Richard & Linda Thompson - A Heart Needs A Home

''Il dolce suono'' (Lucia di Lammermoor) - Inva Mula

Stevie Nicks - Destiny (Download Demo)

Minneapolis

U2 - Pride (In The Name Of Love)

U2 - I'll Go Crazy If I Don't Go Crazy Tonight (Live)

Radiohead - Scotch Mist

Christmas Food Court Flash Mob, Hallelujah Chorus - Must See!

LIPDUB - Hey Soul Sister - UVIC 2010

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (part one) by David Gilmour

Neil Young - Rust never sleeps

Life's Too Short- Daryl Hall, Diane Birch

Facing The Fictions Of Reality Poem #343

''Facing The Fictions Of Reality...
Singing A Song_ About That'

Very nicely. Title me that...What comes with the territory!
This exposure _I have found, whenever, I just want to get _Through.
Are_ these new beginnings more_ than they appear.
I just want to wonder for a while, as I grasp the wind.

To everyone _ these are true emotive pictures from my soul...
Such as it is. To_
Know that we are in concert and in constant range.
In breath _we breath our soul's life. What heart's express_
I just can't get_ out of here... If, I want this_ To be my true life.

As inspired by a song as a breathing range of do's and don'ts
I am not scared anymore....Why mention that? If?
I am going on from here...It is the life I wish to lead.
So many examples from the arts_ Of people living outside the box.

For just one moment here_ I would give up _Everything.
And in some ways _ I already have.
What will happen now_ Is certainly_ What I have been waiting for.
Not to say that one ordinary day has the means to casually conduct.

By certain means and atmospheres_ a truly new day .
For_ what is from Yesteryear...is now Here_...and
Then I feel the Time is coming on, and I am creating.
Just the band to do this ...Odd_ as that sounds.

If there is a camel in the eye of the needle, then
We need to bring it through.
In all of our honesty and dimensions of care_
We need to give our best to the best practice.

I feel the time is coming on_When, we will know ourselves _
To the degree_ Of perfect presentation. Whole confidence_
Everything that is happening has been arranged_
By this longed for_ desire to be free...and productive.

Formed in God's heart _ A Love _so brave
And so warmed_ To the degree, that one knows
What they are needed for.
Everything is just now_Here

And that is where I am... from
The edge of the precipice
In a state Of Grace.
Formed To Stand

Clear
and
True




Perfect_The music for this night.
Lindsey Buckingham singing TRBL in Milwaukee,WI
On the _(2BTFLCHLD) channel YouTube.

Mostly, folks, I just want to feel safe enough
To take my pictures.
This is what I do. It is a state of mind.
I hope you will ...enjoy my musings.
They are about being on the way to somewhere.

I hope and I wonder if...
I will find out_
Where!

Mostly now, I am in practice
_To practice....to practice

Being
Here

Now

with Love,
Hubert Rainfield,esq.
Now.

Where There Is Moon Light poem # 434

Hello Moonstone... I guess this is starlight ...Just In Time_ for your visit.
I hit the color key. The girls_ my daughter and her three friends are
Here...eating up the whole refrigerator... not really.

That was mean, actually, but, they're not paying attention to me.
Anyway, I am Here_ at the computer_ writing 'out to the world'
under, yet, another pseudonym_ hubert rainfield,esq.
God knows!_ where that one _came from.

So, It looks like you will be my second commenter, ever... If you so choose_
To participate, which I definitely_ hope you will.
I will definitely be_ By _your blogspot, but, right now!
I think I best get some sleep.

It has been very stormy for a few days...and I didn't catch the football scores.But all is right with the world,except _for all the things _That have gone wrong.

There is a very long list. I have felt the world's pain for many years,
and I have worn it well, but I have decided _not to be_
so unforgiving of myself, When I forget to say I'm sorry.
I should have done more, given more, been more, but I do_
As I am able, and it is a good thing that I am finally taking care of me.

It is a long journey to get to there from here, but on the way_
To being whole a person must take many stands and many bridges must be crossed and in the end there are the questions???

What If! So what! I can't I tried! It can be a mess and often is, but we persevere, and_
On the way we meet some very important people. People, who have something to say. People who care...people who need people.
Thank You for being _One of those people. and to all of your friends.
A hearty hello to you, as well.

As you can see_ Moon. I had a visitor earlier today, but just came across his comment, 1st one,ever, tonight. It's all good. I don't even remember the name of Scratch's site on Blogstream. He has a blogspot, too.

