The Night Smiled |
The night smiled,
Breathed deep,
The surge of the breeze all around us
Counterpoint to our kisses,
In perfect conjugation we conducted.
The sleepy town knew nothing
Of our secret, nothing of o...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 06:44:00 PST |
Star Children |
A sudden awaking,
strange and cloudy,
the night is still young...
darkness-the closed eyelids of frenetic children
phantoms appear from behind the corner
somewhere the last call of night is...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 08:27:00 PST |
Winter |
Winter comes in virginal desolation
The weathered man stocks his store,
In pure breeze and isolation
The mind shakes, heart cries for more.
It is in our power our will to create
To birth love ...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 10:58:00 PST |
The Winter Wake |
In the winter wake
When the storm breaks
The trees burn in amber
Act as special panders
Between the searching soul
And the doleful cold
A special light event
A salutary extent
The heavens are ...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 08:22:00 PST |
Strange Strangers |
What brought you here strange stranger by the lake?
Why does your head turn down, my acquaintance afraid to make?
What has happened in your day to bring you here alone?
What awaits you in the night an...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Fri, 01 Feb 2008 08:22:00 PST |
Man on Fire |
There's no one in hell that can bring me down
And when I go there I'm taking over that town
I'm the gunslinger of the western sun
I play eye games with strangers just for fun
I'm the lightning...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 11:36:00 PST |
Cool In The Shade |
Keep it cool in the shade man,
A cool in the shade
Keep it cool in the shade man,
A cool in the shade
You want to get drunk
And you just got paid
But keep it cool in the shade man,
A cool in...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Fri, 18 Jan 2008 11:08:00 PST |
The Origin of Mike Reinhart |
Mike Reinhart's father was Lorin Delroj of a traveling gypsy clan that traversed Europe performing plays of epic poetry and gypsy jamborees. Lorin was the leader of this traveling troup...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Fri, 21 Dec 2007 11:20:00 PST |
Spiders |
I tramp with the spiders-
Crawl and creep and sleep in the shadows,
But I weave no web,
No! , I weave no web,
So nothing is caught by my frightened eyes.
I watch and stare,
I hate with precis...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Thu, 20 Dec 2007 09:44:00 PST |
The Library |
It is a convention of souls
I do declare,
Said the minority voice
Letting its grief run bare
Time dies
History cries
Magic is explained
And in the air
A child dreams
A parent holds o...
Posted by THE REINHARTS on Wed, 19 Dec 2007 10:11:00 PST |
