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Posted by zenhussy on March 31, 2007, at 15:07:39
those who have been around long enough to remember five years back please keep someone in your thoughts and prayers.
one loss is one too many....please no more.
please do not forget the connections and support from that time as now would be a perfect time to pay it forward.
our concern is serious. our worry is great. please remember how fragile the threads can be that connect us all and keep us alive.
thanks for any from long ago who understand this message. the compassion rolled out five years ago is very much needed now......and how.
please.
Posted by Phil on March 31, 2007, at 16:26:14
In reply to a very difficult weekend anniversary for many, posted by zenhussy on March 31, 2007, at 15:07:39
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Sarah,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...
Posted by Bobby on March 31, 2007, at 17:29:34
In reply to a very difficult weekend anniversary for many, posted by zenhussy on March 31, 2007, at 15:07:39
Every year at this time --I want to have a drink and read some Charles Bukowski.
Posted by zenhussy on March 31, 2007, at 20:43:04
In reply to Re: a very difficult weekend anniversary for many, posted by Bobby on March 31, 2007, at 17:29:34
might be a long next few days. glad others remember and are around. ty.
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