Jay Guru Deva, Om.
Nothing’s gonna change my world.
OR
I Married Isis On The Fifth Day Of May (But I Could Not Hold On To Her Very Long!)
I’m working on some old old stuff. The elephant in the room. God Is With Us, but he isn’t. My bonne lies over the ocean. I’m on an Odyssey of sorts, but I’m looking for Telemachus, my prodigal. It’s a long way down, for sure, and the room, although much larger is all the darker. Wish me luck. Here there be Dragons.
I look out the window but I can’t see the sky.
It’s a good thing. Needed to happen ages ago. I should have gone solar instead of postal. I chose poorly. Time to stop running.
I’ll be your Tarzan, You’ll be my Jane
I’ll keep you warm, and you’ll keep me sane.
Ah… for once, I think I get what you are talking about…I think I know where your Bonne lives…
Ah, my darling friend… I am sorry you have to deal with it at all… but you are right, now, if not before. You were mauled and abandoned on the wrong road in the first place with that situation… and then you spent alot of time trying not to jump into the Abyss… access was denied on so many levels… not absolution, just perspective.
We can only change the decisions we make now… Lamenting decisions is a waste of time and energy… How will this moment be remembered?
Best of Luck with those Dragons… Remember… Puff was a Dragon too… Not all Dragons are as ‘orrid as you would think…
You are Loved… Don’t forget… You are Loved…
My good Friend. I along with Liz are saddened by your troubles. As you are a dear friend of mine I wanted to let you know that you were in my thoughts too And as my friend that loves music as much as I do I though of this when I read your post. Not my words, but my sentiments. And a reminder of that that is wonderful in your life.
Madrigal
Rush
When the dragons grow too mighty
To slay with pen or sword
I grow weary of the battle
And the storm I walk toward
When all around is madness
And there’s no safe port in view
I long to turn my path homeward
To stop awhile with you
When life becomes so barren
And as cold as winter skies
There’s a beacon in the darkness
In a distant pair of eyes
In vain to search for order
In vain to search for truth
But these things can still be given
Your love has shown me proof
Hope it helps a little. you are very loved
Jeremy