I love what I do and I enjoy the people around me:
My family at home, my friends at school, and my work.
I try to surround myself with positivity.
It’s the little things in life that give me a smirk.
There are those times, though, that I need to take a break
And listen to music or sit in a quiet place.
Sometimes, I just have to take a walk by the lake
And listen to the sounds of nature in its place.
Then I am ready to get back to my routine:
Work, then school, then home, and then back to work again.
My time is precious, and my world is a machine.
Positivity is the oil and my zen.
Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious like a lover's caressing touch
In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.
The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.
In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.
In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.
A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.
I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
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Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones
Knumbed by her beauty
I stood in the fast beleif
she'd refuse my suggestion
of suppering in evening
she stood proud and
assured that I would
beg her whilst her friends
observed to sneer and smerk
I stood unattractive to either
but her gentle kindness
allowed me her person
when evening speaks
to the dawn
might the entanglements of
lovers speak to the night
might the crooning of songsters
croon
to make atmosphere for evening
her trusting me allowed me
to be me
unassured and stumbling
then welcomed by her kisses
our feats en lovemaking she
holds me
and makes me
her person
she makes me her lover
might the evening
speak to dawn
none shall know of our
nights together.
Admiration by morning
Inamorate from the night
than she spoke me
to be
to marry
to
marry.
We flew to Hawaii
I met her their
we shared a marvolos time
when we returned home
we married
a preachers stammering
tougne
spoke usas husband and wife.
wanting more than what he was allowed to afford
sounded like a strange way of having him
they wished him never to want
they bragge about how resilant they were
but in his dispair he sounded like
someone who couldn't understand the value
of currencey
Hornsby she spoke my name
looking over her dark rimmed glasses
might I understand what you want
you haven't the funds to support.
she said cuddle with those who can and you'll have what you need.
he smiled and begged her for the part he needed.
Mr. Hornsby if you wantit then
might those who sup with you
have the tresure for you
Mr, Hornsby's dilamma.
the fello in the pink sweater wishes
to kiss
: maybe he'll give you
the funds so that you
might dine upon the fillet mingon.
reduce your want then might you afford the bolonge instead.
you ask this of those you date
is this retroduction for
the night with women who wished to spend evenings with you
without couplig?
The change is on the dresser mi freind.
the change is on the dresser.
If you could see, the inside of me
What would you view, that you would want to see
For inside of me for any given year
Is loaded with music, it's my driven steer
Whether it's Rock with Deep Purple
Or Wish You Were Here with Pink Floyd
Inside my head
Music fills my brain void
Karnataka to Mostly Autumn
Thin Lizzy through the years
That's the way it is by Bruce Hornsby
His keyboard play brings my tears
But I can be rough and ready
And tank up the amps
Coloured Blind by Skin
Leaves me racially in thanks
Whole Lotta Love
Should be out there in force
Music should be in us
It's a matter of course
Close your eyes to the melody
Hey! it's the Moody Blues
When they played Red Rock
What gem would you choose
To answer your question
What has the past year brought
Another year of learning
Air guitar sought
Apart from seeing my kids prosper
Music avenue is my world
And watch them grow into their tomorrows
I have so much to be heard
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