Who I'd like to meet: Don Vance who was my love and companion for six years but as he dead, all those who encourage and support the precious dawning of mind in others and themselves, and most particularly women who just won't shut up.
"Scary to me is a world with out you All love would be gone Happiness would leave with it too The spring would call in and say It's not feeling well that day And winter would stay and stay and stay and stay Until the only feelings left to know Would be cold cold cold And even the youth Would sit around like they're old
So I'd better keep you happy Well fed and laughing Even if I have to back down an army Playing a Hip Rock Clown Rapping Break every stereotype known to man Just to see you smile at me I'll consider it a small task Because I love to see you happy that much
And since scary to me is a world without you I'm going to do What ever it takes to be there for you Because you are a large part of my happiness And the extra smile to make you smile Means I'll be taking the road well worth it Clutch Love Because scary is the day our lives are filled With hollow meaning"
Would you send a kiss to save the world To keep someone, maybe you, from dying in it?
Would you send a kiss To save your favorite girl?
What would you kiss that you would put on this list?
We all think we know what we are fighting for Until something hurts us Then generations later Still asking ourselves Was it worth it Seem to go through the same thing We can wake up from a bad dream With screams Or when we reach for a kiss For that we open our eyes And say I want more of this And we go through that day Longing for that kiss Could you imagine saving the world With a simple kiss list?
I kiss my pen And it bleeds So that maybe We wont be leaves Blown away In a win-less storm
I kiss my friend's bliss And they say they love me Year after year of this Loyalty Inspired by spirit kiss
Would you send a kiss to save your favorite video game?
You name What would make you aim your lips And send a kiss
Hendrix kissed the sky Would you kiss the child in you You hide the cries And truly say I'll be OK Today I'll make myself my own baby And kiss me bliss 'Til no pain can stay
And once I'm entrenched In the practice of this I'll see clearly What I love And put that on my kiss list
I once blew a kiss to hate And watched hate become confused And wait
What is on your wish list? That you consent to bliss kiss? A kiss for your business? For your dreams? For your favorite sports team? Sports hero? Your favorite car? I'm blowing you a bliss kiss So maybe you'll put something On your wish list Hoping maybe we'll build up enough bliss To offset all war With a simple kiss
Call me a fool But some things are worth writing for
A poem from "The Artist's War" by Ronnie Lee Daise
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Thanks for the nice message. :)
Glad to know you like my music! If you're around I have a few shows in the city this month. Rockwoood this friday!
As for radio stuff, that's awesome. Drop by a show or shoot me an email. The new CD will be out soon. I'm planning a big show for the release. Struggling musicians are always in need of exposure....and sales, so nothing's free anymore. ;)
The Dickies New Year's Eve Show 12/31/08 at 10 pm Includes Detention Dance Party after show Guest Star DJ Jesse Malin Coney Island High DJs spin all night long.
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No apology necessary. I think that you demoted me only to get my attention. You need me back in your MySpace life and this was one way to both elicit a response as well as check to see if I was noticing. It was, essentially... a cry for help; and as I still worship and adore you, I have arrived to make myself available for whatever MySpace needs you might have.
5:10 and I'm just stopping by your page again. NOT that I'm checking to see if I have fallen any further in your Top List of friends. Really. Just thought I'd pop-in again. In fact, I'm not even noticing if I'm still in the #6 spot. ummm... oh... I guess I still am. Well, anyway. Hope all is well. with you. and... your... friends. Talk soon.
Number SIX? How did that happen?? You've got me behind musicians and performance artists? Where did the love go? What about all the super kewl comments I try to post on a regular basis? I'm crushed. In fact, I think I may even activate the "Crushed" emoticon in my MySpace Mood Control function. I mean... I'm not even on your top row anymore! And you've been my #3 for like... forever. I just don't know anymore. I suppose I'll just have to adjust to my declining value on your MySpace Top Friends List, but it's going to take some time. Maybe if you dropped me down gradually, like one step at a time over the course of several weeks. Maybe then I'd have the opportunity to adjust somewhat to this. But to go right from Number Three to Number Six... wow. Beaten out by the transvestite cello player even... But, it's OK. Really. I'll get through it. It's not that important. It's only MySpace, right?
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