heartbeats

...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...

... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ...
2000 HEARTBEATS

and the roller coaster ride goes on forever
no matter what we do or say or see
so I take another deep breath and hold on now
as the roller coaster ride rolls over me

phew, huh?... life as a heartbeat (or is that a poet who passes as a hopelessly hopeful romantic?) can be quite dramatic... tramatic even... pnuematic even... so maybe I reach for the silver lining just to keep from being stoned?... and the tongue returns to the cheek to remember Harry and ah, but I fly so high... J

and I'm still hearing Paul's voice echoing my own (or is that my voice echoing his) asking the same old question, is there anybody going to listen to my story...

  maybe I just need to go down for some more strawberry fields...

sure would like to return to a life where there's nothing to get hung about... forever, even... so I passed the past few hours of this lonely morning pouring some heartbeats into this garden of words... still finding the metaphoric blodd stains on the sheets when I wake and still demanding nothing less than the illusion of a totally clean start over slate from each day... can it get any better than this (how do I get myself giggling at times like these I may never know, but I thanks me for it) J

still... just in case you happen to have a spare hug laying around,
feel free to sneak it around me anytime...

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