Nights of Daytime

Walking through nights of daytime,
Monterey streets alive with crashing waves,
Heartless blowing of the wind
Incessant in its tear.
Sounds do shift eventually –
But only after the proceeding of the dark –
And lead me to a beauty that awaits the light
Transforming loss into love
And finding hope in stars above.

The daylight shift
Will cause a break
In mental anguish
Left to punish here
And put down the despised of heart.
A break will bring morning tide
And flush out all the rascals
Who caused the death and ravaged lands.
Light will shine and gleam.

Gentle fog adds to the glow of streets
Enwrapped by the surrounding mist
Coloring the colorless with hearty fluid
And bringing brightness
Where the daylight could not reach
The mist carries with it a hope for tomorrow
And a beauty that far surpasses
The loneliness that once was.

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Books by Marty
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Time Grains

Midnight passage belongs to those walk in the beauty of the light of the night and toss into the tomorrow the shallowness of their grave.  There is a perturbance that seeks to end the reign of time by throwing itself upon the hourglass nailed to the table.  Without allowing the passing from bottom to top, the grains of sand slide through today from tomorrow to yesterday.  They dwell only for a moment in the here and now, becoming along with the rest who have already passed through before, the basis of happiness, regret, joy, and memories piled along the outer edges of glass forming the history of what we call time.  Based solely on the resonance of vibrations emanating from the core, the passages again help to see the invisible thoroughfares on which we travel.  No one can see all the passings, yet you can feel them if you let your senses do so.

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Books by Marty
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Vibrations All Around

Hung in the hanging of temporary indulgence, the matters at hand matter very little in comparison to the essence and depth of the proceedings that will continue to resonate from deep within.  No matter the cause, the reception is still there, picking up on all issuances of feelings, energy, waves, and patterns.

The senses are overwhelmed at times, yet interpret the totality of the beings and place before the author of time the questions regarding such perception.  Is it a gift, or is it a down side?  To those who have no clue, the mere mentioning of it means nothing.  Yet, to those who feel the force that emanates, there is a desire to understand the totality of the picture.

In which to live?  Standing in the light that is emanating deeply, the pressures of each side push to the middle and resonate with the receptor.  He glides his hand over the perception of motion and gives it to the passing of time.

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Books by Marty
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