One last thing.. I originally had picked out this song Diane Birch's
'Nothing But a Miracle' for my greeting post to you,
but as you can see I also added on_some more... to the previous post.

I really like Daryl Hall's show and his guests are ...well You see.
He finds the lesser known musicians, but always_ excellent artistry.
He collaborates with his musical friends...and they create new pathways _ A tapestry... To remember!
To the greatness of true sharing and the company of friends.

I'm hooked On YouTube and www.lfdh.com _24 episodes Yow!

Layer This In Tones_Poem # 544

Layer This In Tones

Greetings to all who come...by
I guess Hubert has returned_ to _Within sight of destiny.

So, get this_On my first day back ...surprise.
I have had a visitor. I return and find that Scratch has come by.
It's one of those things.
A complete and utter surprise.
Just today I said to him_ In a comment _ A 'truth telling''
That_We had_never spoken before.

I commented to him_ After reading at his site.
He was very gracious and now we are communicating.

Way back in my early blogging...three years _ or so...ago
I was in awe of the mastery _He had _
In his chosen writing style.
The subject matter was beyond my ken,
But the writing was first rate.
I was struck dumb by my inability
To approach_ the writer.

I thought then _So much the better.
I wouldn't know _ what to say.
I may lose a friend _trying to be honest
about what has occurred.

What is most true now.
I am expanding my world
By accepting someone else's''Truth''

As a more direct assignment _ He
Has made my existence...much more complete already,
because he has sensed my capacity to grow and expand.

What are these frontiers_'We Find'
When, What _We truly seek_Are the answers_To True Life.

I* feel a whole lot more comfortable already _That is a great truth.
What Was I Afraid Of???
Just my own Mind working overtime.

Scratch...Hi! Just one more thing.
Thanks for coming by.
This new opening_Taken from_ An old and in the past _Fear...
Has passed_Now.

This work ' finally expressed' may already have been done. I don't know_
But I am glad to have publicly acknowledged _my injustice to you.
Your Truth.

Any thoughts I have extrapolated here_
Are basically from a long time ago.
I have not tested the waters- in a while.
Can I say _It's All Good...Now

But, Know this_ Even back then,
I always admired _Your great talent.
You are that good,Sir.
All my best and have a great day,
Hubert Rainfield,esq.



Just an added attraction...I love the 'Live from Daryls House'' show
This weeks attraction (guest) is Diane Birch. This tune _
'Fall In Philadelphia''_was picked up at YouTube, but each episode_
Of which there are Twenty-four Is located on You Tube or at the
LiveFrom Daryls House site ( www.lfdh.com)....
for anyone, who doesn't know_That is Daryl Hall of ' Hall and Oates''

and his band... This was a great show....one more song.

Hope Well_There Is A Time For Everything Poem #177

There is A Time For Everything _Hope Well!

Versions of wonderment and the eddies of time.
The visions of this way_is in the decline.
I have a rhyme and a reason for demanding the search.
I am the vehicle and the destiny of my birth.

So we come to the hammer and nail of this theme.
It seems I am commanding an order_ of work.
I want to have the control and the depth.
And the feel for the values and colours, of yet.

So you , my dear reader, are here on the verge.
The very green edge of this line in the dirt.
I write sometimes, most often or not, as a vague compression
of instants, ahead_ They come to me on these errands of time.

Wherefore, In this baked head of mine, I afford a slender realm.
It is certainly an experience to have had the locus and tell_to point.
The perception of words that I wrote_ Come falling through space.
Gathered around me, as much as they will, I waite.

So in inspirational terms, I am thinking_ most evenly on the pursuit.
It is a balancing act, between thinking , I can, and it won't hurt.
I want to roll off the top of mast and hold the sails forth in the wind.
There is a real wielding of servitude and the resolve to make the end.

What's more, To erase the wind at the door. Vaguely stroking my pen_
I hold the catch- basin onto the floor above my head.
What falls from above comes, but easily and scrubs the edges...Of
the Reality of mostly_hidden dangers_ Vacuity and arrogance
What is? What can't _Be_ I am saving these words to mine.

Apprenticing to the love of the reason_ Enticing the words.
Bringing to be the flow of my aggregated division of Being.
To be mine in a way that works for the message of life.
I hope that I can measure_ in ways, that lend for new constructs.
I am not waiting to question or ask, I am reasoned_ for all right ways.
To know, that I believe at this point, there is a purpose. In play.

In the way that I work my cause-way...Path_I know that I am alright!
I have a plan and it is to value the element of presenting_ In the hour.
In the moments and minutes and seconds of time, I am swinging _
Above the clouds of distraction, where fear would have had me before.

