Dear Beverly

You were on my mind this morning ... and always in my heart.

             Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.

If half of the people in the world
just loved one other human being without conditions,
Then half the battle would be won.

With the roar of control, bullying and abuse
It is so very hard for some to "hear" and "feel"
that love given without condition.

Have a tune for you today
A bit different ... enjoy.

Black Eyed Peas: Where is the Love?

What's wrong with the world, mama
People livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Overseas, yeah, we try to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin'
In the USA, the big CIA
The Bloods and The Crips and the KKK

But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah

Madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
Man, you gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love

It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane
If love and peace are so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong

Nations droppin' bombs
Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones
With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young
So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone

So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother
A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover

The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug
If you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all

People killin', people dyin'
Children hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you practice what you preach
And would you turn the other cheek

Father, Father, Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)

Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love, the love, the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder
Most of us only care about money makin'
Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction

Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema

Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity

That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under
Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself

Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?

Father, Father, Father, help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?

Sing with me y'all:
One world, one world (We only got)
One world, one world (That's all we got)
One world, one world
And something's wrong with it (Yeah)
Something's wrong with it (Yeah)
Something's wrong with the wo-wo-world, yeah
We only got
(One world, one world)
That's all we got
(One world, one world)

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by this morning to say hello.

           You remembered me.

Always.

It still comes back, in waves.
The sadness of it all.
The why of it all.   

If it was about control, then that just smacks of insanity.
If it was about control, then you had the last word.

No letter yesterday from one you lovely so deeply.
Worrisome.   Maybe tomorrow.
He owes me one, with a happy story about you.

Have a tune for you this morning ... enjoy.

Link:  Savage Garden: Truly, Madly, Deeply


I'll be your dream
I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do
I will be strong I will be faithful
'cause I'm counting on
A new beginning
A reason for living
A deeper meaning, yeah

I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

And when the stars are shining
brightly in the velvet sky,
I'll make a wish send it to heaven
Then make you want to cry
The tears of joy for all the
pleasure and the certainty
That we're surrounded by the
comfort and protection of
The highest powers
In lonely hours
The tears devour you

I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

Oh can you see it baby?
You don't have to close your eyes
'Cause it's standing right
before you
All that you need will surely come

I'll be your dream I'll be your wish
I'll be your fantasy
I'll be your hope I'll be your love
Be everything that you need
I'll love you more with every breath
Truly, madly, deeply do

I want to stand with you on
a mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to lay like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me

I want to stand with you on a
mountain
I want to bathe with you in the sea
I want to live like this forever
Until the sky falls down on me 

Dear Beverly

Hello, stopped by to say hello.

             Hi Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Trying to put my anger and heartbreak on hold for a second day.
We shall see how that goes.

Hoping for a letter today ... overdue.

Have a tune for you today ... enjoy.

Gordon Lightfoot: Sundown

I can see her lyin' back in her SATIN dress
In a room where ya do what ya don't confess
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
She's been lookin' like a queen in a sailor's dream
And she don't always say what she really means
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain

I can picture every move that a man could make
Getting lost in her lovin' is your first mistake
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin again

I can see her lookin' fast in her faded jeans
She's a hard lovin' woman, got me feelin' mean
Sometimes I think it's a shame
When I get feelin' better when I'm feelin' no pain
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sundown ya better take care
If I find you been creepin' 'round my back stairs
Sometimes I think it's a sin
When I feel like I'm winnin' when I'm losin' again

Dear Beverly

Just stopped in to say hello.

          Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always

I will put aside the anger for today.
The heartbreak and sadness are banished today.

Instead, it is time to celebrate what you loved ... your tunes.
Love how you would call them "tunes."   Tunes.   Funny.

Not songs or music, but tunes.

Two of your favorites ... from different worlds.
You loved the music; the songs; the tunes.   So enjoy.

http://youtu.be/zwV2VM54CYA

I've 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
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

http://youtu.be/nWuZMBtrc1E

Hello again, it’s you and me
Kinda always like it used to be
Sippin' wine, killing time
Trying to solve life’s mysteries.
How’s your life, it’s been a while
God it’s good to see you smile
I see you reaching for your keys
Looking for a reason not to leave.

If you don’t know if you should stay
If you don’t say what’s on your mind
Baby just, breathe there’s no where else tonight we should be-
You wanna make a memory.

I dug up this old photograph
Look at all that hair we had
It’s bittersweet to hear you laugh
Your phone is ringing, I don’t wanna ask.

If you go now, I’ll understand
If you stay, hey, I got a plan
You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You could sing a melody to me
And I could write a couple lines
You wanna make a memory.

If you don’t know if you should stay
And you don’t say what’s on your mind
Baby just, breathe there’s no where else tonight we should be-
You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time
You could sing a melody to me
And I could write a couple lines
You wanna make a memory
You wanna make a memory 

Dear Beverly

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Just stopped in to say that you are in my heart throughout each day.

       You remembered me.

Always.

Still having trouble with understanding the insanity of it all.

I get the part about how you finally took control of your life.

I get that part.   I don’t like it, but I get it.

I don’t like where it took you.

I feel that I could have done so much more.

What I don’t get is the insanity.

What would you say about an ex-husband who surreptitiously monitors the phone bills of his divorced ex-wife?

Would that be a stalker?

