They are among the tallest skyscrapers in Belgium.
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Canal of Brussels
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One of the oldest navigable canals in Belgium and in Europe.
Construction work began in 1550 and lasted until 1561.
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Peaceful moment in the gardens of
"Le Mont des Arts", a famous Belgian place...
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Enjoying the Moment
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Enjoying the moment
In its day by going day
Their feature and foment
That’s coming the way
With sunshine spirits on
And touching a while
Until it’s again gone
With its summer smile
Like breeze in the alley
Among dreams going by
Of an urban dillydally
Under blue open sky
Contacts thru moments
Those feelings do employ
In picturesque fragments
Of buoyancy to enjoy
Listen to the fussing
Of people walking near
Some of it’s quite buzzing
Inside the close-by ear
As days go here about
Thru the lively street
Surrounded by turnout
In latest gladness beat
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The above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Digital Imaging Co., Ltd.
I've taken these photos 2 days ago in Brussels.
More photos from my city.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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A reflection of the Belgacom Towers located in Brussels.
The buildings take their name from the leading telecommunications
company. They are among the tallest skyscrapers in Belgium.
.
Canal of Brussels
.
One of the oldest navigable canals in Belgium and in Europe.
Construction work began in 1550 and lasted until 1561.
.
Enjoying the Moment
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Peaceful moment in the gardens of
"Le Mont des Arts", a famous Belgian place...
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Enjoying the Moment
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Enjoying the moment
In its day by going day
Their feature and foment
That’s coming the way
With sunshine spirits on
And touching a while
Until it’s again gone
With its summer smile
Like breeze in the alley
Among dreams going by
Of an urban dillydally
Under blue open sky
Contacts thru moments
Those feelings do employ
In picturesque fragments
Of buoyancy to enjoy
Listen to the fussing
Of people walking near
Some of it’s quite buzzing
Inside the close-by ear
As days go here about
Thru the lively street
Surrounded by turnout
In latest gladness beat
.
The above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10, which
has been provided to me by Samsung Digital Imaging Co., Ltd.
I've taken these photos 2 days ago in Brussels.
More photos from my city.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
This is sort of experimental. I'll be posting more
crazy creations in this style in the coming days/weeks.
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Reality and Unreality
By Peter S. Quinn
Reality and unreality
It made me laugh
To be or not to be
Are the times epigraph
Everything you might see
Could be a sketch rough
Comprehending its duality
Is the world a bluff?
Endurance in durability
Wishes of arty autograph
On to each its infinity
Draw and photo half to half
© 2010 - Ben Heine
You and I
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium
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You and I
By Peter S. Quinn
You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze
You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct
You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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I took this photo 2 days ago in Braives, Belgium
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You and I
By Peter S. Quinn
You and I in spring first
Green rising high to new...
Flowing in gradation burst
Strength rechargeable thru
Each our while is beautiful
Bringing enjoyment to days
Gone are the moment’s dull
Those were in winter haze
You and I close to touch
Everything comes now easily
With the breeze inasmuch
As freshness comes breezily
Its ‘love me or love me not’
Till petals have been plucked
There is rarely aforethought
If feelings are misinstruct
You and I thru the breeze
Each day and in dusky black
So close beneath the trees
Cause spring is on the almanac
Bringing near to closer still
As life nurtures our foliages
Field flowers and on the hill
Air and rain acknowledges
© 2010 - Ben Heine
2 Sides
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I took this photo of a broken sculpture a few days ago
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Black Angels
By Peter S. Quinn
In time and space,
Black angels
Shall find their ways.
There is this other you
Who lies inside and hide
You know of this too
Always in the night.
Black angels
Strong and wild,
Black angels
Never mild.
Sleeping in the days
When the sky is blue,
Then they show their face
When darkness comes through.
Black angels
Falling sin,
Black angels
All within.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
I took this photo of a broken sculpture a few days ago
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Black Angels
By Peter S. Quinn
In time and space,
Black angels
Shall find their ways.
There is this other you
Who lies inside and hide
You know of this too
Always in the night.
Black angels
Strong and wild,
Black angels
Never mild.
Sleeping in the days
When the sky is blue,
Then they show their face
When darkness comes through.
