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Riding in the night the desert stretches eons of time towns faraway ‘nother time and place I’ve got to keep moving, can’t look back she’ll call my name but I’ve got nothing left to say as I ride that Italian melodic plane, from the Tuscan countryside to faraway Spain and she’ll call my name and …
A Lesson in Presence The sky was cast in a deep azure glow, illuminating the dark outline of the clouds at night, just above the aura of gold shining from the lights below. This was Plaza Mayor, in the heart of the old town, where people drank wine and champagne, smoked cigars, ate good food, …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RnIb4OykJI Music & Lyrics by Ren Michael I’ve long walked these streets ‘neath the stung-out dawn of a delta may My hand bleeds, I breathe, sun reigns o’er me I hear your voice call out o’er every stake you claim, your sacred ground For there ain’t no rest for the wicked hand, when the …
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Through the bedroom mirror the future's hidden in stone-cold expressions piercing smoke filled air and still, with every empty kiss, you leave me breathless Your shoulder bare, lit like a child’s moon Humming softly it's late in the afternoon Your hair, tousled & blonde, Still breathing, Searching a wandering dawn Let me have your gun, …
When we’re about to begin a project, sometimes it’s tempting to sweat the beginnings. That is, trying to manipulate conditions, waiting for the right kind of ‘weather’ before you take the first steps. This can be anything from those things out of your control, like the actual weather, or things that are in your control, …
I’ve been fortunate enough to visit some spectacular places that celebrate our planet’s beauty, but the picture below was taken on a ordinary day walking my dog in the neighborhood where I grew up in south Florida. In anticipation of Earth Day and this week being National Park Week, I'd thought this post might bring …
I looked for the center of the city. I wanted to see where everyone congregated in the capital, so I started toward Plaza Mayor and Puerta del Sol. The first thing I noticed was that the streets were very narrow, romantic like something out of a movie. Every so often a dude zipped by on …
St. Valentine’s Day Her voice calls out, echoes in the darkness. A twisted laugh screaming down the hall out the street and I’m surrounded by funhouse mirrors. but I know that laugh recognize the perfume She might act real pretty w/ the right jewelry too but inside lurks the demon, & man you best believe, …
My feet were in Madrid. My head was lost somewhere in the woods of America. Technically I had no home, and for the better part of a month, I’d been on the road before heading to Europe. I'd left the west coast. I'd grown to love it, but the world outside was calling. I started …
at night rain falls neath soft neon lights between the old walls of Vienna, as people laugh & take in the sights and the piano plays for the end of days in a broken-down cafe I hear a song, sudden like a waltz some ancient dance I remember well the woman beneath the glass and …
I’ll tell ya something brother poetry is our return to truly democratic ordeals, the art form of the people empowered by the firm grip forged in fire now cold steel of the world the word at times spoken other times written it is a return to language unfiltered without ever being second guessed unless you …
An ancient creek breathes brand new Strayed off far enough found you unassuming, child lived a thousand years oblivious to the war the crime Do you know of time? Have you heard the news? What do you say? What’s to come through? Or do I ask too soon? Ancient creek Whispering softly, echoing mystery and flowing …
In developing a habit, we usually anchor ourselves with how many days in a row we can keep it going. Let’s say the habit is meditating. After a good 21 days, it’s a safe bet that we’ve developed it into working order; but after that point, we might easily fall into the trap of maintaining …
fear to extend a hand open up, I stand in the streetlights of Paris, in Saint-Germain sure they drive me wild lovers walking along the Seine, they leave so it's just me and the river, I could jump in I hear you Still, of course I still hear the whisper as ever calling to me …
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Visions of Vltava (Moldau) I returned to the front desk the next morning and asked Orsolya for a few recommendations on things to do in town. I was interested in hearing some music, and I asked her for the best places to go and whether it was easy to get tickets to the State Opera …
Not long ago a few hours maybe/came the dreadful realization that I stood alone on streets of New Orleans, haunted by rumor the spell of a girl I’d come to know well in just an instant & she’s a part of me now, so I’m haunted spellbound & cursed. I had my guitar with me, …
Beyond notion You are unfolding epic thundering enveloping the cosmos, and yet here you are within me, my heart beating quiet, unassuming ever gently within me, yea you are a companion always
Yesterday I had me one hell of a good time playing some music for the people. I think I could get used to this. And so the morning has been splendid. MY girl’s telling me that even my skin’s looking good. It could be the sunlight. Could be the moon from last night. Bob Dylan …
When I first discovered this song I was blown away, particularly by the acoustic version on 'Tracks', as Bruce played it when he auditioned for John Hammond at Columbia Records. I've always loved the song for it's style and rhythm, and the imagery of the Devil appearing "like Jesus through the steam in the street." …
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