My vision is to conquer the angst and the agony of disbelief...In
My practice to display the versions and visions of a confident spirit.
Thrown through the window of time, I am controlling my fear.
What I have now is a simple confidence. I can do this for you.

So as you can see I have made another day and there is a lot more.
I have lived my real life actions in good faith, and I am true.
I worked my questions into these moments and there is the birth_Of
The answers that tell me I am worth my greatest test.

Whenever, I hope and know_ I have been grateful and full of love_
I feel the plan of my life is true, and that I am serving my purpose_
With faith and control, I am coming to know_ how I can carry the water_
Of the time, that is the now time_ of being in this life. To finally__
Do the work, I came to do.

In bravery,.. I will not wilt, and I will not suspend. Though_ an
Ordinary_ I ,_ I am here, and I am well suited to the knowledge of me.
Finally, comfortable and fearless in the face of certain questions,
I pursue the resources _of the notes in my head.

If it all seems a fantasy and not true, that is just the way it goes.
I am just back from taking a call. By phone and by land . The end.
Over and out for now. If you know me at all that is the way things go.
Really there is nothing to hide, I am an experiment in time _Theatre!

Forgiveness, and practice and loving the place.
Being a servant -in the faithful indulgence_of the believing in God.
I practice my version and vision of being a practical matter.
For the light of happy persuasion_of loving the time. Spent.

I am out of the door, and I have just went and gone.
Preparations for the morrow of days to come.
I am not eaking out the expense of deriving hope.
I live with the full basket of dreams to be had.

LOOKING FOR WORDS THAT FALL FROM ABOVE!
Hope is alive! H.Rainfield, esq. 4/2008

Lost and Alone _Somehow We Get Back

I am a so happy to finally be back. I have recovered my web spot on the former blogger, which is now a google product and I' m now back and I will be using this site again and it feels good.

It feels really good and I mean it ...wow! yikes, I have come to play and it will certainly be a place to experiment and use the technology that is here and I will be growing this one, because it has advantages over my other site and that is no bull, but I just feel good about finally getting it back, after having messed it up a couple of years ago...2006, I think. Really, just now, I got the deal done. Wow! again.

Now off to John's blog to make a comment. What a day. This is great. can you tell_I am happy.Yuh! Sincerely, Hubert Rainfield, esq.

The Original version of Synaptical Control- Revolution In Frames

Versions of Synaptical Control- Revolutions in Frames.

Let out the truth of context and control
Pull down the wheels,
that roll up under.
Lift the wings
that tear at the portal way.
Ahead, to seem, arrival
Has been found.

Should I understand
what I have wrought.
Knowing not the dream.
with mute calm and breath held.
Telling statement told.
Linking, remanding my proof.

I have answers sworn.
Beliefs that do
'Adorn'
and grow
within.

Miracles are plane and simple.
Perception is
received.
I am man,
being here.

Listening, Listing lines.
Words spoken
Received, volume
Up
Quiet Motion.

The feeling is believed.
I am Me.
Satisfied for Now,
because
I risk the loss
of Center.

Knowledge of Truth.
Not Perfect,
But Proof
Of Life.
Formed,
Received .

I believe
in You.
Believe on
Me.
A lantern
for
Love
Alive

I am
Drawn to life
by your command.

Dumfounded _Now You're Talking...raison d'etre

1. Dumfounded and deadpan ugly
2. Actually I am quite beautiful...inside. The degree of separation from truth and light is paralyzing.
3. Uga-buga is an obscene gesture. I want to believe that I believe, even when there is nothing to believe in. I love you. My simple mind is in control.
4. It is a fine evening for caterpillars and now the death threats of our great early warning weather persons. Strong winds are threatening and be very worried if you cross bridges. Seriously!
5. There are huge bolders. Got to do what you got to do. Churning rapid thing. Lots of rain. Please God ... Let the blue tarps save us.
6. Devastation... and a lot of people have suffered and I should not make remarks...such as I have, but best that I reveal my sarcastic/rude side, too. Possibly, someone may be sent to rip me a new one.
7. I am hereby apologising for what I am sure was a futile and ridiculous attempt at levity and not intended to do harm.
8. I am embarrassed that I have not yet found the key to a smooth transition ...to a fluid location of the voice of me and my portrayal of this life language that wants to explain, where it is.
9. Here is the key. I always work in a totally distracted state. I cannot seem to extract the silent work area. This is not work or sport. I want it to be The Truth of me. My reality in real terms.
10. So here on a night, when I had no intention of doing what I need to do...I await the heavy rain and wind. A bad morning ahead. We will be just fine. Be strong and wet. Wind gusts up to sixty miles per hour. Oh my!
11. Sarcasm, ... more sarcasm or just say goodnight. Seems as though sleep may do more for me, than any more typing. This is hardly writing. Turn off this flow of goo.
12. Good day, Hubert Rainfield,esq.

