Days
Go By
Watching
the sun go down in the Pacific Ocean – reflecting
on a simple life – acknowledging the peace – being
aware of one’s own happiness with the moment – in
the moment.
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Flows
Like A River
A
picture, a story, a dream. In different times – the Prince
and his evening – music, firelight, the company of
an attractive and very willing companion – The simple
joys of harmless hedonism.
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Julianne
There was
a time – more like an era I suppose, that I saw things a
bit more clearly – I had a sister then – far away
and living with loneliness – I touched her with this.
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Who's
Loving You Now?
Having your
heart cut out is something I suppose we all have to
experience at least once – every so often, I am reminded
of just how vulnerable we can be.
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Dreams
I am told
that most dreams are fleeting – only lasting for a
few seconds at best – somehow, I sense that this may
not be true – Over the years, dreams have provided
me with insights and truths that I could not deny
– this strange consciousness, this veil that passes
over us as we lay helpless and subject.
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Leave
Your Love Alone
In the arms
of another man’s wife – a woman that was constantly
denied love and affection – foolish enough to think
that I could make enough of a difference – foolish
enough to fall in love, allowing myself to believe
in a dream that could never come true.
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Tribute
Dedicated
to anyone who has given their time, energy, and most
importantly, their love to someone who was very ill
and fighting with everything they had left to recover.
I have been there, I know from my experience that
we could not have made it through without your help.
Thank you for being there.
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Suzanne
Combination
of love, new world politics, personal frustration
and the desire to make it all go away by indulging
oneself in passion – temporary as it might be.
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The
Land
A place of
beauty and peace. A dream perhaps, an illusion for
certain, and yet, who really knows – the reward for
living a sweet life may very well be – silent bliss.
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Mont Saint
Michel
There are
simple themes that haunt me through the years – somehow
the notes strike a place in me that I cannot describe
in words – they seem to remind me of places or times
that, at least in this life, I have never known but
there is comfort there – and some level of knowing.
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