'salude'!

every night I unplug my elect. guitar and strum with just the sound of the strings and play till I fall asleep.
woke up on some occasions with it still laying on my chest lol

"sweet summer storm"

Athens

how's that for meaningful?

meadow flowers springing waterfalls
you crashed upon my shores
like a summer storm
washed away my disbelief
in love so sweet and pure
my eyes are open and arms are open wide
(chorus)
how did happen where did you come from
... I'm loving all of this
And I'll hang on through it all
Go ahead and make a fool of me
At the end of it
we are gonna see
the beauty -that's revealed..


no words that i could speak
could describe what's inside
of me...
I'm bursting at the seams
of what once anarchy
Take me away on this magic carpet ride
I'll enjoy this flight
If you are by my side

this damsel and this king
aboard this ship of
fantasy,,,,,,,,,,

I play elect.,acoustic, and some bass






I'd sing "hey jude or bridge over troubled waters..

arghh can't go to sleep....

dazed for days
this fickle maze
of things I once forgot
the pages turn with all I learn
waiting for the plot
a story soon unfolds
the epic tale of romance lost
the nights I've pondered what it costs
to pray the price of true desire
to write the verses in my heart
the lands I've yet to chart
awake again it's 10 till 3
oh the stirring inside of me
to be so bold, so strong
in loving arms I shall belong
I can wait- for nothing great
comes quick or undecided
I'll gladly cherish and accept
what God has already provided

dear diary -still awake, kinda euphoric at this point ..
wheeee...

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Dear diary it's 2:16 a.m. here and i'm still on the computer
the body is tired but the mind is wired..

mysteroso

thank you for clearing that up Fanta- is this the already placed
"patriot act"? or something different

the letter falls from her trembling hands
her son shot dead in a distant land
her mind reels a lifetime lost
of Sunday school and birthday cakes
the sound of his voice still clearly rang
"I love you mom I'll soon return
again the guns of 21 ring true to honor him
the f-16's proudly soar in skies so blue and white
and remind us all once again:
this war is our war, not forgotten
not propaganda
the souls and hearts of many a man
committed to serve on our behalf
I don't condone this endless loss but applaud those
who dared to cross that great red line of fever storm
where hero's are so often born
I salute with dilligence those fallen by the way
for which this country's freedom is
delicately paved.....

yep we are sadly venturing from 1)republic to 2)democracy and finally now 3) communist America


soon the jack booted thugs will be kicking down the once free doors of society.

having that information is only a doubt or temptation to those of a weak or unstable constitution.

I may be odd for thinking this,but I believe that it's possible to love certain old flames and still keep their memories old #'s and pictures. reason being is: they were once a part of your life that you can't deny; good bad or indifferent they had some kind of effect on who you are today. and the moment you deny what was is the path to forgetting who you are.

Thank you- this is a poem that i'll be transforming into music soon.

Volkswagen and mazda for me