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Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Senior Year - Narbonne High School

Beverly Ann Kegley

Beverly Ann Kegley
Beverly in Junior High School

Monday, October 22, 2012

Dear Beverly

Tardy in stopping by today to say hello.

         Tap. Tap. Tap.  Oh Wells.

Hey, sorry.

         You remembered me.  Smile.

Beverly Carvajal Sunflower Field
Always.    

Have a tune for you today ...  Enjoy

Link:   Lady Antebellum: I Run to You

I run from hate
I run from prejudice
I run from pessimists
But I run too late
I run my life
Or is it running me
Run from my past
I run too fast
Or too slow it seems
When lies become the truth
That's when I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you

We run on fumes
Your life and mine
Like the sands of time
Slippin' right on through
And our love's the only truth
That's why I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you

This world keeps spinning faster
Into a new disaster so I run to you
I run to you baby
And when it all starts coming undone
Baby you're the only one I run to
I run to you




Sunday, October 21, 2012

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

          Smile.  You remembered me.

Always.


Rainy day.
Cats in the windows looking out at the puddles forming.
They are probably thinking, "dang, no running outside today."


Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.

Link:  Creedence Clearwater Revival: Who'll Stop the Rain

Long as I remember the rain been comin' down
Clouds of mystery pourin' confusion on the ground.
Good men through the ages tryin' to find the sun.
And I wonder still I wonder who'll stop the rain.

I went down Virginia seekin' shelter from the storm
Caught up in the fable I watched the tower grow
Five year plans and new deals wrapped in golden chains.
And I wonder still I wonder who'll stop the rain.

Heard the singers playin', how we cheered for more.
The crowd had rushed together tryin' to keep warm.
Still the rain kept pourin', fallin' on my ears
And I wonder, still I wonder who'll stop the rain.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Dear Beverly


Stopped by to say hello.

       Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.



Finding a voice to speak out about suffering and pain inflicted on others eludes me.
Does anyone really care about such things?
Is it just one of those “oh wells.”
Is it a dance between abuser and victim … “no cutting in please.”

Which brings me right back to anger and hate.
There is no escape for either one of us.
It is just so incredibly sad.

Have a tune for you today … Enjoy.

Link: Martina McBride: Concrete Angel 

She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel

A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot

Friday, October 19, 2012

Dear Beverly

You've been in my heart and on my mind.
Just stopped by to say hello.

             Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.


Irony?  A cruel joke?

Or just amusing in a cosmic sense?

A six minute car ride away from your childhood home.
A six minute car ride away from where you went to high school.
A six minute car ride away from where I first met your mom.

She thought well of me.  
Let me sleep on the couch.
We would talk over coffee in the morning.
Trusted me with her daughter.

You and I played nine-ball in the garage.
I'm sure the table is something your brothers left behind.

We played dominoes in the kitchen with Leroy.

Now they are all just memories separated by decades,
But the place where all these memories happened
is only six minutes away by car.

Have a tune today from your favorite ... your boy Toby

           Smile.

Link: Toby Keith: You Shouldn't Kiss Me Like This

I got a funny feeling
The moment that your lips touched mine
Something shot right through me
My heart skipped a beat in time

There's a different feel about you tonight
It's got me thinkin' lots of crazy things
I even think I saw a flash of light
It felt like electricity

You shouldn't kiss me like this
Unless you mean it like that
Cause I'll just close my eyes
And I won't know where I'm at
We'll get lost on this dance floor
Spinnin' around
And around
And around
And around

They're all watchin' us now
They think we're falling in love
They'd never believe we're just friends
When you kiss me like this
I think you mean it like that
If you do baby kiss me again

Everybody swears we make the perfect pair
But dancing is as far as it goes
Girl you've never moved me quite
The way you moved me tonight
I just wanted you to know
I just wanted you to know

You shouldn't kiss me like this
Unless you mean it like that
Cause I'll just close my eyes
And I won't know where I'm at
And We'll get lost on this dance floor
Spinnin' around
And around
And around
And around

They're all watchin' us now
They think we're falling in love
They'd never believe we're just friends
When you kiss me like this
I think you mean it like that
If you do baby kiss me again
Kiss me again

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Dear Beverly

Stopped by to say hello.

             Smile.  You remembered me.

Always.

Los Angeles Dodgers

Found this of you with the other Beverly at Dodger Stadium in 2008.
Doing what you loved best, watching your boys play baseball.
Funny, I taught you to keep score in 1972 and you showed me how to play dominoes.
I think you got the better of the deal.
Always found it a bit odd that a woman would enjoy keeping score of a baseball game so much.
I wonder what that says about you?

Got a tune for you today ... enjoy.

Link:   Jackson Browne: Doctor My Eyes

Doctor, my eyes have seen the years
And the slow parade of fears without crying
Now I want to understand
I have done all that I could
To see the evil and the good without hiding
You must help me if you can?

Doctor, my eyes, tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

'Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I've been waiting to awaken from these dreams
People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it's later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes, tell me what you see
I hear their cries, just say if it's too late for me

Doctor, my eyes, cannot see the sky
Is this the price for having learned how not to cry

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Dear Beverly

You've been on my mind and in my heart, dropped in to say hello.

            Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal


Was outside pondering the nature of things while waiting for my lovely bride to return home from work.
The sky was clear, no moon, dark ... the stars were bright.
Was thinking about you and what it all means.
A shooting star, I'll take that as a sign.

Have a tune for you today.  Enjoy.

Link:  John Denver: When The River Meets The Sea

When the mountain touches the valley
All the clouds are taught to fly
As our souls will leave this land most peacefully
Though our minds be filled with questions
In our hearts we'll understand
When the river meets the sea

Like a flower that has blossomed
In this dry and barren sand
We are born and born again most gracefully
Plus the winds of time will take us
With a sure and steady hand
When the river meets the sea

Patience my brothers
And patience my son
In that sweet and final hour
Truth and justice will be done

Like a baby when it is sleeping
In its mother's loving arms
What a newborn baby dreams is a mystery (a mystery)

But this life will find a purpose
And in time we'll understand
When the river meets the sea
When the river meets the almighty sea

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

Dear Beverly

Stopped in to say hello ... you've been on my mind and in my heart.

             Mi Amor, you remember me.

Always.

Beverly Ann Kegley Carvajal

So many secrets because no one close to you shared.
So many secrets because people close to you were divided.
So many secrets because he was the puppet master.
So many of your friends were in the dark about what was happening.

Can't undo any of it.

Tune for you today ... enjoy.

Link:   Neil Young: Heart of Gold

I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Keep me searching
for a heart of gold
You keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm growing old.
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.