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Silent Moon

in the hazy morning
begins to fade
there is remembrance
of limitless joy
vanilla petals at the feet
warm rays on the face
the wishing tree
reaches out
saves me from slight
to crave the wrong
I lay upon the ground
upwards to take in
your life story
collapsing down
everything you took out
everyone you brought in
awakening flowers in December
that herald your passage

C. Gandy 05-04-17

Influenced by listening to Mazzy Star.
Ohhh, that haunting voice from the 90’s!


Set in Stone

I write
to escape from the heartless world around me
I write
to step out of the indefinite shadow
I write
to show you how the world could be so different
I write
while I dream about bringing you home

I write
to elevate you out of your isolation
I write
so you notice I am more than words
I write
to reveal the truth and circumvention
I write
in the hope I’ll have you alone

I write
about all your pleasant features
I write
to let you know apprehension is just human
I write
so you feel all the sentiment I am releasing
I write
because there is nothing set in stone.

C. Gandy 04-23-17

Inspired by the melodic chorus to a song called Drive by Assemblage 23. Look it up and sing it. You’ll find it infectious. Try changing “I write” to “I sing” and sing the tune!

Why do you write?







tell me what you get high on
what you love about the afterglow
how it thrills
what makes you shiver
tell it to me again, again, and again

show me how you smile
whisper some hopeful treasure
how it allures
sing your personality
tell it to me again, again, and again

tell me what you get high on
how you season the days
what you imagine romance is made of
tell it to me again, again, and again

show me how you smile
be it undressed or beautiful
dream us breathless and inescapable
tell it to me again, again, and again

c. gandy – the long blue sky version

This was born out of a short poem I wrote as seen below. Then, I decided to transform it into a song poem with reinforcement.


Singing Sad Songs

I was standing by the ocean
looking down at the sand.
I didn’t see you come.
I didn’t see you go.
The waves were crashing hard
as my lungs roared with strife.
Backwash swept away your prints.
My impression gone to waste.

There would be no more encounters.
Destiny had lost her hand.
Even if I begged the gods
and gave up all I know.
The torment was eternal
as I tried to give you life.
The path was just way too long.
I lost you to my haste.


C. Gandy 2-21-17

A little inspiration from the tragedy of Orpheus and Eurydice.


Perfect Moment


glances capture
sugar heart confections
irresistible fusion
tranquility of attachment
serenade like a kitten
lullaby purrs


C. Gandy 2-14-17

Pun intended! The last of three cinquains in my Fire Wild Series.

Happy Valentines Day!



A Poet’s Love

the breath
of poet’s love
whispers magical fate.
blossoms come forth with emotion.
in suspense of a pure caress.
inhaling adventure.
hush. dry with truth.
on fire.

This poem is dedicated to my #musingbeauty, Diana.

When Diana and I first met, I wrote her a poem to soothe her soul. We lost contact for some time. We recently reconnected so I was instantly inspired to write another poem for her. After all, she is my muse.  She was asleep for awhile and now she has awakened. Hence #musingbeauty.

Diana’s website recently turned four years old.  I wish her success with all her journeys.

This post can also be found on my Instagram account.

Do you have a muse? If so, write something for him/her and please share on Instagram under the above mentioned hashtag.






Now I’ve earned my chance to say
All is quiet on New Year’s Day
To the depths of the ocean
There’s joy in shadowplay
These are the eyes of disarray
So plush and led astray
When the rain set in
The rocket man began to play

Gibsons held under lock and key
Looking back at the heyday
Couldn’t there be
A better way
If I could go back to the future
I don’t know what I’d change
Now music is timeless
For a better way

I’d like to go back the outway
And ask, “Annie are you ok?”
Time grabs me by the wrist
Still holding me at green day
Rock ‘n’ roll is on layaway
Artists made of papier-mache
Can labels ever get the gist
That talent isn’t throwaway

C. Gandy 1-3-17 

Last year, I started the year off with a fun poem so I wanted to repeat that performance.

This is not meant to be over-analyzed.  Of course, there is some good music out there. This points to the idea that music is not the same as it was because it is just not our heyday. So, what was your heyday?  Holly-Elvis?, Beatles-Stones? Perhaps, Mac-Zepplin?  I’d like to know.  If fact, this light mockery actually was written to a chip music band, Code 64, to a melody from their song, Every Moment, written in 2006! 🙂


Credits:  U2-New Year’s Day.  Joy Division-Shadowplay.  Stone Temple Pilots-Plush.  Elton John-Candle In The Wind.  Michael Jackson-Smooth Criminal.  Green Day-Good Riddance.

The Pardon


Some say
I am more rain than right.
Some day
There will be no more of this disguise.
It was not a vision.
I came down the mountain.
Simple, clean, and knowing no one at my side.
This is my condition.
With a primal heart in thumping
Houses of the holy handing out reward.

He saved my life.
Granted me a stay.
Though I know
I am more battered
Than one dare mention.

Some say
I have gone adrift without a fight.
One day
I will teach them the skill of compromise.
This is my decision.
No angel on my shoulder.
Standing for the right to choose this life.
Alive with the conviction.
Certain, firm, and steady.
I am of the mountain. I can help to build.

Saved my life.
I shine along
For a small moment.
Though I know
I am more damaged
At the hand of mercy.


C. Gandy 10-23-16

Image is a David Roberts lithograph.

Read this once. Then, go back and read it with passion. And so on…




A magic moment
reveals nervousness.
Hope runs timid;
numbs from within.
Sweet admiration
sighs for my touch.
Eyes persuade
trembling lips that
touch your breathe afire.
As ecstatic tears dry,
to the farthest world
we consent.


C. Gandy 10-7-16

photo edited and taken from the internet.

So Far

Your sadistic advice
Is of no use to me
Against a warm hearted soul
That emanates a message.
It was not the extreme.
It never will be.
Deluded rites place you
So far from the truth.
If you want me to be unkind
You will learn
That does not resemble me.
If you want me to feel downcast
I will unleash
A perfect hail of compliments.
If you would like me to be unpolite
I will show you
There’s enough doors to open.
If you wish me to look the other way
I will engage.
Put you on top of the world.
If you want me to wear a frown
I will decline.
There’s a promising day ahead.

C. Gandy 9-26-16

This poem was born out of the same emotional response as last week’s post, Befallen.
I guess one could say they are fraternal twins!

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