Just stopped by to say hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Dear Beverly
Just stopped by
to say that your loving
memory
remains here,
within my heart;
a part of me.
Mi Amor, you remembered me.
Always.
Your tune on
this day of remembrance.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.
There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.
And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune,
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long,
And the forests will echo with laughter.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.
Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?
And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Dear Beverly
Just stopped by to say
hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
A celebration of life.
A celebration.
No sorrow;
no sadness.
No tears today.
Have a tune for you today
… enjoy.
I ain't no good for you girl
It's a dead end street, tryin' to love me
Yeah, I'll wreck your world
I can see why they're all talkin'
Lookin' back at my past
I've got a bad name, but a man can change
I'm livin' proof of that
Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Baby I might meet all my friends
Shoot the bull, have a beer or two
But you know I'll be the first one to leave
In a hurry to get to you
Somewhere deep inside your angel eyes
I found a place to rest,
Don't ever doubt that I'll be around,
And baby don't you ever forget
Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Darlin' yes I will
Til my last day, til my last breath
Of everyone that can, I can love you the best
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
All the way up, til they lay me down
Six feet under the cold hard ground
Til my last day, I'll be lovin' you
Oh babe, til my last day
Monday, June 3, 2013
Dear Beverly
Just stopped by to say
hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
Yes, always.
No words.
Just sorrow.
Have a tune for you today
…
“Think of me … and I’ll
be there.”
Enjoy.
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the bird's are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
Goodbye Beverly, my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time when I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye Beverly, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the stars we could reach
Were just starfish on the beach
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
All our lives we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Dear Beverly
Just stopped by to say
hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
Waiting for the
clouds to burn off.
A nice day promised.
Need the sun to
drive away the gloom.
The sadness.
I need to celebrate
your life and
not mourn it.
It is the anger,
I know, it is
the anger
that is with me now.
This is what I have
to get past in
the next few days.
The rage; the hurt; the
anger.
No one had the
right to treat
you the way
you were treated.
Have a tune for you today
“Forever,
you're a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me”
Forever, in the heart of me”
… enjoy.
Link: Diamond Rio: I Believe
Soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you, come back again
And it's like, you haven't been
Gone a moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time
Were pulling you, and me
And with all my heart, I'm sure
We're closer than we ever were
I don't have to hear or see
I've got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching
Over me.. I believe.. ohh, I believe.
Now when you die, your life goes on
It doesn't end here, when you're gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends, if I'm right
Our love can even reach, across-
Eternity.. I believe.. ohh, I believe.
Forever, you're a part of me
Forever, in the heart of me
I will hold you even longer
If I can..
Oh, the people who don't see the most
See that I, believe in ghosts
If that makes me crazy, then I am
Cuz I believe.. ohh, I believe..
There are more than angels watching
Over me.. I believe.. ohh, I believe.
Every now and then
Soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you, come back again..
And I believe..
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Dear Beverly
Just stopped by to say
hello.
You remembered me.
Always.
The first phone call.
The end for the little
guy
was at hand.
The long battle was over
…
the cancer had won.
The second phone call.
It came a few days later.
Funeral arrangements
had been made,
it would be on Sunday,
June 3.
You were upset.
The final phone calls,
on the afternoon of June
4.
The money was gone.
You were told that with
the battle being over,
there was no reason to stay
in Irvine any longer.
You were frantic,
only $812 per month
in SDI to live on.
You were not invited
to make the move
to San Francisco.
$150,000 gone
in just two years.
You didn’t want
to be homeless.
There was panic
in your voice.
I said calm down,
let me think.
The money
can’t be gone,
it’s there,
let’s think about it.
You couldn’t remember.
The drugs made
everything a fog.
If … if … if …
If I knew then,
what I know now,
I would have asked
to pick you up
for lunch the next day.
That would have
stopped everything.
But I didn't.
If … if … if …
If I knew then,
what I know now,
I would have picked
you up and taken
you straight to the
emergency room
at the nearest hospital.
You were dying of
congestive heart failure.
The lack of oxygen
to your brain,
coupled with the unrelenting
regiment of drugs
created such confusion for you.
You didn’t know it.
No one knew it.
It was just
sundown dementia.
It was just the booze.
If … if … if …
If I knew then,
what I know now,
I would have asked
you for your bank
records.
I would have done an audit.
I would have sent a copy
to your brother in Las
Vegas
so that he could
have done one as well.
He tried to help
after Fran left us.
But he was blocked.
But I didn't
I didn’t do any
of those things.
Instead, I told you that
you were not alone
and that I loved
you.
You said you loved me
too.
Let’s talk; let me think.
We said goodbye.
A minute later
the phone rang,
I answered it and you
said
that you just wanted
to hear my voice
one more time.
I didn’t think anything
of it.
You had done that before.
You were funny that way.
The phone rang again.
Hang up.
The phone rang again.
Hang up.
The phone rang again.
Hang up.
The phone did
not ring
again.
You then proceeded
to take control of your
life.
The Seroquel.
The Keppra.
The Prozac.
The Seproxetine.
All you could find.
It haunts me still.
It hurts so much.
So much I could
have done ...
but I didn’t.
If … if … if …
If I knew then,
what I know now,
I would be
so much smarter.
But that’s not
the way life works.
That’s my guilt.
My pain.
Others have their own.
On some days it is
so hard to celebrate a
life
when the sadness
overwhelms.
This is one
of those mornings.
This is one
of those days.
Have a tune for you today
“Don't
confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them”
I had not forgotten them”
… enjoy.
I don't do that much talking these days
These days-
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
For you
And all the times I had the chance to
And I had a lover
It's so hard to risk another these days
These days-
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well it's just that I've been losing so long
I'll keep on moving
Things are bound to be improving these days
These days-
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them
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