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Songs reflecting from the walls of my heart  Echoing with sibilance in chambers Deep within my resentful defenses Built from years of pent up fears and spent tears All it means is that she will never sing With her true voice and her true soul exposed Only...

Summer

snoop on the radio

SummerWalking hand in hand.Two young lovers.Screach of gulls overhead.Stolen kiss.Giggles looking at the dunes.Love blowing in from out to sea.Blanket and basket in the boot.Top down hair blowing in the sun.Snoop on the radio.Back before dusk.Two young lo...

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Twelve Hundred Hours

How long does it take to get good at something?

I read somewhere that it takes 10,000 hours of practice to become good at something. I would respectfully suggest that “good” is relative. I doubt that I have that many hours of practice on any musical instrument, including piccolo and flute, which I play...

Wedding DJ

Memories of a wedding DJ

Yes, I was a wedding DJ. I started in biz when DJ's were still considered a novelty. Here are examples of what I experienced. Wedding receptions fall into four categories: Great, Good, Bad and The Worst. The GREAT ones are comprised of about 15% of the re...

Easter, 1949

another musical memory

The more I try to recall whether I was three or four, the more convinced I become that I must have been four, because I was wearing a new, blue seersucker suit. I remember that suit distinctly, and recall wearing it to Sunday School at Catonsville Presbyt...

Writing, Internetting and Listening to Music

The result of my mind not switching off. No idea what this is, really.

Purple nails, they clack along the keyboard.Typing this tripe, listening to Metallica,Chatty chat, I go. My replies may be slow,You know? Running out of rhymes, so I’m not gonna.I’ll just type stuff, no idea of what’s coming,Quick change that loathsome tr...

"I'm sorry." "I don't care." "I wrote you a sonnet." Now he has her interest. "A sonnet?" "Yeah, like Shakespeare." "Why a sonnet?" "I don't know." "Is it a good sonnet?" He looks at her, his chocolate eyes meeting her icy blue. "I don't know." "Then, why...

Dreams and Whims

There is a very fine line between a whim and a dream...I call it 19.

Has anyone ever told you to "follow your heart", "dream big", or, my favorite, "reach for the stars"? Well, I'm not. I am merely here to tell you that there is a fine line between a dream and a whim. A dream is a five-year-old sitting on her swing set tel...

Blast your music, just blast it, Block out the thoughts Block out the disappointment, Block out the emotions, Bring on the numbness, I'm used to that,  bring it back, I don't want these feelings anymore. Blast your music, just blast it, Block out the viol...