Black angels
Falling sin,
Black angels
All within.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
Random Man in a
Random World
Random World
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.Random Man
By Peter S. Quinn
He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.
Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.
(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)
By Peter S. Quinn
He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.
Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.
(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)
Ben by Other Artists
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Ben Heine by Menekse, Turkish artist
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Ben Heine by Zed, Croatian artist
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Also this very nice poem my soulmate
Peter S. Quinn made for me:
.Through the Sweetness
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By Peter S. Quinn
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Peter S. Quinn made for me:
.Through the Sweetness
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By Peter S. Quinn
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Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
Feeling changes in what is real
Healing time close and near
You are everything that I did feel
Through emotions they did steer
Inside aching from the changes
Of pretending not to care
Tomorrow an opportunity rearranges
Of all clearances be aware
Time is precious through our waking
With so much to do and like
Never get enough in your making
When fate your beat will strike
Love is climbing through the sky
Every morning when you awake
From the low you will reach on high
With something better in the stake
Open wide like the opening books
You will find what you are looking for
In their prospects and their outlooks
In their layers and fresh metaphor
Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
From the freshness of your inside
Where love pages open up wide
And your feelings are forever a guide
Through the days your emotions glide
You are love to find and give
With the dreams that go on by
Every waking up to again relive
In your realization out and try
Through moments that haven’t had enough
In their search and dialogue feel
When they start to become rough
In your hours that are for real
Love is climbing through the sky
Every morning when you awake
From the low you will reach on high
With something better in the stake
You are love with day and night
Turning on in the set off morning
Everything that the day shall light
Through its ways and in its yearning
Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
Of coming hours and in their go
So much is still there to be seen
Anything that our differences know
And still lies there in between
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Peter also made this nice melody
.
Thank you all!
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
Feeling changes in what is real
Healing time close and near
You are everything that I did feel
Through emotions they did steer
Inside aching from the changes
Of pretending not to care
Tomorrow an opportunity rearranges
Of all clearances be aware
Time is precious through our waking
With so much to do and like
Never get enough in your making
When fate your beat will strike
Love is climbing through the sky
Every morning when you awake
From the low you will reach on high
With something better in the stake
Open wide like the opening books
You will find what you are looking for
In their prospects and their outlooks
In their layers and fresh metaphor
Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
From the freshness of your inside
Where love pages open up wide
And your feelings are forever a guide
Through the days your emotions glide
You are love to find and give
With the dreams that go on by
Every waking up to again relive
In your realization out and try
Through moments that haven’t had enough
In their search and dialogue feel
When they start to become rough
In your hours that are for real
Love is climbing through the sky
Every morning when you awake
From the low you will reach on high
With something better in the stake
You are love with day and night
Turning on in the set off morning
Everything that the day shall light
Through its ways and in its yearning
Through the sweetness of your smile
There is love in every beat
Doesn’t matter what is your style
In its inner most of treat
Of coming hours and in their go
So much is still there to be seen
Anything that our differences know
And still lies there in between
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Peter also made this nice melody
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Thank you all!
The Wind is Blowing
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Dancer of the Sky
By Peter S. Quinn
Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through
Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam
Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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By Peter S. Quinn
Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through
Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam
Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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Mr Peace
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All The World
Is Looking
By Peter S. Quinn
All the world is looking,
For some peace;
In beauty of nature,
To harmonize and please.
And in the lights,
Of things you see;
You shall be rewarded,
With the greenest tree.
For nature is like perfect art,
It bewitches your eyes with beauty.
All the world is looking,
For kindness of thought;
Every step forward,
Mankind themselves brought.
And if it's destructive,
They brought it self in;
All foolishness of any kind,
Seldom shall win.
For nature is one in every part,
And man soon pays for all his sin.
As I grow older,
I dwell on and see;
The beauty of nature,
In each every tree.
And colors of summer,
In blooms that glows;
And rivers with waters,
That freely flows.
Let there be nature on this earth,
Be its friends not its foes.
Our story continues,
As life goes on;
This purest of beauty,
Under the sun.
Where we are born,
Innocent and all free;
Together to understand,
Both you and me.
Let our values have a rebirth,
As our love for all life grows.
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Is Looking
By Peter S. Quinn
All the world is looking,
For some peace;
In beauty of nature,
To harmonize and please.
