:-6,,,:guitarist,,,,:-6
We are in a new,, and to me,, a very interesting part of a discussion that has been going on in this world for centuries, I believe it can bring out the best in what this whole idea was about when the plans were being drawn up for different perspectives to live in the same place,, and actually understand one another.. I imagine this discussion as merely part of the process..
We all know the truth lies within,, but finding the letters that go together in any language to bring this certain truth to light, is a gift well earned for sure,,, as the painter knows to well, merely spooning out the endless flow guarantees that every picture is at best,, a work in progress.. I've always thought drawing the picture was a short cut to anothers perspective, but I can see now, like the writer, it depends on the mind of the reader, whether the true message is delivered, as if it matters..
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The reality being, some come for one letter,, some come for one verse,,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and these are the things that inspire.
I realize now,, I must to make room no matter what the result,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, and stand and sing to the choir...
The sanity of my own state of mind is at stake,,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,from a pressure in my mind I don't know ...
As this strange need takes over,
,,,,,,,,,,,,I can't help but worry while enjoying the flow,,
I can't help but think what a fool I am,,,,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, to relax and let go..
Hoping to help those to come,,
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, in choosing the seeds they may sow....
~~~~~~~The Blind Squirrel~~~~~~~~~
The saddest thing for me,,
is being aware of how a population can be duped,,
watching it happen,, and told I'm nuts for mentioning it..
Raising the bar is a process...
Raising the bar is a process...
http://www.leonardcohenforum.com/ucp.ph ... 3E28I34QSZ
A poem by Leonard Cohen
A Thousand Kisses Deep
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet -
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won't exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat...
"A Thousand Kisses Deep"
The saddest thing for me is knowing how a whole population can be duped,
watching it happen,, and told I'm crazy for mentioning it...:-6
A poem by Leonard Cohen
A Thousand Kisses Deep
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat.
You win a while, and then it's done -
Your little winning streak.
And summoned now to deal
With your invincible defeat,
You live your life as if it's real,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
You lose your grip, and then you slip
Into the Masterpiece.
And maybe I had miles to drive,
And promises to keep:
You ditch it all to stay alive,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
Confined to sex, we pressed against
The limits of the sea:
I saw there were no oceans left
For scavengers like me.
I made it to the forward deck
I blessed our remnant fleet -
And then consented to be wrecked,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
I'm turning tricks, I'm getting fixed,
I'm back on Boogie Street.
I guess they won't exchange the gifts
That you were meant to keep.
And quiet is the thought of you
The file on you complete,
Except what we forgot to do,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A Thousand Kisses Deep.
The ponies run, the girls are young,
The odds are there to beat...
"A Thousand Kisses Deep"
The saddest thing for me is knowing how a whole population can be duped,
watching it happen,, and told I'm crazy for mentioning it...:-6