29.231 (ish)

A thought is stopped at
my lips and they smile at you.
Good morning glory.

Magic Night

As per request...

Hey Hey Lyrics

Hey, hey. How are you doing today?
Hey there, Hi. Would you mind if I dropped by,
just to say, hey hey. How are you?

It's been a while since I've seen your smile.
And your smile makes grey skies blue.

Hey, hey. How are you doing today?
Hey there, Hi. Would you mind if I dropped by,
just to say, Hey, hey. How are you?

Bonjour, Salut. Comment-allez vous?
Hola, mwah. Como estas?

Hey, hey. How are you doing today?
Hey there, Hi. Would you mind if I dropped by,
just to say, Hey, hey. How are you?

Time has passed, since I saw you last.
The last time, there was a tear in your eye,
But I hoped you knew, that I've missed you, too,
everyday since goodbye.

Hey, hey. How are you doing today?
Hey there, Hi. Would you mind if I dropped by,
just to say, Hey, hey. How are you?

Not sure how far into 29 I am these days.......

First Kiss

A checkered blanket, speckled sunlight and a cool breeze.
I dream - lying next to you next to me.
Fingers mingling, intertwined, yours with mine.
Our faces so close, I can't see your mouth
but I can see your smile sparkling in your eyes.
No words emit amidst laughing fits.
A sigh of relief and comfort settles in.
Our touching toes bring silence.
My eyes wander through the curves and creases that line your face.
My finger traces. It touches slowly.
My breath stops, at your lips.

....over half way

I wrote this song September 17, 2010 and recorded sometime in October.

I wrote it because it is how I wanted to feel someday.

I feel that way now.

29.78

The air rushes into my body,
stopping, starting, stopping,
sputtering.
Like I am breathing underwater.
Like I am breathing for the first time.
Pressure pushes my lungs to take in oxygen again,
quick, short, jarring,
sputtering.
It does not flow.
It happens again and again,
as though the air were poison,
and I do not, cannot, take it in.
But there is no poison, there is just life.
There is no rhythm to my breath,
no systematic in and out,
pulsing my blood throughout my body,
causing my heart to lub and to dub.
There is just spastic contraction and expulsion of air,
of life.
There is no control.
There is a smell.
The plastic smell of latex;
sterile and musty at the same time.
And the light is dispersed here.
Lucid.
I hear raindrops, but I don't feel the wet splash
of drops landing, kissing my face.
I remember how it should feel.
I remember how it should smell.
I remember how rhythmic my breath should be
when I breathe in and exhale out.
There used to be a rhythm to my breath,
a rhythm to my life.
And now all it feels
is like I am drowning.

29.35 ish

Just found this one in the archives...wrote it in Peru?

The key
to life is simple.
Don't try too hard to be profound.
There is not meaning in every leaf.
Every cloud.
Every tear.
But savor the moments of growth,
of sun,
of joy.