And in the lights,
Of things you see;
You shall be rewarded,
With the greenest tree.
For nature is like perfect art,
It bewitches your eyes with beauty.
All the world is looking,
For kindness of thought;
Every step forward,
Mankind themselves brought.
And if it's destructive,
They brought it self in;
All foolishness of any kind,
Seldom shall win.
For nature is one in every part,
And man soon pays for all his sin.
As I grow older,
I dwell on and see;
The beauty of nature,
In each every tree.
And colors of summer,
In blooms that glows;
And rivers with waters,
That freely flows.
Let there be nature on this earth,
Be its friends not its foes.
Our story continues,
As life goes on;
This purest of beauty,
Under the sun.
Where we are born,
Innocent and all free;
Together to understand,
Both you and me.
Let our values have a rebirth,
As our love for all life grows.
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Let Freedom Conquer
By Peter S. Quinn
Let freedom
Conquer our earth
Let it be our
Playful garden
Give every trial
Its own worth
Let this only
In peace be starten'
Every our new minute
Is to live
Prosper onward
And further grow
We must fight
For freedom's give
And tomorrow shall rise
In its glow
Let freedom
Be our singing on
Fill the air
With its soft melodies
Every kindness denial
Be gone
Over the green fields
Swaying trees
My hope is your hope
All the way
That to our load
Has been given
There comes a morning
Of new day
That through harmony
Is all driven
Let me be your guardian
As you're mine
On to the many roads
Here ahead
Stop every teardropp
Bring on sunshine
To those
That in sorrow bled
Raise every freedom
To its true glory
Those feelings
Must never be alone
Let our futures
End in a happy story
Giving the mood
And the right tone
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Let freedom
Conquer our earth
Let it be our
Playful garden
Give every trial
Its own worth
Let this only
In peace be starten'
Every our new minute
Is to live
Prosper onward
And further grow
We must fight
For freedom's give
And tomorrow shall rise
In its glow
Let freedom
Be our singing on
Fill the air
With its soft melodies
Every kindness denial
Be gone
Over the green fields
Swaying trees
My hope is your hope
All the way
That to our load
Has been given
There comes a morning
Of new day
That through harmony
Is all driven
Let me be your guardian
As you're mine
On to the many roads
Here ahead
Stop every teardropp
Bring on sunshine
To those
That in sorrow bled
Raise every freedom
To its true glory
Those feelings
Must never be alone
Let our futures
End in a happy story
Giving the mood
And the right tone
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Ben's Benz
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Yes! That's my Benz! I took this pic in France recently :)
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It's a Speed
Life's Game
By Peter S. Quinn
Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.
You, the driver of speed car,
Formulates through the years;
Rotten deals with feelings are,
Making clouds from tears.
Take the car and steer it well,
To lives fortunes and each fame;
You could likewise drive to hell,
It's a speed life's game.
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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Yes! That's my Benz! I took this pic in France recently :)
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It's a Speed
Life's Game
By Peter S. Quinn
Each love is like racing cars,
Driving through the final line;
Wounds from losing - all its scars,
Shiver up your spine.
You, the driver of speed car,
Formulates through the years;
Rotten deals with feelings are,
Making clouds from tears.
Take the car and steer it well,
To lives fortunes and each fame;
You could likewise drive to hell,
It's a speed life's game.
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You Are Sunshine,
You Are Rain
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You Are Rain
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All Her Days
By Peter S. Quinn
All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day
Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
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By Peter S. Quinn
All her days are softly going by
With some dreams to be forgotten
Like clouds that are always in the sky
Only to drift away and be forgotten
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
Life is sometimes a dream rising high
With every opportunity coming to be
Or some loneliness that cannot die
Only to become an inside part you and me
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
There are dreams that cannot be hidden away
In the mirrors of glasses that make a day
Every love song
is rising in high
With the times
that come with new spring
And its hopes
with the dreams still lie
Bringing worth
to recollections of old gone thing
Sunshine and rain
each day sunshine and rain
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Walk With the Light
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Take Me
As I Am
By Peter S. Quinn
Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere
Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight
Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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As I Am
By Peter S. Quinn
Take me as I am let me be a twist
A carefree word here to adhere
For knitting down the gist
Inside heart-roots gone austere
Like a love that begins from inside
And brings out a beautiful bright
Like a ray that in a shade might hide
Or a beam in an evening's flight
Give same love life’s giving about
Though sideways are with bare trees
And the morning is still in its doubt
For the coming of summer's breeze
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Blossom Tree
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By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
.
