translates;
Oh my dear Sharris, perhaps another time, another universe, you are such a lovely flower amongst the many thorns. I too will miss your heart.

Oh un mon cher Sharris, peut-être une heure différente, un autre univers, vous êtes une si belle fleur parmi les nombreuses épines. Je trop manquerai votre coeur.

I wouldnt mind a critic if he werent a critter

This may be my last post here so I'd like to leave you all with a beautiful goodbye and a gift. This is the address to my free music site. its mostly BLUES and some Classic Rock, and theres no fees or ads or any of that junk. Just thousands upon thousands of free tunes and complete albums of great artist to choose from. Enjoy and share it with a friend.
Blues Preacher

http://98.208.113.95/My%20Music%20mp3/

It never can be easy
It never can be right
Someones heart is always breaking
In the middle of the night
I should have done it differently
Or, perhaps just walked away
Its just as hard to say goodbye,
as it is to stay.

There's no beautiful goodbyes
No easy way to let go
I just hope that you find happiness
And all you're searching for
I know I've let you down
And broken all your trust
Just wanted to say goodbye
I know its not enough

Perhaps I was a fool
To hurt your tender heart
But, I never thought, it would end like this
Not from the very start.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused,
And if I made you cry
And wish there was some way to say
Some beautiful goodbye


Blues Preacher

thank you jimz

You are a dear lady

Good Humor Man

Good writing...I'd love to read a short story by you.

Go play on MySpace

You should really get some sleep

Some That Escaped

In the struggle to be a part of life;

Mans dreams are cut from him, by societies knife.

It's not a blade, of steel or gold,

It is the heart, that beats blood cold.

But, even through the years of pain,

There are the few, that can exclaim,

"I will escape!"



And as their life, goes on and on.

They learn to live, for their own song.

While others take and never bring,

The 'scaped will play their tune and sing.

And, when they turn, and leave for home,

Their song has not lost it's tone;

For, they have escaped.



And to the ones, that are themselves;

Who take their thoughts, from the shelves,

And spread them all, far and wide;

To your hearts, you've never lied.

You have escaped...



BluesPreacher

I'm still asking.....Where is your offering ?


Okay BonnyMiss, since you insist,
Evidently the 3 or 4 I posted last night,
Don't count for this..
It doesn't worry me,
For I never fear,
Here's a dity I call,
"Wish I was There".....



I find myself missing her,
She has always been,a part of my life.
Like a mother,
She rocked me to sleep.
Like a lover,
She shared my dreams.
Like a sibling,
We played.
She showed me her secrets,
And gave me precious gifts.
Such a wonderful woman,
The Ocean, I miss

The eyes of a serpent snake,
Have come upon my sleep,
I've seen them in my days wake,
While my mind was drawn too deep...

From the light, of the day,
Or, to the darkened mind,
They are not from the ways,
Taken from our times...

The eyes they last,
From my minds past,
Though, the eyes, that I have seen,
Have scarcely served their means;
For when I see the fangs and head;
I fear that, I will be dead..

"From the bite of a dream?"

Oh, ancient serpent eyes,
You have come to show your head!
May you live, as a lie,
For I have died and my dreams dead;
Then, so be the evil thing,
A death by the ending of my dreams...

BluesPreacher

Stepping out of my craft,

Onto the earth below me;

The land was bare of grass,

I found an open sea,

Asking where I am,

I thought,"Where is the answer?"

Looking for a tree,

Or maybe just a pasture,

Without a place to go,

By the sea I walked.

Nobody, here to speak with,

So to myself I talked.

I found myself alone,

Which led to my disaster.

I woke up in a fright,

And, asked myself the answer...


BluesPreacher

With apathy for time,
I'll think of Aphrodite's,
Gift of formdable beauty.
In a phrenetic ryhme,
I'll change but just one line;
She's now a harridan shrew.
Or, maybe a harlot fool,
But with a harpies hinds.
She shows her mental signs,
With whimsful sighs,
For her past guise,
And the changing of her mind...


BluesPreacher

While sitting in a bar, here in California, the day before my daughters wedding. The bartender is a very attractive young lady, not much older than my daughter. I ordered a beer and noticed on the little blouse she was wearing, was the picture of a pole dancer. This area is thick with stripper bars and the regular bars hire the girls to bar tend, knowing it attracts the male customers. I wonder, as I sit there drinking my beer and the blurry eyed boys make cat-calls and try to think of the perfect line, to impress the pretty young bartender, what kinda tip I can give this young girl.(if your thinking something crude, shame on you)

Otis Redding is singing a song, on the jukebox and she says to me,"I don't know, about this music." So I tell her who it is and the name of the song,"I've got dreams to remember" she flashes a pretty smile at me for recognizing the tune, I suppose.

I pick up a napkin and take out my pen and start writing something. Throw it away and try it again. Finally, after finishing my second beer, I throw a couple of bucks and the napkin on the bar and head out the door. After all, my daughter gets married tomarrow.

No it wasn't my phone number! the words on the napkin were these; "Dreams are like ice cubes in your hands, cold and hard and melting away or they can flow through your fingers and touch others."

thanks slowhand, great pieces

wonderfully descriptive

Loved it, truely mind working