Showing posts with label California. Show all posts
Showing posts with label California. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

A Beautiful Moment

The beach, may not have white sand,
The sea, may not be crystal clear, 
But the waves, kiss the shore, just the same;

The sky, with all shades of the blue band,
Yachts and boats, anchored everywhere,
And the wall in-between, keeps the coast safe;

Here I stand behind the bench, near the sand bank,
It's warm and sunny here, this time of the year,
Scenic place on the horizon, don't know the name;

Lost in this beautiful moment, hand in hand,
Time flies as they hold still, at a speed unclear,
And going back in time now, in words I frame;

Can't express all the details, hope you understand,
Such a breathtaking scenery, it's not my frontier,
And yet, here I try so hard, oh it's just lame.

Cheers!
Hammett

Saturday, October 11, 2014

A Moment In Time

Hanging on to a wonderful moment,
Everything else changes with a blink,
And you're stuck in a distant moment,
Forever there, forgetting to even blink;

Each passing moment, you become the past,
Shift of the worlds, yesterday no more,
And you're still here, it could be your last,
Forever there, staring at the closing door;

Just complicated moments, like this page,
No prior warning, it just comes crashing,
And you wonder, in an unfamiliar maze,
Forever there, every bit of it flashing;

Affliction they say, is your shining time,
When you think about it, rightly said,
And yet, time frozen in a distant clime,
Forever there, swirling around in your head.

Cheers!
Hammett

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

From The Unified Heart

A snap for all the love birds, 
From the corner of union square,
A picture and a few words,
To all of you out there;

From the rays of the setting sun,
The leaves of of the shady tree, 
The unified heart of all of us, 
To each one, one by one;

Spread the love, do not hate,
It feels good, not so bad,
Just smile, do not frown,
A good style, from downtown. 

Cheers!
Hammett

Monday, September 29, 2014

Story of the Lone Cypress

Here I stand alone, 
they call me Cypress, Lone,
Granite hillside off pebble beach, every lens I reach;
Surviving after scarred by fire, 
held with cable for 50 years, 
On the edge I stand here,
for over 250 years;

Seen and photographed by many,
I keep growing happy,
Between pacific grove and pebble beach,
out to the sea I reach;
Only if there were plenty, 
Here alone we grow and not many,
See you again till next time,
Here I stand till end of time.

Cheers!
Hammett

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Streetlife in San Francisco

Out here on the street, fretting about on my feet,
The night ain't too cold, and the city still awake;

Like a stranger, on the sidewalks of O'Ferrel street, 
Waiting for Starbucks to open, here I stand;

A guy comes up to me, looking for something to eat,
Offers me a diamond ring, which sure is a fake;

Asked me if I smoked weed, which I don't need,
I gave him spare change, of which all I had;

A dozen different guys, young, old, poor and in need,
Some of them for a fix, asking for something to take;

I better write a song, about this California street,
And sing it in the Union Square, after daybreak.

Cheers!
Hammett