Early In the Light of Love Sublime

1. I can find a way to begin, because it is right here at the ends of my fingers. I was hoping to get serious someday and find a way to be truth telling and still open to the moment, because the fluidity of the elements that I find have a friction and a verve for my senses, and I want to do this while I listen to a show I am not watching, but my wife was, but she left the room to go finish sewing a costume, she is doing for the nutcracker- That would be " The Nutcracker". The famous family fare for ballet school aficianados. My daughter goes to a very accomplished ballet school and every year they put on the Nut. And it is always redressed with new costumes and my wife has come up with another wonderful costume change for the five Chinese dancers, who are members of the troupe that come to Claire in her dream of a wondrous fairytale night in a Christmas world of snow and warmth and wonder. Sublime aren't I? Not.
2. This works. I don't know what I did to get this format, but I'm going to go with it. I think it means, I'm not supposed to spend too much time on any one thing. And that is ok with me, because I remain an experiment in confidence, and I want to break into the field of creating elements and controls, that have the zing that I need. I 'm not sure what I need. Mostly, I think I lack purpose for this vebiage that you see. Who am I talking/writing to? That must be me, because I am the only one, who reads it and it is a pleasure to say that it is all original .
3. Each paragraph is numbered. I hope I can figure out how to do this again. I spent much of the weekend reading other peoples blogs and so many are what I would call absolutely useless. For o' so many reasons...not worth repeating. My work on the other hand has integrity, because one day I will hang my hat on the past posts, that only confused and delayed the inevitable. The final discovery and unfolding of greatness... The one, who is me.
4. Cute. Life is wonderful. I talked to my parents in Virginia today, and they are quite well. My mom (is that capitalized/). What kind of writer are you? Back to work. That is why there is editing and I only write free-style at the moment, so this is the result and it passes as a futile, but not lothsome attempt at a glib reparte. I do not believe that for a second. I will say that mom and dad worked a water table at the Richmond Marathon yesterday. The weather was astounding and it was a great event for everyone and my parents as well. They both were in the service in WWII. Proud of them and I always thank them for their service. My attempt at being in the Navy was cut short. Not the way I wantd it to end, but there is quite a story there. Someday, maybe?
5. Nice. I am quite full of it tonight and that is good in the long run, because I am eventually working up to a real production schedule that will include deadlines and games for me to attain... The outcomes , that I will portray as the soul purpose.. of even beginning this way...will come down to reaching a balance of work and family and home and prayer and purpose. Getting rest and exercise along the way. This is the end of my first year as a blogger and I have come a long way...on the way back to where I used to be, when writing was my game as a student and connoisseur of the artfilled life of travel and engagement. Once upon a time and then life happened and I fell by the wayside and became ordinary,but very responsible.
6. Life is short... and if I am to get everything... I need to do before bed ... done, then I must wrap up the deed, that this has been. I would say that ...On some level it has been successful and I can be proud and happy, that I didn't let doubt get in the way. Actually, since noone reads it anyway... I can say that my other blog is on Blogstream and it is under the name-"Indubitable Paradox". Just type that in and you get a world of wonder and a pretty good blog... if I do say so myself. I'm a comer and this is going to be a really great year. I am looking forward to it. This blog is getting to be something,too. It really is about the integrity of believing in yourself and knowing that you have something to say. Only one of my sons has read either one. He was bemused, but said I should keep it up if it makes me happy.
7. The end comes here. Finally the weather in Richmond was ferocious today and my dad, aged 84, said his basement had flooded and he had been down there ...mucking it out. Fortunately, it has floor drains. My mom, aged 82, is recovering well from hip surgery. It hasn't been a free pass by any means, but they are getting the healing recovery thing accomplished with great spirit. Both Mom and Dad have been real troopers. They are doing the hard work themselves, but their friends, family and neighbors have also lent a hand. I'm out here on the West Coast, so my encouragement has been thru...being in touch.
8. All three of our boys are at home tonight ...in their own homes...with their own lives...Yipee! See I do care, but have no more time. Goodnight all. Hubert Rainfield esq....signing off /um?