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Somewhere in a wild where hunter kills
A bird cries our for it's mate
The sun is setting behind the hills
And it's never been gone so late
Somewhere in the heavens an angel sings
And unless being sent by the Lord
He may not interfere in earthly things
And raise his bow or his sword
Somewhere in my heart tender longings yet
Still endure through the pain and stress
For a sweetheart I have not met
And the one I may not posess

The whole truth is rarely heard
gullible folks believe every word
The liar you can't believe a bit
without even trying we forget

The guilty must tread lightly
mostly deaf hear slightly
The eternal flame remains lit
What happens is 'shit'

The smart gets branded a nerd
liberal left truly depicts absurd
The precarious aren't so sure
grown-up doesn't define mature

stars on a mantles leaf
rose and gold the hearts own thief
to every breath once come is gone
what it was that makes a souls belief

old Indian poets speaking words like driven sand
with face of god above you and stars so close to hand
how can harshness lead to the love of beauty
yet in the oasis of her smile we stand

arms reaching up to a Goddess with Autumn's hair
but the moon it will not rise for prayer
and sorrow touches my hands
as they move across the papers tear

John Candy
Thankyou for the laughs
You were in so many good movies
I just got Planes Trains and Automobiles on DVD for 5 bucks
You and Steve Martin were a great combination
From your motel room fight
To your wrong way drive between semis
My funny bone was filled with elation
You have such a gift
And a warm heart too
Hard to believe in 1994 you were through
From Spaceballs, National Lampoon's Vacation,
Home Alone, Cool Runnings, Spaceballs,
Brewster's Millions and Stripes
You brought a smile to millions
You will never be gone really
Weather you are eating on an airplane
Or playing polka music in the back of a van
You John Candy were and are the man

The brush of the invisible.
Raising goose bumps upon the flesh.
The shadow seen out of the corner of the eye.
To turn and face and nothing there.
The erie sound of your name being called.
Familiar voice but not sure.
The feeling of a weight on your chest.
Not knowing why.
Can you say you have never felt one of these.
Can you say you do not believe in what cannot be explained.
What causes these occurrences?
Are they real? Or are you insane?

Its a dull and overcast day
I walk along the sandy beach
gazing into the distance and out to sea
There i see pictures all lined up neatly over the sea

over the sea
In lines hovering over the sea
Is it my life i see before me
my ies light up as i remember the the good times and the bad

lots and lots of pictures i see my life in front of me and my past fades away but not forgoton people i see in my pictureS long since gone but not forgoton
My childhood, my middle age there in pictures in front of me

What awaits my future what lies a head of me my rows of pictures my life in front of me

Now the ox carts drove off the loading pier
Newly emptied of their stacks of cord wood
Into schooners the first loads of the year
Just waiting ‘a chance’ to sail and make good

South to Boston would the Coasters make runs
Fair winds not beat to windward shall they go
Sailing vessels with loads more than sixty tons
Hulls not too tight o’er shoals do the tides flow

A day’s ration of rum passed among hands
More brought back with stores from city docks
And from tavern to tavern across the lands
Replenish for the winter all new stocks

Back and forth shouts the sailors still wigging
Dreamily watch the clouds drift by the rigging

I've forgotten how to come home
I've forgotten that I am human
I've forgotten life outside my world
Most of all I've forgotten how to love

Where are the sons and daughters
Where are those caring life partners
Where are those joys and laughters
When times we only had each other

Some are gone beyond the ocean
Some are lost in work commitment
Some are buried in mobile connection
What that's left in this world is forgotten

It is evening now.
And the cold wind blows away
The words from my lips
I cannot distract my mind
From thinking.
Once upon a time
In my old house
There lived a man,
Who was a part of me .
He lived as many summers
As many winters I did .
And we were called WE...
WE cannot be found now
In the crowd
Anymore.
When winter comes
All that happened before
Is happening again.
As if the calendar has all the numbers
Backwards,
The watch stops
And the time do not run at all .
Have you heard how time sounds?
How does it sing?
And how silent it can be
For centuries?
He lived as many summers
As many winters I did. .
And we were called We...

What will I see
When I get to the garage sales
I took a trip to Lancaster
About 17 miles from Platteville, Wisconsin
I saw this house, shed and car covered in words
I stopped to see what he had written
I could only stay for a short while as he came out with his dog
He doesn't like the president or dumb people
So I get to my first garage sale
The woman remembered me buying tapes a few years ago
I told her one tape of Shania Twain broke my tape player
Cost me 270 bucks to fix it
I bought some golf balls
A book about 10 men that will ruin your life
A stuffed snowman with a throw blanket
A chippette doll
A Darth Vader mask
Both for my great niece and nephew
A book about memorable moments on tv from All In The Family
To sports and other stories like the OJ Trial
A DVD on Ernest in the Army
Lots of fun people to meet
You just never know what you will find