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Fragments To Be Used For Fiction

“And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.”  Where The Wild Things Are In the quiet of the evening I send my soul searching for yours and ask that it remind you of how two hearts stopped time. My eyes are shut but my heart is open and all I can do is hope that this time you will let yourself hear what your heart is saying. This wish of mine stems from the dream we once shared. It is powered by both lust and love, heart and hope. It is a moment in time that remains framed in memory and formed from the fabric of the truth that we wish was and not the fiction of what wasn't. Lost in a wilderness of wishes and wants I wander alone and uncertain wondering if the north star that once guided my heart can be lit again. Will you ignore my entreaty and defy that which we both knew to be true. That which once was can be again but this time bolder, richer, fuller and more rewarding. There is a price to be paid for all that we

Dare To Fight

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Babble Doesn’t Know About My Blog Blogging Is Not An Obligation Part 2 Music Tells A Story How To Build and Design A Blog- What I Learned What Is A Dad Blogger? Or How One Man Made Millions From Blogging The Evolution Of A Blogger A Father’s Guilt for his Daddy’s Girl And as a bonus you can read You Should Know Heart and Head Rocket Man Punching At The Wind

You Should Know

"Come let me love you, let me give my life to you let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms let me lay down beside you, let me always be with you come let me love you, come love me again." Annie's Song- John Denver I don't have to tell you these things because you know them. I don't have to tell you these things for any other reason than you should know. You should hear out loud what your heart has forgotten and what time and circumstance have interrupted. Yes, interrupted because you know as I do I that some things cannot be broken. Things may happen and events may suggest otherwise but the heart knows what the head refuses to accept. Logic and reason are not applicable here in the traditional sense of the words. And to try to apply them is folly. To suggest that fate relies upon fact is indeed the biggest science fiction of them all. There are moments and memories of moments that we cannot ignore. You should know that you are not

Heart and Head

"All the promises we break From the cradle to the grave When all I want is you You...all I want is... You...all I want is... You...all I want is... You..." All I Want Is You- U2 Ten thousand years a boy asked a girl if she would take his hand and let him love her. Ten thousand years ago he kissed her once and wondered how he had ever said I love you to any one else. He wondered because he had never felt so much love for anyone else. Not for his first love or any other. This was a feeling like no other he had experienced. That scared the boy more than he could articulate, describe or understand. The girl in the story had no such troubles. She knew what she felt and knew what she wanted. She didn't need to process or sort through her feelings. Sometimes it frustrated her to see the boy she said was the love of her life be so close and yet so far away. But she knew that sometimes boys needed more time than girls and she was willing to wait. It

Rocket Man

" She packed my bags last night pre-flight Zero hour nine a.m. And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the earth so much I miss my wife It’s lonely out in space On such a timeless flight " Rocket Man- Elton John Those words used to have more meaning and more resonance than they do today. Used to listen, close my eyes and remember the quiet Sunday mornings of days long since past. Breakfasts, lunches and dinners where we did nothing but stop time and share the moments. Not much that you can do in space than live those memories. When you are hurtling around the cosmos at the speed of light you don't have the option to stop and turn around. Can't find a friendly gas station attendant to give you directions back home. They don't have florists that provide you with an armful of flowers that you can personally deliver. It is much harder to present that personal touch when you are so far away even the math geniuses don't really understand it

Thursday Songfest

A quick sample of some of the songs of the day: The Wrestler - Bruce Springsteen No Leaf Clover - Metallica Hero Of The Day - Metallica Metal Health - Quiet Riot Man On The Silver Mountain - Dio Junebug - B52s I Wanna Talk About Me - Toby Keith Old Alabama - Brad Paisley Things are blowing up in a good way over at TheJackB . More traffic, more commenters and bigger community- good stuff all around. Check it out.

It Could Be Worse But It Really Could Be Better

And the story goes like this. It is almost 3:15 and you are working on 3.5 hours of sleep. It used to be a lot easier to get by on that little than it is now. But you were 25 then and now you are 42 and some things are harder to hide. The lines in your face and hair that no longer completely covers your head bear evidence that time has not stood still. Not to mention your eyes, which seem to be missing some of their twinkle. You are not really sure because you don't stare at them but you figure that with the weight you have been dragging around for so long there must be some impact. But what you really hope is that they show more determination and fight than anything else. That is because you are a scrapper. Some people crumble when life gets hard. They lie down and pull the covers up over their head and pray. Not you. You don't know how to give up. That has been among your greatest strengths and greatest weaknesses. Still, you prefer to think of it in positive terms be