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Freddy S Zalta Dec 2014
So sad, flying away and leaving home.
So sad, saying goodbye to my only one.

Who will hold me when I feel alone.
Who will caress me and kiss me at home?
Who will look me in the eyes and open her arms?

The window is open and the time is now.
To dream about forever and forget about now.
Through the fields of flowers and the roads of cracks.
We can live our lives tomorrow and never look back.

I know you feel this way too - far away from you.
I guess that's why they call it the blues.
When you are no beside me I cannot choose.
Between smiling or crying - smiling always will lose.

The window was left open and a cold wind was blowing.
There were no birds singing, no crows crowing.
Nothing but the blood stains upon my shoes...
A tear fell and I thought, I guess that's why they call it the blues.
Freddy S Zalta Dec 2014
While growing up the son of a vaudeville clown.
I would often watch my father and feel let down.

The music would play and then end abruptly.
Seeing him kissing the chorus girl but never my mommy.

The lead actor would hurry by in costume, while the director would come out of his office smelling of ***** and perfume.
The lead actress wiping her lips on his handkerchief
While the curtains began to lift revealing two actresses in mischief.

The Stage Manager lost all the props,
the producer watched the spotlights drop.
The chorus girls giggling in front of their mirror.
As the perverted preacher peeked through the hole in fear.

A young boy screamed out "liar" as his mother walked onto the stage and straight into the fire.

Oh mother, oh father - will you please get down from the stage?
Before I grab an iron and start beating you in rage.

Oh preacher man can you ever speak the truth? Or are you simply a dreamer who does not believe in rules?

Oh Lord what has this world become? Darkness is supreme and we are still waiting on your sun.
To shine the way home, so we can sit 'round the table in a room, with no stages, no lies only the truth.
Take us home...
No more illusions.
No more acting.
No more big promises with small returns.
Nothing to lose and nothing to learn.
Just plain flavored love with a dash of honey.
Freddy S Zalta Dec 2014
Silence...
Then...a swirling tornado, a child crying...Silence.
A waterfall so loud it echoes across the land - infinite drops of water...
Falling, crashing, being born and ****** into a whirlpool - a community of water...
Silence...
Silence so loud it can drive you mad...
Fast transportation - no patience for the journey.
Trying to catch up to the speed of time only to fall short.
Into a white lighted silence...
Love, overwhelming as the water falling into the river. Embracing, caressing...
Darkness - overwhelming as the feeling of drowning...

"Do you hear me? Do you see me? Can you ever understand who I spent my life trying to be?"

Happiness is elusive and unfamiliar when the lights are out, the silence screams and there is nothing anyone can say or do to help you.
Peace can be impossible when the voices are angry and the smiles are few.  
Can you understand how far one falls without being able to see the bottom?
Can you ever truly comprehend the madness in the silence, in the darkness, in the room with no walls only windows?
Silence...
Silence so violent one can never be safe in the safety of her arms.
She cannot understand - she did no harm but she can do no good for you.  
In the dark...
Silence...
A swirling wind, a tornado - the evening never ends and the cold wind never warms.  

"Do you hear me? Can you remember who I was? Can you ever understand that sometimes an ending is the only remedy for an endless drop, a free-fall, in the dark..."
Freddy S Zalta Nov 2014
Shaking, alone, missing her lips...
Shaking, under the covers missing her back...
Waking alongside her leaning inside her
Simple words - simple movements - passion is forever just don't let the flames turn to dust too soon.
Lips of fire - love or desire - is she looking at me or just staring?
Beauty is simple, desire is human but love is a blessing.
Don't waste it - don't destroy it - just be there and love.

Desire is quenched when your lips touch hers.
Love is a blessing, don't turn it into a curse.
Desire is a need to feel another heart beat.
Love is for you, for you and me.

