-- we get woven into each other's life sometimes without realizing it

I  felt it when the sun came up this morning
I knew that I could not wait another day
There is something I must tell you
A voice is calling to me

Until we find the bridge across forever
Until this grand illusion brings us home
You and I will always be together
From this day on you'll never walk alone

You're a part of me, I'm a part of you
Wherever we may travel
Whatever we may go through
Whatever time and space may take away
It cannot change the way I feel today
So hold me close and say you feel it too
You're a part of me and I'm a part of you


You're a part of me, I'm a part of you

Lyrics by Glenn Frey, English Dan

LET'S KISS THE SKY

“Wild thing
I think you
Move me...
You make everything
Groovy...
Wild thing
I think
I love you.....”
~~Jimi Hendrix version (Live)

Splashed across
the Monterey screen,
a Jimi scene
where he is on
his knees,
guitar aflame
as red ember fingers
entice,
urge each flickering note
to wail, screech.
Black, all colored
fingers encourage
a generation to
take it higher,
be the fire
burning down an
oppressive society.
“Wild thing,
I want to know for sure...
You move me!”
~~~~~
Back in the day,
as we often say,
Babylon was
on the run.
People planet wide
were having fun
like agitated atoms
escaping the sun
in great solar storm flares
spurred on by
Mao Tsetung
and the red East
rising of Tai Shan.
While in the beast’s belly
stood the Black Panther Party.
Red Book’s shining light
held high, displayed proudly.
In the other hand
they held
the guns
of liberation.
There were many who
impatiently
awaited word,
‘Let’s go! Now!
Seize the time
Seize the hour
Off the pigs,
Seize the power.
The sky was there
with red tinged clouds
waiting
wanting to be kissed
by the surge of humanity.
~~~~~
That was then.
We have rounded
histories bend
never reaching
the top of Chingkangshan.
This is now
a new generation
a youthful crowd
seeks a new hour,
a righteous power
to topple those
old ‘Ivory Towers’.
~~~~~
That was then
we rocked the boulevard
with our deeds
our urgent words
and necessities.
“Let’s not speak falsely now
the hour is getting late.”
Each day
saw some new advance
a new dance.
For a short
wonderful breath
we had the upper hand.
We had the bourgeois
on the run.
They, shaking at rustling leaves;
we, laughing as they flee.
That was then,
this is now.
We have rounded
histories bend
never reaching
the top of Chingkangshan.
~~~~~
As I replay
that Jimi scene from
30 some odd years ago
I can’t help thinking,
We had them on the run?
The flames from Jimi’s alive guitar
spoke to us
and we replied,
‘Wild thing,
you move me!'
And as we round
histories bend,
I can once again
see the snow caps
gleaming in the sun.
This time
this time we will
reach over top
of Chingkangshan,
we will boldly say,
“Excuse me while I kiss the sky!”

Archives:  Written 1998*

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There are no ancient swords to aid in this,
nor prophets pointing the way,
no magic rings to find in dark caves,
nor a sleeping host awaiting the call.

Under the mists of time,
the faces worn in the light,
and the fears in the night,
still we stand and fight.

There are no keys to hidden doors,
nor waystations upon the road,
no mountains which to climb,
nor holy refuge to stumble upon.

Under the mists of time,
the faces worn in the light,
and the fears in the night,
still we stand and fight.

There is no face to the dark,
nor name to cry out to within it,
no blessing that I can give you,
nor any promise I can make.

Under the mists of time,
the faces worn in the light,
and the fears in the night,
still we stand and fight.

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Under the mists of time,
the faces worn in the light,
and the fears in the night,
still we stand and fight.

How can I be what you need?
How can I fight the past without weapons?
How can I hold you in the dark and make it go away?

There is no quest to be had,
save the one that takes me to you,
no battle worth fighting,
except to fight for you.

So much said and done,
so much unsaid and undone,
lost here now, lost within and without.

Under the mists of time,
the faces worn in the light,
and the fears in the night,
still we stand and fight.

I saw you just last night at our old hang out.
Hadn't seen you in such a while
And though I contemplated striking conversation,
being bold was never quite my style.
So I watch you from the corner of my eye now.
As my head floods with denial and with doubt
And though I'm brimming with inspired revelations,
I just sit here and reminisce about:

When you were mine.
Oh, when you were mine.
When you were mine...
But when you were thinking about me I had other things on my mind.

And I'm far too weak for this to go unnoticed.
But I'm far too strong to let you see me cry.
And though I crave so hard to tell you what I'm thinking,
I care way too much for subtleties to tell you outright.

So I just smile, when you look my way.
And I pretend that I'm happier this way.
Make believe this was all part of my plan,
as I watch you walk away holding her hand.
I'll just watch you walk away holding her hand.

Now I might pick up the phone later tonight,
with your number dripping from my finger tips.
I might happen to mumble something stupid.
The words: "I love you" just might escape my lips.
But ****, I might just be too fond of day-dreams.
Cuz being bold is certainly not my style
And though I'm dying to tell you what it is I'm thinking,
I care way too much for subtleties to tell you outright.

So I just smile, when you look my way.
And I pretend that I'm happier this way.
Make believe it was all part of my plan,
as I watch you walk away holding her hand.
I just watched you walk away holding her hand.

Now I'll go to bed tonight and just think about you,
and how I can't believe I let you get away.
And though for all these months I have kept so quiet,
the little girl inside me is begging me to scream:

Wish you were mine.
I wish you were mine.
Wish you were mine...
But when you were thinking about me, I had other things on my mind.

And I'm far too weak for this to go unnoticed.
But I'm far too strong to let you see me cry...
And though I'm dying to tell you what it is I'm feeling,
I care way too much for the subtleties to tell you outright.

So I just smile. And I'll turn away.
Tell myself I'm much happier this way.
Make believe that I even had a plan,
when all I wanna do is hold your hand.

But I just watched you walk away....