Category: Category 1

Random thoughts in one of my many notebooks. Some are true, others not. Many things invented or given a  wicked twist while protecting the identity of  innocent and misdirecting the guilty. Hehe. While some of these find their way into the songs I write.

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Overheard at Dinner (where world peace…isn’t

May the bridges I burn light my way to the future!

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In the kitchen while salad is being made.

Do you need help over there?

Oh yes, institutional help for sure. But  you are a few years late…

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Mornings in India

Silk, are you decent? Always, I respond. I am so very disappointed in you he says.

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I want to tell him…I  don’t know how long I can stop the music from wrapping itself around his crooked smile.
I want to tell him….I search for words  where not even his shadow can  be found.
I want to tell him to go away, leave my thoughts, to do any and everything  so my voice won’t  conjure spells and color blue the eyes of dreamers.
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Bottled Up
In the end he became just another stimulant.
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Wearing White
Stop talking about it already. I know a guy and can make a call!
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All that’s left of you are picture perfect, beyond-the-reach of-mortal-hands memories.  All that’s left of you are silent movies, cowboy decadent. Forests waiting to be set alright at the foot of the Cobra King.

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I know she can’t tell the difference between honesty and self sabotage anymore.
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