Laughter behind me
while the saxophone
touches the poetry within me,
Imminent in a sense
where a soul
is touched
calling me home,
Pages in a lifetime
satisfied only by a muse,
Which whispers secrets
spiraled in a vision,
Entwined in those dreams
which tell me the truth,
Some say that it's madness,
But you tell me who's crazier,
One who lives in this world of reality
forgetting how to have fun,
Or one who doesn't have a care in the world
and makes his dreams reality.
Sept. 24, 2000
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Written January 16th, 2002
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Well I write the date as I write them.
Then I go from there.
I've been writting sence I was 18 yrs. old
But I've been serious about it the last 6 yrs.
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Great addition to the collection. I envision these as several to a page... perhaps in chronological order?
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Thank you Ann !
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Oh YES!!.........i love it.....
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Thank you CafeAuLait !
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Very nice. Sounds like a dream... Almost reminds me of Dave Matthews, though I'm not quite sure why. I liked this piece very much. :-)
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Thanks !
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All I have to say is WOW
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