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Seasons Turning

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This is the end
You said it’s over
We can still be friends
But never again lovers

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me

You said with tears
That it’s better we part
That over the years
I broke your heart

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me

You want to move on
You can see a new life
You have now grown
Beyond being my wife

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me

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March 26th, 2013 at 10:39 am

I Know

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This is the end
You said it’s over
We can still be friends
But never again lovers

I know..the seasons will turn without me
I know..the rain will fall without me
I know..the sun will rise without me
I know..the leaves will fall without me
I know..the flowers will grow without me
I know..rivers will flow without me

You said with tears
That it’s better we part
That over the years
I broke your heart

I know..you will wake without me
I know.. you will cook without me
I know..you will cry without me
I know.. you will  laugh without me
I know.. you will have fun without me
I know..you will celebrate without me

You want to move on
You can see a new life
You have now grown
Beyond being my wife

I know..you will have a new home without me
I know ..you will dress without me
I know..you will look good without me
I know..you will sleep without me
I know..you will have new friends without me
I know..you will love again without me

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March 23rd, 2013 at 6:24 pm

One Day We’ll Be Too Old V2

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One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to give
So..Let’s give to each other
And help us better the life we live

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to listen and talk
So..Let’s cherish one another
And help each other grow through the knocks

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to forgive
So..Let’s forgive now
So we can be released to fully live

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to laugh and have fun
So..Let’s wring the fun out of our days
And laugh until we have none

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to hold hands
So..Let’s enjoy our gentle touch
And enjoy our simple pleasures while we can

One day we’ll be too old
We’ll be too old to kiss
So..Let’s enjoy our affection
So our best days have not been missed

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March 20th, 2013 at 5:32 pm

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Too Little, Too Late?

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We spoke last night
I said “I’m sorry,
I can make it right,
You should not worry”

But was it too little?
Was it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate

Does a broken heart
Ever really mend?
Does the buried hurt
Haunt us till the end?

Is it too little?
Is it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate?

True love it shines
Our lives to bless
To create and design
Needs forgiveness?

Is it too little?
Is it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate?

They say you reap
Just what you sowed
You get what you deserve
You get what you are owed

So is it too little?
Is it too late?
Has the hurt horse long gone
Through that broken gate?

Picture: The Conversation by Piotr Antonow

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March 20th, 2013 at 4:29 pm

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Dark Demon V2

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There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
It’s shapeless, formless and you don’t know what it means
It hides in trees when you go near
It hisses loudly when you try to hear

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
Driven by its own ancient schemes
It pushed our fathers to run or fight
It pushed our mothers round the fire at night

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
If it controls you now, you will never be free
It appears asleep in the mid-day light
But will eat your heart out in the dark of the night

When you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
I’ll be your port in the storm
When you’re cold I’ll keep you warm
I’ll be your port in the storm

There’s a dark demon stalking your dreams
A sword of light can make it disappear
Wielded by a knight it will transform
The dark demon to an angel re-born

It grows in the dark, so open up your heart
It grows in the dark, so open up your heart
It grows in the dark, so open up your heart
And let the light in

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March 15th, 2013 at 1:05 pm

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I hear you

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I hear you curse me
As I’m half asleep
The dish washer
Is loaded wrong again
Its beyond an answer
Or an argument

I hear you complain
That I’m not doing enough
That drip drip feed
Of wounding failure
Showing no edge or end
To what you expect of me
I’m overwhelmed
By the bottomless pit
Of your expectation

The picture has been painted
It’s a fixture now
Its my Dorian Grey
And its strangling me.
Its not me
Its just me in a bad light

We used to talk for hours
But not any more
To much blame and hurt
Strangle the words at birth
Perceived rejection
Is a poison
That grows in the dark
Strangling relationships

But I know….
You reap what you sow…

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March 11th, 2013 at 11:45 pm

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Knocking on the Door

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I don’t need no desert
To know I’m in the wilderness
I don’t need no burning bush
Telling me to pray or confess
I don’t need no lamb of God
Talking of redemption and sin
I’ve been knocking on that door
I just need someone to let me in

I don’t need no politician
To take me by the hand
Or to part the economy
With some magical command
I don’t need no rich man advising me
From the wave he’s floating in
I’ve been knocking on that door
I just need someone to let me in

I don’t need no market
To tell me what I’m worth
Or to hear about competition
And how if I work hard I’ll come first
I know now, I need help and the right wave
Before I can finally win
So I’ll keep knocking on that door
I just need someone to let me in

I’ve heard enough about the failures
That put me on my knees
I’ve examined every one of them
And I’m improving by degrees
It’s been a lesson in humility
But I’ll take it on the chin
I’ll keep knocking on that door
I just need someone to let me in

My glass is half full
As I learn the lessons they teach
I see lights of opportunites
But they remain out of reach
They say that in every fall
There’s a seed of a rise therein
So I’ll keep knocking on that door
Till someone lets me in.

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February 15th, 2013 at 1:52 am

Positive Vibes

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I can see far
By standing on the shoulders
Of those gone before

I can achieve much
By using the gifts
Of those gone before

By adding the right notes
To the great symphony
By finding the rhythm
and singing in tune

You’re living
If you’re still giving

The bigger problems
Come down to basic ones
The bigger relationships
Come down to the basic ones

The biggest journey
Begins with the first step
Sometimes its about knowing
Which tree to cut in the forest

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January 22nd, 2013 at 2:41 pm

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Her Swimming Pool – Song & Video

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Her red ruby lips
Her hair a lustrous brown
The way she moved her hips
Messed my head around
I forgot all the rules
When I swam in her swimming pool

On a night of stars
We looked in our eyes
We kissed and saw far
Beyond common lies
We were hot & the night was cool
When I swam in her swimming pool

I wanted more
She did not resist
She began to moan
And strain and twist
Her body tingled to my rule
When I swam in her swimming pool

Our quest was treasure
We duelled without swords
We valued without measure
We spoke without words
The look in her face was the fuel
When I swam in her swimming pool

It rained & it poured
I was washed anew
We played sacred chords
Heard only by a few.
It was mother nature’s school
When I swam in her swimming pool

In the aftermath sure
Her body moonlight shone
Her face majestic pure
And peace had silently come
A loving tenderness ensued
When I swam in her swimming pool

Her red ruby lips
Her hair a lustrous brown
The way she moved her hips
Messed my head around
I forgot all the rules
When I swam in her swimming pool

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January 19th, 2013 at 12:39 am

She Lights Up the Room

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She radiates light
Her smile lifts my heart
If she has problems
She keeps them apart
She has a lust for life
That inspires me to presume
She is beautiful
She lights up the room

Her hair it shines
Her eyes are bright
Her skin is clear
She dresses just right
Her calm poise
With a hint of perfume
She is beautiful
She lights up the room

Her spirit radiates
A love not artificial
It gives her a beauty
Beyond the superficial
She has a grace
And a vitality that blooms
She is beautiful
She lights up the room

For 5 minutes
She is amazing
She touched my life
Like a fire blazing
It was pure
And then gone too soon
She is beautiful
She lights up the room

I now pray for grace
To fill my soul
So that I could radiate
And touch people more
To open up my heart
And sing a better tune
She is beautiful
She lights up the room

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December 31st, 2012 at 11:03 pm

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