Seeking a pleasurable existence, I turn inward, finding my way through a personal hell caused by others on the way to find myself again.
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A little boy singing, a little boy dancing.
Birds and animals and insects as well, all flocked about him,waiting to hear his latest adventures.Filled with curiosity they patiently waited to ask their questions.A heart goes out to the young fellow – knowing he can’t really communicate with his animal friends.He could only pretend.What is the good of pretending when you can find something…
Two people singing about love being lost, crying over it’s death.
A steady rhythm being placed in hearts of many as they are brought to their knees in hopes of reviving the love they so desperately wanted.
Reality stands before us, asking difficult questions in life.
Getting real, speaking of the concise points of issues between us.Taking us on journeys where we find our true selves and share who we are with one another.Unfolding our lives and spirits, along with goals and aspirations, sharing our thoughts as we walk through life.Bringing us closer together with every moment spent in friendship.
Holding love through years of marriage, feeling it’s thorns along with the joy and bliss of being together.
Hearts being held tenderly, gently with care of a frail human being one to another.All our love collectively gathered and etched in the scars of our hearts forever, keeping us totally honest and upfront with each other.A pure, aging love, tended through years of our marriage.
Singly rowing towards asinine problems, hoping to derail them off crash courses and into cisterns of unbelievable categories.
with selfish thoughts and finally cleaning everything with solutions everyone can live with in life’s short order books of destiny.
Backstage Crew, a live band at Buddy Stubbs, playing all the songs I love to hear.
Listening with every sense, tasting notes, feeling them in my soul, seeing them through colorful visions, touching them with my mind, bringing everything thoughtful to fruition.