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  Mar 27 South-by-Southwest
Shelly
I cant wait to fall asleep to join the world of dreams

I get to join the fairies as they dance in the meadows of the forever blooming flowers

I get to run with the wolves through the forest and never ending unbound lands

I get to jump up the mountains with the mountain sheep to admire the radiant full moon

I get to fly high with the eagles to indulge soaking up the warmth of the sun

I get to swim with sea turtles in the vast ocean waters looking for treasures once lost

Oh how I can't wait to fall asleep to join the world of my dreams

-Shelly Ramos
I am drawn to those who suffer
I try to pull people from the fire
Often I get burned
But I learn

Why am I drawn to those who suffer?
I ponder
It's because hardship is for the good
In a world where people are often

Misunderstood
  Mar 27 South-by-Southwest
Bonnie
Venice’s Commemorative Monument to Bartolomeo Colleoni - 1488



The general glares downwards from his horse,

faithfully keeping watch over the mundane,

the tedious progression of centuries.

A sentinel, he had imagined himself—a noble,

intended to become immortal,

traveling ever forward in time,

defying the erasure of memory.



But time is the enemy of all things.

The pigeons and the rain could be tolerated;

time, however, has become relentless and unyielding.

It has eroded his heroic relevance,

he watches unblinking as his glorious benevolence

fades from all memory.

Generation after weary generation

manifests the ruinous decay of collective forgetfulness.
The melancholy and futility of the fleeting nature of human remembrance.
© BonnieBayGallery 2025
Four young men on a rooftop in 1969,
Putting on a show for the very last time.

Not the last for any,
but this was the fab fours end.

Four old men under thirty,
about to start again.

People pointing fingers,
people laying blame.

Surely it can't be over
they'll Get Back again.

They'll travel back down that
Long and Winding Road.

Back to Penny Lane,
where it started so long ago.

Imagine the world without the Beatles,
I wonder if you can.

I remember four young men on a rooftop,
being great again.

Wanting to prove it to the world,
Before they let it end.

Before they let it go,
Before they Let it Be.

And that's the memory of
the Beatles,
I'll always choose to see.
I watched all 9 hours of Peter Jacksons
(Get Back) for the third time. And what always strikes
me is that The Beatles were just Kids not even 30 yet,
trying to find themselves, trying to live up to the expectations
of the world.
It's a hell of a documentary and a must see if you're a Beatles fan.

here's a link to the video on you tube check it out.
https://youtu.be/mLXbZf-rttM?feature=shared

Thanks.
When I saw your face I knew
I'd love you till the end.

Even though we parted
We came back around again.

Half a lifetime has passed us by
still nothing has changed.

You're still that same sweet girl,
Who has lingered in my brain.

Smiles filled with sunshine,
wind wild in your hair,
eyes of blue still beacon me come here!

Many lovers have passed,
still my feelings have never waned.

You're still the same sweet girl
I fell in love with.

The one that I will love until the end.
Forty Years has only made me love here more.
She lies back and pictures
his hands on hers.

Beneath her skirt he moves.

His breath hot in her ear,
though he isn't really here,
She moves in a way
she knows would please him.

She sees him, she breathes him,
in her mind she can feel him.

On top of her, inside of her.
She gasps!

******* waves of emotion
rush forth, like the ocean
moving fast towards the shore.

Crashing in ecstasy, she prays,
come home to me.

allowing herself
to ride the waves of memory,
Until he returns to her.

He always returns to her.
I was a little nervous about posting this,
worried it might be to explicit for H.P.
let me know in the comments is this over the line
or just on it?
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