.
By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
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Mute
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Silences, Alone
By Peter S. Quinn
A silence comes within us all,
When we with darkness again fall;
A shadow creeping softly stays,
And show its vision many ways.
Everything my brain still knows,
Step by step into silences goes;
Dreams and feelings down it break’s,
Away my visions all it takes.
When I am alone and streets I walk,
Silences to me softly talk;
About the heart that was here before,
But is now gone for ever more.
A lonesome soul just only knows,
The restless silence that never goes;
Sharp and shining like a razor blade,
A forgotten love song now too late.
That echoed once from heart to heart,
With promises to never depart;
But now lies resting on its own,
Like silences that are still alone.
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By Peter S. Quinn
A silence comes within us all,
When we with darkness again fall;
A shadow creeping softly stays,
And show its vision many ways.
Everything my brain still knows,
Step by step into silences goes;
Dreams and feelings down it break’s,
Away my visions all it takes.
When I am alone and streets I walk,
Silences to me softly talk;
About the heart that was here before,
But is now gone for ever more.
A lonesome soul just only knows,
The restless silence that never goes;
Sharp and shining like a razor blade,
A forgotten love song now too late.
That echoed once from heart to heart,
With promises to never depart;
But now lies resting on its own,
Like silences that are still alone.
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Thoughts Captivity
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There Are
Obsessions
By Peter S. Quinn
There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart
Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust
We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled
Obsessions
By Peter S. Quinn
There are obsessions for every ride
Loneliness out there to stay
Shadows of night they sometimes hide
Into the morning and the day
Feelings of sickness everywhere go
Letting you down from the start
Something that only you know
Breaking and piercing your heart
Blossoms of cold in each fight
Nothing will give there any dream
Only the dark in the hour’s fright
With each their uncertainty beam
Oceans and waves that everything lacks
Believing nothing from its cast
Huge spaces of emptiness and blacks
All with their time to low and adjust
We are there standing in our wishing
Anywhere going for even some more
Part of us knowing some dreams missing
Nobody is forever of anything sure
Adapting footsteps through the streets
Of nobody's ways in a cruel world
Each of our emotion opposition meets
Scattering thoughts - dreams unfurled
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Tell Him
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Will You Ever Sing
By Peter S. Quinn
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
By Peter S. Quinn
Will you ever sing
Like the bird in a tree,
That the sunshine can bring
Inside to me -;
All is pleasurable now
With much wondering ways,
We will manage somehow
To get it through these days.
There is winter outside
Often it is much fun,
When the sully moods hide
And the shadows are on run;
Bring though again spring
For I feel more pleasure,
Happiness is an inside feeling
Perhaps the truest treasure.
Will I ever have more
Then I have with this all,
I should have said thereinbefore
Less is less and that is small;
Let there be sunshine
Before this day is gone,
It would be according to a line
I recently have done.
.
Darling
.
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Each Life is
Like a Flower
By Peter S. Quinn
Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
Like dreams that are going by
Or flickering flames by night
The open reddish evening sky
That falls away its light
When love is in our heart
There is so much there going
From the beginning it'll start
To give of its tender flowing
You become with flames about
And feelings that inside glow
For all the fire will be out
Like streams of a river to grow
When all is done you feel inventive
Like grass that sways in wind
And to the world assentive
So tender out sided skinned
With closeness to a life you are
And deliberated with roses
Each night you drift alone with a star
As love again to you apposes
Like a Flower
By Peter S. Quinn
Each life is like a flower
With leaves of green and yellow
And in the rain shower
They become quite mellow
Like dreams that are going by
Or flickering flames by night
The open reddish evening sky
That falls away its light
When love is in our heart
There is so much there going
From the beginning it'll start
To give of its tender flowing
You become with flames about
And feelings that inside glow
For all the fire will be out
Like streams of a river to grow
When all is done you feel inventive
Like grass that sways in wind
And to the world assentive
So tender out sided skinned
With closeness to a life you are
And deliberated with roses
Each night you drift alone with a star
As love again to you apposes
.
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