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Thursday, July 11, 2013

Forgetting

Run Far, Run fast...
Let the tear drops cover you 
and bathe you from the past.

All that stood reality
has been washed without a trace
There is no need to remind one.......Or ever show your face.

All attempts are futile yet
To defend all one becomes
Anyone that ever knew, will all too soon forget.   (PRP 2013)



*Perhaps what I remember and what others remember is not the same....and the way I feel is not what they felt...my motivation...never their own....Now I will never have a chance to ask... because they are now gone.  
Opportunities do not last ....they are dismissed into the past.  They disappear and are replaced.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

Mark Twain...Explore Dream Discover


"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
~ Mark Twain



Spinning the bottle of Time


SPINNING THE BOTTLE OF TIME

In the spring of ’69 –  
We all hung out for one last time
records spun of storybook lives
in rocking tunes on 45’s.
“Time of the season”, had come “Undone"
That Friday night we played each “One”.

We passed our yearbooks, pens and love,
engraved each cherished name above
So  Grade-school friends- too soon dispersed
Would not forget who loved them first.
                                                                                                                          
I whirled and twirled midst “Purple haze”
 arranged each memory as scrap book days.
It was “Helter Skelter” in party light.
“guess I had too much to dream last night”.

We learned that reality that “Love is Blue” 
 While holding hopes of “Close to you.”
“Grazin’ in the grass”, staring at the stars
And An occasional rumble from muscle cars.


The reverb refrain of  “Crimson and Clover,
echoed aloud “over and over”.
I hoped for a moment to find us alone
When I spinned the bottle “Turn, turn, turn.”
Off went the lights, then tables and chairs
Our Childhood games outweighed all cares.

 “Hello, Goodbye”, “Sealed with a Kiss”
Felt “ Tears go by”,“That’s how it is”
My  “Time in a bottle”  landed on you
It was My “Truth or Dare” so I picked true.

A bashful giggle, a blushing smile ….
The first  “Last kiss”…  for a little while.
On to separate,  grow up alone…
one by “One” forever gone,

 “The Summer Song”.. overwhelmed our hearts
As in the fall all made new starts
While approaching the morrow in the still of the night.
‘Puppy love” around the table, “Long as I can see the light”

“I think we’re alone now”  made memories cling
 but my hopes fell with a door bell ring.
I  held old Lyrics penciled in with my tears 
“Turn around look at me”
After all of these years.