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Never Give Up
Express yourself as only you know how to. Don’t listen to anyone who tries to knock you down. They obviously have no clue who you are or are unhappy with who they have become. Be true to you.
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Tom Seaver – my childhood Hero
In truth, it was baseball we wanted to watch. But the reason I became such a big fan was because of Seaver. We would run to watch as Seaver would stand on the mound, squint his eyes and concentrate on the signals given by his catcher, Jerry Grote of what pitch to throw.
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It’s Complicated (Anything is Possible)
Suddenly a piano begins to play and the brick walls are broken down, across the bridge you can see the past and all the visions they once held, now they are complicated memories and there is confusion among the inhabitants of this old broken down structure.
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Ten Million Smiles
Ten million smiles… But where does it all go? That magic and spiritual warmth? Are the lights shut down forever? How can something that existed for so long suddenly be extinguished and one day, forgotten? A life in pictures, smiles and adoration. Cold winter days and storms brewing. Your eyes were like a furnace warning…
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Shadow by your Side
Shadows on the sidewalk, two people walking holding hands, speaking a foreign tongue quite animatedly. Jealousy and insecurity, hand in hand, destroying the vestiges of a love that was once so intense. Causes and the effects of life sometimes are imaginary. Just like those shadows we try and outrun. Our own shadows we cannot outrun.
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Black and White (Blood of a Thousand Colors)
Me, I walk upon the sands of Coney Island watching the waves in front of me, ebbing and flowing, flowing strong, then ebbing slowly as if in shame, in defeat.
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Day of Holocaust Remembrance 2019
The population of Los Angeles and Houston – every human being in those two cities – add up to less than 6 million people. Imagine if both of those cities were suddenly swallowed up and each person was killed?
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Absurd Beauty
A list of lovers, a litany of excuses. Forgiven each time for the beauty… Below the blood red moon, yellow doors slamming shut and pebbles thrown against the windows of her room.
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The Moon and Time
We walk along beaches when the temperature has fallen and the moon is hanging low. We struggle for answers to the questions we’ll never truly understand or truly know. We howl at the Moon and anyone else who stands in front of us. We pen short poetry because we need to shed some tears. We…
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Times up
Claustrophobic ambitions can never set one free. Thunderstorms and broken inhibitions are a recipe for love.