I love you aren't just three words - they are admissions of surrender.
They are the 3 keys to unlock the inner self that we try too hard to conceal.
There is no feeling taken for granted such as love...
Freddy S Zalta Nov 2014
Somewhere in time there is a song playing, a well dressed man and a lady in a gown are dancing slowly in rhythm to the music. There is a live band playing that song - all of the members are dressed in a tuxedo and the piano player is singing. Somewhere in time.

Somewhere there are horns honking, sirens blaring in the distance and a couple in a taxi in the city, heading uptown. New York City - as if there is any other place in the world that can call itself "The City." Outside there is snow softly floating, the temperature is falling and the night is coming on way too soon. On the radio is a memory disguised as a song. He takes her hand and holds it tight. A tear falls from her eyes and he catches it with his kiss.

In another place - somewhere in time - there are children playing in a park, on a spring day, dogs and baseball catches, the sound of a lone performer singing a James Taylor song as lovers walk hand in hand. A central park unlike any other - Can you hear the music?

Somewhere in tune with time, where sweet memories are made, there is a child who is now an elderly man. He is struggling to remember just who he is, once was and if there will ever be a moment in time when he remembers clearly...

But there was a moment in time when he would walk straight, with inner music leading the way - music of love, joy and faith. There was a moment in this vast universe when he changed the course of the stars, made the sun shine even brighter and made the world a better place to be. Cooled the summer and warmed the winter - soft hugs and kisses and music all around. He made the choruses sing and the children laugh...Can you hear the music?

There was a moment in time when he would stand by a window, sweating, accomplished as his children each sang their own songs, moved to their own rhythm, each one leading their own way - yet always united as one.

There was a moment in time when he felt as if he was 'the man.' Just a moment when he felt a happiness, though fleeting it was felt and that moment he replays each time he lays in bed to sleep. Music and rhythm of love.

Autumn - leaves have completely left their trees, the branches are bare and the sun goes down way too soon. Cool evenings, a glow from the TV and shadows on the wall of someone walking - not sure if its past, present or future.

In the valley by the riverbed there is a sole soul sitting on a rock. He looks around him and the hills are filled with people, family, friends and strangers...the sun has just risen and a new day is beginning.

In another room there is a lady shedding tears surrounded by the love they created. She remembers the taxi ride and the way he kissed her tears away...the songs they danced to and the songs they sang out loud - somewhere in time they will be dancing again.

If you listen closely, put down all distractions - you can feel the rhythm. Close your eyes, let go and listen. Can you hear the music playing?

Lone pianist, playing softly and slowly. He's playing a song he once played, long ago...or was just yesterday? He plays the song and is back in time - slow dancing, tuxedos and laughter.

Listen for the music and you will find your way.
Freddy S Zalta Nov 2014
Love blossoms, blooms like the buds on the branches across the botanical garden.
In may,  in new York,  it's sweating,  glowing and knows where you've been.
Love has no clear definition,  comfort,  needs,  wants. ..tears fall from love and love can make you sweat.  
Love fades like the colors on the leaves,  petals on the roses sun light to the evening.
Love returns like the leaves on the barren branches and the darkness of the night lit up by the rising sun.
Freddy S Zalta Nov 2014
Twisted road, a river on the left hand side - rolling on and on.
I walk with my dog, leashless on this quiet afternoon.
The sun is begining to set and I can sense the looming presence of the moon.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel...

You held me once and I held you too.
It was just for one night but I still think of you.
When I am walking down this twisted dirt road with the moon now shining.
The sun has gone down and the birds have gone into hiding.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel...

Our blood once flowed, as one, as this river beside me.
The morning came too soon and your leaving didn't surprise me.
But I felt my heart ripping when I saw you walking away.
I don't know what it was but I still feel it to this day.

Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Can you hear me?
Can you feel what I feel?
Feel what I feel...

I know you can not or simply have chosen to forget.
I remember you like I remember that wool coat.
Now rain is softly falling as I walk along this twisted road.
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