By all accounts it was a nasty divorce that included:

Business bankruptcy

Personal bankruptcy.

The sale and division of what property remained.

A child with another woman.

Business lawsuits with partners in another state.

What if the same ex-husband then used those phone bills to try to intimate others?

Would that be a sociopath? 

I’m not a psychiatrist, so I’d only be guessing, but that sort of behavior seems sociopathic in nature to me. 

It is certainly not normal behavior by any standard.

What if that same ex-husband then made copies of those phone bills, highlighted certain calls made by his ex-wife in yellow marker and then hand-delivered those same phone records clandestinely with a hand written note that begins, “I appreciate of (sic) your trying to convince me that it was only catching up on old times.” 

He was referring to a phone conversation where a certain somebody — not me, I had my turn — drilled him a new ass hole for being a liar (pretending to be a dead man) and a stalker.  

He then finished the note by saying “Considering I felt that (names omitted) were back together.   Thanks for trying anyway.”   And then signed it “Your Friend.”

We called this — and the ones that followed — packages of hate.

Hmmmm?   How does that work, “back together?”  The ex-wife living under the protection of her mother in Newbury Park and that ex-husband living elsewhere … miles and miles away from Newbury Park.   How is that “back together?”  

A certain ex-husband not welcome — ever — into the ex-wife’s mother’s home. 

How is that “back together?”

That seems delusional, but then I’m not a psychiatrist.

I do know one thing, by benefit of what unfolded over the next four years, if this particular ex-husband would have been confronted on the front porch of his home on the same day that he delivered his first vile message of hate with a simple question, “what is your problem?,” then perhaps the final — very definitive — outcome might have been avoided.

We will never know.  

But people need to stand up to stalkers and bullies. 

They thrive when well-meaning people just hope and pray that they will get tired and go away. 

They never do.  

Seven packages of hate — hand delivered — over three years … five to one person (who finally called the sheriff), one to a relative (at her work) and one to a co-worker (at her work).  

Seven packages of hate, because he would not stop until, sadly, you took control of your life.

It has been over five months now and not a peep out of that ex-husband.

A tune for you today ... someday never came.

Taylor Swift: Mean

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me
You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I'm nothing
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded
You picking on the weaker man

You can take me down with just one single blow
But you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don't already see them
I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends right now
'Cause you can't lead me down that road
And you don't know, what you don't know...

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar
Talking over a football game
With that same big loud opinion
But nobody's listening
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing
But all you are is mean

All you are is mean
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life
And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I'll be living in a big ol' city
And all you're ever gonna be is mean, yeah
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so?..

Someday I'll be living in a big ol' city (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean (Why you gotta be so?..)
Someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me (Why you gotta be so?..)
And all you're ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean? 

Dear Beverly

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You’ve been on my mind and in my heart, so I just stopped by to say hello.

        Mi Amor, you remembered me.

Always.

Hoping for a letter today.

Wondering how goes it with someone you loved with all of your heart.

Have a tune of a different stripe for you today … a fun one, enjoy.

Jimmy Buffet: Changes in Latitudes

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year
All of the faces and all of the places
Wonderin’ where they all disappeared
I didn't ponder the question too long
I was hungry and went out for a bite
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum
And we wound up drinkin’ all night

Its these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of our running and all of our cunning
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I’ve been
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again
If it suddenly ended tomorrow
I could somehow adjust to the fall
Good times and riches and son of a bitches
I’ve seen more than I can recall

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands
If we couldnt laugh we would all go insane

I think about Paris when I’m high on red wine
I wish I could jump on a plane
So many nights I just dream of the ocean
God I wish I was sailin’ again
Oh, yesterdays over my shoulder
So I can't look back for too long
There's just too much to see waiting in front of me
And I know that I just can't go wrong

With these changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes
Nothing remains quite the same
With all of my running and all of my cunning
If I couldn’t laugh I just would go insane
If we couldn’t laugh we just would go insane
If we weren’t all crazy we would go insane

Dear Beverly

Just stopped by to say hello.

         Oh Doll, you remembered me.

Always.

Sunny day.
Cool nights.
Autumn in Southern California.

Have a tune for you today ... a little country for you, enjoy.

Kelly Clarkson: Don't Rush 

Let's wake up in the afternoon

Pretend that we got nothing to do
No we don't have to go by any agenda
We can make up our own rules
I see the way you're looking at me
Baby know I'm feeling it too
We can just light up every candle
Move from room to room

Stopping every minute just because you're in it
Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me
It's how it's supposed to be
Hanging on every touch
Baby don't rush, no no
Baby don't rush

Throw the map out of the window
Taking the long way around
To a secret place where no one could find us
A little place we can call our own
Come over here and take a picture
Something we can hang on to
We can look back and try to remember
All the crazy things we gonna do

Stopping every minute just because you're in it
Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me
It's how it's supposed to be
Just hanging on every touch
Baby don't rush
Baby don't rush

Stopping every minute just because you're in it
Stopping every minute just because you're in it
Stopping every minute

Stopping every minute just because you're in it
Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me
It's how it's supposed to be

Stopping every minute just because you're in it
Wishing everyday was Sunday, you're right next to me
It's how it's supposed to be (supposed to be)
Just hanging on every touch
Baby don't rush no no
Baby don't rush (Baby don't rush)
Baby don't rush