A Love Song

It never could have worked. She got it but he didn’t. He was close, floating up, his back arched perfectly in the warm, salt-water sea. Very close to those clouds actually, but for some reason he couldn’t pop the bubble between them. Couldn’t even see the thing, really. She could. She did. She never told him.
So it go’d, but in the end (by the…), it’s hard- to remember a face, behind a bubble. God took her back.

Before the Show

  ****** has nothing but will bring a canvas and his things to delight and amaze. I think acoustic music in the beginning for everyone, from anyone who can I guess, get everyone around and playing before everything to break the ice apart.
There’s still too much to do — there always is, but it’s all part of the plan.
Hmm. There’s minor trouble afoot, for no reason aparently, it’s odd, mostly he’s so on point it’s frightning.
Whisper it away and you’ll never no way see the sound waves traversing through the expellent, that’s just how it goes too. Break away and mind your manors. Smile too, but don’t even try to keep it going after it fades, it’s not going to fool anyone and no one who matter’s gives a damn, if you do too than it’s a nothing to mind it.
But be beautiful when you’re aware, her neverminds stick in your mind no matter what you try to do, you even smile and wink a little at the thought of it, any sane man would do the same, to blush against that beautiful line, be a part of that and you’d never forget. Gotcher.

Moove It.

Listening to: The Karma Exchange Live @ the Strand Theater (find it via gGoogle).

And this is posted via IPad + WordPress which don’t play nice together so this is being typed as I can’t see the letters on my scree. Apologies

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