I Want When I go to sleep I want to hear the crickets. When I awake I want to smell the coffee and hear the birds. To see the clear blue sky, Aahh what a wonderful feeling. I want to stand on the corner and play my music. Or sing the blues. I want the crowd to feel my joy, sadness, and love. I want to learn something new every day. And not forget what I learned the day before. I want to share what I know with others. Lest they make the same mistakes. I want to seize the day. And live life for the moment. With no regrets for what I didn't do. I want my heroes to prove true. I want to believe in myself. And not need heroes. I want to be the light in the darkness. The shoulder to cry on. To be there at the darkest hour. I want to love with all my heart. . . . And be loved.
Oh, you did it again. Fantastic. Thanks for the story you sent me. I will get round to reading it all. I have just been so busy.
The Spin Cycle So here I sit in my little corner of the world as I watch it spin day after day. No matter what I do or what I say the world just keeps spinning. Images and people flash by as the world spins. Here one moment gone the next and still the world spins and spins evermore. It gets lonely in this corner. I reach out to grab a moment in time but the world spins it away from my reaching grasp. Clinging tightly to the walls I fear that the world will sweep me away in its ever spinning cycle and I will become one of those images that flash by, here one moment gone the next, forgotten evermore.
Where did they go? Where did they go? I see them, but I don't see them. Images from the past fill my nighttime vision and rob me of my sleep. I remember the laughs, the cries, the good times, and the sad, but I can't see their faces. I remember football in the fall and camping in the spring. Their names call to me into the night, oh lonely night. What happened? Where did they go?
The Loner You see him at the end of the bar, nursing that last drink. You see him at the game, standing at the end zone fence. You see him at lunch, at the table for one. He is seen walking down the street, hands in pocket. He is at work, steadily working away for his piece of the pie. He is everywhere and you see him going about his daily life, by himself. Some call him a drifter. Some say he is a cowboy, or maybe a rambling man. Some even call him the outsider. He is in this world and he makes his way by himself. There is no one in his corner with a towel to wipe away the sweat, to pick him up when he is down. He is a part of everyday life; he is the loner. He sits in his corner of the world and watches. He sees you, he sees her, he sees the groups of friends sharing a drink and even though you may invite him in he is still on the outside looking in. As a youth he was the last one chosen. When you go to lunch with your friends, you will call out over your shoulder for him to join you, as you head out the door. He is in your thoughts, but more as an afterthought, and he knows it. Is this the way he wants it or is this what society has made him? Is it his fate to walk this world alone? Is this a result of his own doing? Does he wish to withdraw into himself? Is he like the turtle who draws inside his shell looking for refuge? Years of solitude have hardened his heart, or so it appears. He still cries when a child is hurt, the love of a puppy still warms his heart. He feels the pain, but refuses to show it. He is strong in his resolve to not show his hurt, but it is there. He knows he is last, he knows that people don’t hate him, but they don’t love him either. He knows not the close comradeship of intimate friends, for even though he as friends, he has not that true friend. He may marry and he may have children, but yet he is still alone. He knows the pain of indifference. Look around you, look at the ones in the corners, the ones sitting by themselves, think not of them as afterthoughts, but rather come to them and offer your hand in friendship. This is what he wants; no this is what he needs.
The Heart The heart is a foolish lover. Age nor distances have any bearing. The heart knows no limits, a world without boundaries is the realm of the heart. It ask not what you want, it cares not of the risk and it demands it all. The heart is a foolish lover.
My heart beats faster when I see his face I want to run into his embrace Time will never change my mind I chose the one who is very kind