Peggy and Neil perform.
Creative performances abound each time we hear them
play from their hearts, touching our souls with
innocence and purity of musical atonement.
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Taking pictures in my mind, fulfilling the beauty of nature as it continues to surround me with it’s explicit reasons for being born.
Can you see or feel the heaviness inside me as I write of it, trying to explain it as softly and honestly as I can possibly do?Rearranging emotions, filing them away, taking them out again, always losing a place of understanding as I try to explain in plain simple English.Thinking instead, in my native language…
In the back of a mind, so many memories fill the
Saddened times no longer here, are still touchingstrings inside a feeling heart.Gently weeping through the years, of times remem-bered in the past.Softly, echoes call from heavenly causes held inside,awaiting an inevitable touch of associated love attach-ed to them.Memories, so deep, so sad, gently unfolding theirhands, allowing the good and loving times to touch andheal all…
Aggravating situations sometimes get out of hand
Defeated and beaten by the very life that borethem into being.
Statues of stranded thoughts left hanging in the balance of life with no where to call home, no one to care for them.
Stuck in between books piled high for reading, yet separated from any existence on earth.Left out in the open, unread, unlooked at, kept away from any other particles of life, encased in coffins of bereavement and stashed away in bare closets of empty houses, never to see the amazement and beauty of another mourning dawn.
Beads of light shining down on me,
on mirrored walls.Sojournly awaiting novel ideas to be situatedin thoughts, waiting to be written in time.
Stalling moments, trying to hold onto them to no avail.
never forgetting them while living.But where do they go after death has taken me to his abode?