SunSet SunRise - By Frank Blacharczyk

SunSet SunRise

The days are long when we are addicted to self
Like a leaf we need sun and rain
The autumn winds bring colour no one can duplicate
Feasting on a masterpiece painted by God
The rain ends the growing ends the warm colours a frigid memory
And the falling snow paints the colours black and white
Sleep sweet dreamer with a coat of many colours
Sun sets only to see God's painting the night sky then the sun rises
From nowhere somewhere a divine wind and rain revives
Resurrection awakens re-birth hope in the soul
A sauna created by the excitement of the sun
A welcome alarm clock to raise the dead and the dreamers
The days are long and disagreeable when we are addicted to self
Like a flower we need sun and rain to have a blooming life.


- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk

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Looking Back - By Frank Blacharczyk

Looking Back

I stand on this plot of ground
thinking about my life
the good I have done the bad I have done
the love I have created the hate that I stirred
My autobiography is filled with happy moments
painful moments
The world I see before me is not the same
neither am I
God seems so close at times yet at times so far away
An anxious mind creates restless thoughts sleepless nights
Time is now the past is but a memory
hazy and biased good or bad replayed with a new script
some scenes better left on the cutting floor
This world I helped create helped to create me
regrets have become my drinking companion
I stand on this plot of ground breathing in
and breathing out the life I have lived
I have seen sadness and joy both can be misguided
when I was a child I looked to the future
now that I am old I replay the past
I have walked on this tightrope swaying side to side
balancing these frisky emotions never looking down
having faith the safety net has always been there.


- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk

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Can’t Talk Right Now - By Frank Blacharczyk

Can’t Talk Right Now

Two people ran into each other
stood side by side known yet unknown
saying hello then sliding into an awkward silence
like an old western gunfight suddenly
a duet of  ring tones that has taken music hostage
they reached for their souls
to see who had the quickest draw
and to their relief a touching moment
quickly typing with insane giggles
their thoughts playing the keys like a piano
in the end they acknowledged each other with a nod
with a good-bye slipped it back into their holsters
patting it like a baby's bottom waiting for the burp
they walked for a moment but like a pack of cigarettes
they reached for their cell phones lighting and inhaling
staring at the screen to see if their popularity was still intact
as they were staring downwards the person they were tweeting
walked by without a peep just a nod.



- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk

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Me and My Shadows - By Frank Blacharczyk

Me and My Shadows

I see shadows when I close my eyes
shadows black and white scuffling
looking for somewhere to go
some shadows are still and stare
some shadows walk away
some shadows dance with a strobe light in the background
I drink I pray I eat I hope I dream I tremble I watch
Don't you see I don't understand what's going on
Don't you see I can't see what's going on
What is reality mom what is reality
Turn on the TV my child turn on the TV
I see lips move I hear vacant words eaten like junk food
Something is missing something is lost
is it my cat is it my dog is it my sanity is it my freedom is it my love
Twists and turns people tied in knots
shook up and shaken sit by the water for peace
a peace of mind with no desire to leave
a peace that surpasses all understanding
I dropped my feet into the cool spring waters of Lake Ontario
As the water rippled gently upon the shore
it spoke to me massaging my rambling thoughts



- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk

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Fell in Love, sort of - By Frank Blacharczyk

Fell in Love, sort of

I fell in love was it chance was it a twist of fate
Looked into her eyes and fell in love
I fell in love as I saw it
thought it would be a made for TV movie
sitting in the audience watching the actors
wishing I was one of them
I fell out of love as she saw it
Love was supposed to be a song a gold record but
she didn't buy it and fell out of love as she saw it
Looked into her eyes and I saw a storm
Holding onto lightning as the thunder got louder and louder
When human nature collides with artificial love the fantasy melts
Looked into her eyes and saw disappointment and sadness
Holding grudges for a reason or no reason 

Sucking it in like a vacuum cleaner 
Never cleaning the clogged filter
My song was a pop song a one hit wonder 

Once it left the charts I was done
I hear footsteps following me only shadows are dancing
The unwelcome song starts and stops inside my brain
And all I can do is dodge my past

As the music becomes louder and louder
And hope for a twist of fate.


- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk

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The Poet - By Frank Blacharczyk

The Poet

I am a pretender a jealous guy
You move inside my head like a queen
I am your unworthy subject then you whispered my name
I’m a drifter a poet who’s always searching for the right word
A fallen leaf travelling with the wind here there everywhere
Your touch knight’s me and we play in my fool’s paradise
You squeezed my hand and we flew above the clouds
Lovers who do the impossible here there everywhere
in a world that doesn’t exist
I am a pretender a drifter a poet
a jealous guy who sees a world that doesn’t exist.


- Written by: Frank Blacharczyk

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Last Night I Dreamed - By Jeanne Fiedler

Last Night I Dreamed

Last night I dreamed
I was in a golden forest
with sunlight sparkling
flowing trees with
crystal dew drops

The horizon was also
golden and gleaming
I felt much warmth
and love inside of me

I started running
as fast as I could
but could feel the
endless and lightness
of amber raindrops
cleansing and pure

The divine was pulling
me out of the darkness
the hues in the sky
lit up in yellow/violet

The radiant moon
spread out and expanded
its gentle glow towards
the whole space I
was floating in

If I had fear
I had no more
I was growing
into the beams of life
which took me for a
ride to the postive place

The milky way presence
making me feel like I
was rising with the
peace of the earth
and its healing

I dreamed and dreamed
I was a candle and
flame for joy and
serenity.


- Written by: Jeanne Fiedler

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