Thursday, November 27, 2014

Monday, November 24, 2014

Two Years gone by

Like a silent breeze
the years slip by us
has it been two years already since
you left us.
Thankful John, no wonder, you passed
so close to Thanksgiving.
Greatful John , others would call you,
You touched many hearts and souls.
Your beloved wife an four boys
I know you;re not far~ we just can;t see you,
but we can feel you~ loud an clear.
R.I.P John Sabatino

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I'm a puppet on a string
Tracy Island, time-traveling diamond
Could've shaped heartaches
Come to find ya fall in some velvet mourning
Years too late
She's a silver lining lone ranger riding
Through an open space
In my mind when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

Are you mine?
Are you mine?
Are you mine?

I guess what I'm trying to say is I need the deep end
Keep imagining meeting, wished away entire lifetimes
Unfair we're not somewhere misbehaving for days
Great escape lost track of time and space
She's a silver lining climbing on my desire

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways
So in case I'm mistaken,
I just wanna hear you say you got me baby
Are you mine?

She's a silver lining lone ranger riding through an open space
In my mind when she's not right there beside me
And I go crazy cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow, or just mine tonight?)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Friday, November 14, 2014

Life after 45.




"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless:
well-educated, brilliantly promising,
and fading out into an indifferent middle age."