by my window listening to
Charlie Parker play on my radio
decided that he too could sing like a bird
His intro riff was a clarion call to heaven and
Then he dropped down into a minor key, the brother/bird tweeted
thirds and fiths and sevenths too, hitting staccato notes blue as the sky
He made it sing
He improvised and built his
into a steady grind even making it swing
And I swear that I thought "this bird is messing with me"
He broke into a kind of scatting that was so joyous that I understood
The best thing to do was to just turn my radio off and listen to the mockingbird
Daylight comes through windows shut against it, as reality comes through dreams barred against it, and I come into the new day -- a chance once more to play this dangerous game of life. Shall I win? Who's to say? But you will know that I have played...
If you have nothing else to give away for Christmas; no money to buy presents with -- don't grieve... you still have love to give, and love you'll receive in return. Christmas is not a date but a state of mine. No, it's not like it was when we were children; it's much better. The magic has grown within us for now we can appreciate its essence. The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other. So all grown up I will dream the dream of Christmas. I will go to sleep that little girl again with rosy cheeks and soft smooth skin, excited to know that once more I have awakened to a Christmas dawn. I'm still here... to love and be loved once again!
Yes, I have grown older and have many burdens to bear, but love weighs heavier on my heart than any grief I carry so it is love I will share.
Heap on the wood!-the wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, We'll keep our Christmas merry still.-- Sir Walter Scott
The blue tint of the ocean called us, we went and never looked back. At Navy bootcamp the California sun baked us, blistering our ears. We folded tee shirts perfectly, thin, thick, thick, thin.
We built our bodies the Marine Corps way, we did push ups knowing that the number of push ups that a man can do is directly proportional to what he has under him, pushing back up at him.
We swam like fish, even with our uniforms on. And rose out of those pools wet and cold knowing that we could survive. We graduated and went to ships and manned the rails and swabbed the decks.
We mess cooked, studied hard and played hard. We left the smell of the ocean in the beds of strange girls, with their sensual kisses. Boys on the playground, and if I could, I'd go back to that very fall all over again.