Blinded by the Sun: Thoughts Caught Within the Mind

By Seamus Guyver

A passage between the stars, the moon and the thoughts caught within all of us. The different emotions we hide sometimes when left staring at the sun feeling the moon within your mind. For all the people and chances that have gone before. Of all the times we felt so much alive and the regrets we hold like the dark side of the moon. Knowing the journey will lead us within the sun; changing our views. Feeling a step within life is just a change within our minds. Now feel the journey within one mind; take the time to ponder all the thoughts and feelings felt within one sun and the mood of this life and how it can lift you higher and take you down when you lose the focus of the road that lies ahead and people who move like ghosts within your trail. Knowing one day you will unite the Sun and the Moon and find a distant peace within your heart. This may take time and Journey will have many falls. But the road is just a reflection within the memories of our minds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Oct 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491879962

Seamus Guyver

A collection of thoughts and feelings while travelling between the sun and the moon. Born within two lands trying to find the peace that will untie my hands. Born in London of English and Irish decent, trying to find the balance of all the moods and views within what life has to offer and the way it changes us all.

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/21/2013

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Contents

Emotions of Open fields

Desires

Empty Room

Open Fields

Pot of gold

Walking on my feet

Drowning

Ghost

Angel

Friendly candle

Lost in the hills

Brief Touch

Changing Seasons of a Changing Man

Hard to find

Mist of life

Pouring Rain

Man in Black

Painted Lady

Insecurity

Sins of man

No more jealousy

Saviour

Boxes

Flying High take Your Soul up into the Sky

Echoes

One more try

Dream of you

Middle of the night

Drifting

Sounds of ’79

Flying in the sky

Icy Rain

On Your Own

Boat

Pebble in flight

Soul on fire

Stages

From Boy to Man

From Boy to man Part 1

From Boy to Man Part 2

From boy to Man Part 3

From Boy to Man Part 4

Distant cries of the world in which we see

Television pain

Distant wars!

Mighty Whale

Seven seas

Opening thoughts

Years Reflected in a moment of time

Imagination

Sun of the moon

Between Towns

Itchy Feet

Signs

Lost Again

Blinded by the Sun

Searching for Myself

For my son, Quinn and my family and friends; especially my Mum and Dad.

Emotions of Open fields

Desires

I

I hold you in my arms so tight,

In my heart and all through the night,

Under the moon that shone so bright,

An angel’s face I see throughout my life.

II

Another girl has taken your place,

Though all I see is your smiling face,

They come and go in my empty eyes

When they see love is lost within my stare,

Burning on the edge of my fires lost empty pyre,

Chorus

The pyre is lost within my desire

The fire is burning within fantasies of my soul

Captured by memories that will not go,

Keeping me within this place of desire,

Lost in the void that shows only you and me,

Standing alone in fantasies of my own desire

III

When I wake to find an empty bed,

Though the sheets are still a mess,

I see the girl who has done her best;

But in fantasies I still see your smiling face.

IV

I’ll always be haunted by my memories

Of how blind I was to let you go;

Never knowing you took my heart

My Anam Cara; my long lost soul,

Split at the start of time;

Darkness of time that keep you searching in life;

Fantasies that will keep you searching within the void,

Fantasies staring at faces on the walls,

Chorus

The pyre is lost within my desire

The fire is burning within fantasies of my soul

Captured by memories that will never go,

Keeping me within this place of desire,

Lost in the void that shows only you and me,

Standing alone in fantasies of my own fire

V

Now I’m caught between day and night,

As the clouds fill up my empty life,

Covering your guiding star along the way

Born in clay; but split in life

In the dark; will it never be day.

VI

Now I see you on the street

Passion makes me wish we could fly,

How could such lovers make each other cry?

But the fantasies I feel can never be revised

As I stare within your empty eyes

Knowing these feelings will never change

But now you just pass me by.

Empty Room

I

Sitting in a room so full,

In a crowd; but on my own

Staring through this smoked filled room,

Hazy mist engulfs us all.

II

Misty windows tell the tale,

Maybe a shelter from the outside world,

Only knowing it all will end,

Staggering home along country bends,

III

People talking so fast,

Drinking as their brain goes numb,

Slurring and staggering to the bar,

Hoping to get just one more

IV

Staggering round this smoked filled room,

Watching friends of mine pass me by,

As the walls close around my empty bar,

Hearing the sound to the final bell

Open Fields

I

I used to run through open fields,

Fields so full of dreams,

Now lost so deep within my heart,

Where I run too; when I’m lost in time

II

Run, run through fields of green,

Where love and peace has its place,

Hiding it, deep down and safe,

So no one can destroy my paradise.

Chorus

Fields are open in your life,

Life is a view with choices within your grasp,

You must consider the choices given to you,

We are all standing still,

Focusing on the choices within our lives,

How long do we stand staring at the skies of hopes?

Voices on the breeze say we must carry on,

III

Fields I have run through to find myself,

As I get lost inside my head,

Searching for the place I lost,

Searching everywhere with closed eyes,

IV

It’s far but so near,

Deep down inside of me,

Almost within my reaching touch,

But slipping through my open arms,

Chorus

Fields are open in your life,

Life is a view with choices within your grasp,

You must consider the choices given to you,

We are all standing still,

Focusing on the choices within your life,

How long do we stand staring at the skies of hopes?

Voices on the breeze say we must carry on,

V

Watching it skip and fall,

Just a lonely teardrop within my heart,

Trying not to show the pain,

While my heart fills with shame.

VI

Standing still but running fast,

Calling on my fields to break my heart,

Falling short on life’s sweet grass,

Watching all the people as they pass

Pot of gold

I

Finding my pot of gold

Goal to follow through

Was the hardest thing to do!

When you’re feeling so low

II

Searching round the trees

Up and down every hill

Trying to touch the sky

Keeping my dreams alive

III

Lost within a pot of gold,

Searching for my open field,

Peace of mind I hope to find

Searching all my life

Fields changing in time

Sitting in my open fields

Once empty; now

Trying to find peace of mind

Walking on my feet

I

Walking along the street

Always looking at my feet

Skipping, stuttering, slipping over the cracks I see

Just to fall in the potholes so deep inside

II

Staring at the different faces marching by

All their faces fixed on the ground

I want to get off this merry-go-round

Standing aside and watch the people go by

Chorus

Walking watching the footsteps of the past

Staring at the roads that have made me blind

Of the past in which we pass in a glance

Steps in the snow; of wishes that will never show

Walking on footsteps that reflect my thoughts

Target of the show in which we never know

III

Trying to make people search within their minds,

Ray of light to see through the darkest clouds,

First we must stop and take control,

Tap into the inner dreams and fears we hold inside,

IV

Only then can we stare beyond the darkest clouds,

Find ourselves within the clay of man,

Stop the hate and despise we see everyday,

Clear