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] Date Posted: 10:18:20 11/30/07 Fri Click link to hear Audio http://www.supload.com/listen?s=2GIYTCLQ3LHX Life in a Moments Time There's a mystery to all of us only some of us will solve. In the far corners of the world the children gather for school hopping puddles, scraping knees, drawing laughs, or condemnations, dependent upon their temporary status in the community of youth It is universal that children are children, and laugh more than adults allow, the teacher talks of history, the children talk of yesterday, the things they learned on the way home, another secret is shared and passed, on the high noon, we lunched sitting on the half-wall at the Cathedral's corner I wondered why the pigeons always followed the children these are the things I see; The space between the changing focus of your eyes, your last breath of conciousness before you fall to sleep, how you move when you are finished speaking, where you put your hands when you are seated, the color of the earth at sunset, the mist above a lazy pond, the churning of a river in early spring, the blooming of the wildflowers, and the boldness with which they paint themselves along the slopes of open fields, the soft glow around my lovers face, the sweet angle of soft rain, the dance of ages in a fading midnight, These are the things I hear; The sound of the ocean in a storm The sigh of a child after a day of rough play, the laughter of people, how it rolls on the air the music my guitar makes representing my changing moods, the words I love you, whenever, wherever, the tone of my daughters' voices when they say, "thanks Dad I love you" the drumming of a distant thunder the trumpets of a better day the wisdom of the whistling wind, the calling of a rightous virtue, the high notes of bliss upon my mantle, We must never forget that the world is magnificent that the dog barks for a reason, and not all of them are bad, that the ocean is only miles down the road and a turn away. The moon sits in the sky spinning, the earth, the stars, the sun, all in accordance with the laws that sustain life. We didn't write these laws, therefore can't know everything but the man who seeks to hold what little truth he knows within his hand and walk with it will have lived a true and worthy life. Life is not lived in a moment yet moments are all full of life, I watched a full grown man ride a bicycle through the dirt streets of Jamaica with grocery bags tied to both bike and body I stopped to watch him pass me by, he smiled, to the backdrop of green mountains rising from the blue sea, as I felt his gentle spirit soothe my soul this is life: The touch of a lover, smile of a Mother, spring's first flower, the afternoon rain, the lakes, the rivers, and every blade of grass upon your lawn. Don't become a cynic groveling in the black, paint your day a costume of colors, bold enough to make a statement, soft enough to remain humble, do the dishes in the sink, take out the garbage, and kiss your children everyday, Why Not? There is a pounding in my brain, I believe it is my rhythm returning, as I feel it settle in me like hot winters soup, all the world is fine again: There were three guitar players, I could hear them in the distance, they were playing the songs of life, there was a drum; I am sure now, It was I who added the beat, soft behind the chords, with tenacious pace. Your drum would be different, there is another song written in the winds of today: Twenty-five years gone; I have lived them by my own choices, and loved the days when my heart felt peace. That is what I seek now, a softer life, less influenced by things I cannot change, more concerned that I greet the day with a thankfulness for its wonder, and strive to live as my soul suggests, so that I may rest well to greet a fresh dawn with a new vigor I woke before the others, grabbed my camera, and headed for the beach, waiting on the orange sun to slide above the sea I stood there near the edge of land and took my pictures On my way back home just as I was cresting the final dune I was drawn to the picket fence and the reeds that danced in the wind above it I stopped to put them in front of the sun and with the very last step taken snapped the reason why I had come "in another corner a man, guitar in hand, begins to sing;" He labors in his madness but knows the world is madder still his mind it won't stop spinning so he lets it go until he falls upon the mattress in his drunkeness retreats in to the fetal form and quickly falls to sleep he dreams about his childhood and all the glory he once knew all the pretty girls that followed him stuck to him like glue now the time has come where the smiles are displaced do they smile at the heart and soul is it just the face? I heard the undertaker called in the dark September night he was looking for my soul but he couldn't find the light he said that he'd be back again you told him I'd be gone one step ahead of dead my friend and life keeps movin on tell me bout the circus and the kids out at the zoo feeding peanuts to the elephants the way that children do thinking that this beast is friend, no fear cause they don't know it just might trample over them like some people they'll soon know I'm spinnin in some whirlwind, some kaleidoscope of pain I can't remember yesterday hell I don't even know my name I was just a juggler and for years now she's been gone she's not the one I'll kiss tonight, the one I'm counting on the yuppies they're all trading stock hoping to stay ahead of something that they can't define they toss and turn in bed the world is full of misery and I know I've had my share so I am here to tell you this, let me make it really clear you can't take it too seriously, you can't take it too light you have to just convince yourself that what your doing's right ortherwise you know my friend in time you will soom fall and all you'll have to say is it was not your fault at all Between the wind and the rain the day and the night is where you will find me still in awe of it all Further down the road a farmer plants his seeds in faith of the cycle, that it will bring him fruit for his efforts and thanks his God for the same; There is a story of Woody Guthrie and the Rainbow Room It makes for good reading This train is bound for Somewhere, Somewhere down the tracks, Where all things come together In a wink of an eye. ajs [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Mick [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 13:27:57 11/30/07 Fri Very nice andy. Wonderful delivery. I had read this one previously; so, I just sat back and enjoyed your reading. Definitely worth the listen. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: andy [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 19:41:26 01/04/08 Fri Mick, Greatly appreciate it! It takes some time to get to the end when I get on a roll so I appreciate you hanging in there. best, andy [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |