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bottle black
like Miles
sketching Spain
somewhere
back in the files
I dwell some

Kind of Blue
came on true
listless days
JazzFM plays
London fun
England 1991

I bought Tutu
'86 when he blew
sounds of the street
tapping them feet
not quite the same
'60 was top of his game

Tomorrow will bring you worries
Todays will fade away
You can make them disappear
Or you can make them stay

Some may fill you full of fear
Some you may just forget
The choice is yours if, when and how
To solve with no regret.

Tomorrow may bring you happiness
Or may even make you sad
Some of this you can’t control
There will be good and bad.

So let tomorrow bring what it will
And hope it comes along
Enjoy today in every way
Dance and sing a song.

The simplicity of love , can be, lost in diversity,, love can't sustain the reality, of life,,,love is benign, the idea,, show it anything it cant understand and it dies, love is fickle, love is nothing, love is real,, love is love,,, its what we feel., right or wrong,,

Imagine if I was you, what would I see? what would I do?. Imagine if you were me?, what would you see? What would you do? Now, knowing we are free, to be what we want to be? Not lost in captivity, you being me, and I being you, what do you think we should do?, ??????

And the past is gone, confined to history,we live for today its as far as we can see, but, history has a story to tell, it shows the future, it shows it well, because everything goes around and around, well, at least thats what I've found, so history is a part of who we are, where we go, how far!,,,, if you want to see tomorow, look back into the past, you won't be the first, and you won't be the last.

Change begins with understanding, not to be afraid OF, and as life goes on, and things change, its LOVE, that keeps us together, when the unexpected happens and life becomes something new, we can walk down this road TOGETHER, IF we lOVE, its forever!
It's only new for today, then suddenly it's yesterday, and today is all we can see, but tomorrow, well, tomorrow is as real as it will be..

So you take a walk in contemplation, then you see that flower, and wonder at Gods creation, and it opens your mind, and you find, wondrous beauty all around, it was just you were too busy to see, its all for you, its all for me, and open minds lead to treasure finds, its just like a,b,c, once you see,,, you are free.

More are rightly questioning Sports authenticity
increasingly shameless in their blatant duplicity
Greed the only thing to blame
integrity canceled for fortune and fame

Goodell proclaimed "without blacks no football"
'Fake News' from crooked Woke screwball
Accomplishments today doesn't equate to legit
past and present together doesn't fit

Most debated is who's Basketballs g.o.a.t
many uneducated people insert their vote
Jordan escalated the arrogance of showboating
he's the G.O.A.T some keep promoting

The true complete player defines G.O.A.T
that crown ONLY ONE can tote
racism always gets injected without basis
I'm simply being real not racist

Obvious from all seen and heard
THE G.O.A.T. IS Larry Joe Bird
Total agreement is where I'm at
to quote Bannon 'suck on that'



copyright
2/1/22

Listen to the church bells ring
In the tower by the town's square
Just listen to the joy they bring
The familiar hymns make all aware
When all the earth shall sing
To the love of dear God we share

When you ring to tell us time
As we wait we all will find
Our ears will count each chime
Subconsciously in our mind
The hours of each day sublime
Getting through our daily grind

Through the seasons we shall pass
Be comfort and content that will last
Resonating from bronze or brass
Ring mementos from our past
Children playing on the grass
Parents working by contrast

Whatever were doing seems to halt
When the mighty bells ring out
We will stop and listen by default
And wait for time to bring about
Each precious moment we exalt
Those great bells we never doubt

mad dogs and roses
spines and scent
cutting through
baked hot days
without shade
for I once was
in a distant city
and I dreamt of
Moorish courtyard gardens
streaming fountains
women in hijab
talking lightly
the sun cuts
noon blue
the road
that folds
beyond
bares no
sound
for all
must rest
under the zenith