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Long Lost Love
Mine was the kiss that you so used to miss,
when I was just gone for the day.
Now I'm always here and I'm ever so near,
but you couldn't be further away.
Mine were the eyes that saw all sunny skies,
a future so bright, warm and clear
but the torrents of tears and me fighting my fears,
made all but the blues disappear
Mine was the voice
that you picked as your choice
for every "I Love You" you heard
and even though it's still said every night before bed
my tone says I don't mean a word
Long lost love...
oh where did it go?
I know it won't change
but I still need to know.
Long lost love...
the fire has died
a promise is all I have left by my side.
We're watching each other grow old...
left here with nothing to hold...
and nothing is ever as cold....
as long lost love.
Wanting to die as I'm living this lie
and wading through rivers of tears,
mine is the heart that's been torn all apart,
our love has been lost now for years
Long lost love...
oh where did it go?
I know it won't change
but I still need to know.
Long lost love...
the fire has died
a promise is all I have left by my side
We're watching each other grow old....
left here with nothing to hold...
and nothing is ever as cold...
as long lost love
Mine was the smile that lasted a while
just hearing you call out my name.
Now when you call I feel nothing at all
and I wonder if you feel the same?
Long lost love...
oh where did you go?
I know it won't change
but I still need to know.
Long lost love....
the fire has died
a promise is all I have left by my side
We're watching each other grow old...
left here with nothing to hold...
and nothing is ever as cold...
as long lost love.
We're watching each other grow old.
We're left here with nothing to hold....
and nothing is ever as cold....
as long lost love.
-Jeannie Minor, Cornell Minor
12/20/2015
I'm not a drone, a plane, or a superman. I'm not snow, hail, or the Rainman.
I'm a big bird; I ride the wind and soar. I listen to the air flows that tell me when
I have healthy feet, but I was born to fly. I'm not anti-social, but most times I fly alone.
I love the heights and the embrace of the mountain I can see something the size of a rabbit three miles away
Remember the famous American hero, Mr. Benjamin Franklin? He was not a friend of mine, and you can't imagine what he said about me.
In fact, he preferred the wild turkey as the emblem of America instead of me, and would you believe it if I told you that he called me a coward and a thief?
Notice what he said in 1784: "For my own part,” he wrote, “I wish the Bald Eagle had not been chosen the Representative of our Country. He is a Bird of bad moral Character. He does not get his Living honestly.… Besides he is a rank Coward: The little King Bird not bigger than a Sparrow attacks him boldly and drives him out of the District.”*
I tell you, I don't know what to say except, "Hey, it's a wild kingdom out here". Mr. Franklin was a very smart man, but apparently he doesn't understand the wilds. Why if it had not been for the Endangered Species Act, I would probably not be talking to you today. Anyway, Thanks America for keeping me alive, wild, and free.
042420PoSpCtest, Wild, Anthony Slausin *Web sight: The Cornell Lab, All About Birds
Daily mounting pressures
What hides behind the eyes
You've tried your best to catch her
This crazy thing called life
While imitating art
No one saw you draw the signs
Sadly here you are
Dressed up like suicide
If you had asked permission
Would they grant the fall
Have you ever heard them listen
To your cries before
Set with tunnel vision
To the world outside
Giving out you give in
Dressed up like suicide
What was once distance thunder
Now goes off in your head
The down pour pulls you under
Held by the hand of death
A cushion for your problems
Sign on the dotted line
Smoke em if you got em
Dressed up like suicide
Although there's an average of 120 suicides a day in America alone the death of Chris Cornell was a real shocker to me and once again puts this tragedy to the forefront.
I beg you, please seek help....
For yourself and your loved ones.
What’s on your mind today: Do Tell? #2
Binders full of women; where? what is the price?
Governor that is so nice
Was it the pioneer women? "No
It's the women from Massachusetts
Not the pioneer women
who feed the hogs?
Attend to the children
And fed the chickens
But the modern women who attend
Harvard, Princeton, Yale and Cornell
Prestige Colleges and Universities
A binder full of educated women
Mr.R you would have been better off saying
I am going to give a voice to all women
Whose experiences might otherwise have been overlooked?
My Administration new passed word from now on is going
to be"Ladies First"
Pulled up your bumper babies
Vote for me.
Form:
I am the words that fill your mind. I show you the places you wish to go to in your wildest dreams.
To show you the history that years passed. I am the thing that brings fantasy and mystery to life. To give you friends when you not have a soul to speak with. I also bring you tales from the clock tower from your childhood about the boy who never grew up. To the stories that you remember, some folk, some rumors. Giving millions of eleven-year-olds the hope of a letter to bring them to the school of magic. Inviting others to a space filled with rows of wild roses and flowers that fill their lungs through the pages. I also help you get through the storms of the night and the colds of the day. I keep you company when your nose is running, and your forehead has a fever of 101. I also bring you poems from all over the world, asking if you are nobody too. I speak so many languages that give people a common ear, even if they talk in different languages. Showing you pictures of the trees and flowers in your head. Make you feel every emotion known to humankind. I am many things to everyone around the globe, but most people call me a book.
Written specifically for and dedicated to the staff and patrons of The Cornell Public Library of Cornell, Wisconsin
There are men who deserve to be loved
just because of their eyes,
naked souls which whisper
straight to your heart.
Star dust, soulmate, God's elemt.
Call it whatever you want,
there are no words explaining that bond.
Men you do not need to meet or touch
to offer them all the world's love
right from the moment you first heard them,
or looked into their pure, heavenlish, sad eyes.
Only God knows why we miss them
when they are gone.
Why we feel like if someone
ripped out a piece of us...
A piece we never knew we had.
And probably only God knows why
men who deserve that kind of
unconditional, inexplainable love
decide to give up and leave
while our hearts are broken into pieces
and refuse to accept their absence.
Even wind smells, feels and sounds like them...
In loving memory of Chris Cornell who has touched my soul in a very strange and inexplainable way.
Sometimes we humans can be mystifyingly cruel…
it is our most bewildering abnormality
when we are heartless, prejudice, unaccepting,
and treat others with self-righteous brutality.
Children being kidnapped…taken in a flash…
murdered…with no regard for human life…
then thrown away like trash,
Other children slain in their schools…lives taken in their early dawn
never knowing the life they might have lived…how far they might have gone.
And it’s not just our children…we are cruel to people of all ages.
Families looking for freedom in our country are deported…and put in cages.
People are bought and sold for sex…women are abused
Survivors of these tragedies…and the rest of us…
are left bewildered and confused.
We find this news when it reaches us…disgusting and and mind numbing…
but the atrocities, like Cornell University,
despite our sorrow…keep on coming.
Wars and hatred, genocide, mass murders… tyrants, oppressors, dictators
I can’t imagine this is the world imagined…by our gods and our creators.
I use to wonder why our all-loving Gods from wherever they are viewing…
haven’t used their powers to step in…when they see what we are doing.
I do not know the answer…although I am sadly filled with doubt
perhaps the Gods who created us…want us to figure it out.
Which makes me wonder…
Will this human society we’ve created be remembered
for the humans who these senseless acts of brutality…
so callously onto other humans drop them…
Or for those humans who stood by…
saw all these different forms of cruelty
and did nothing to try and stop them.
A National Tribute To Chris Cornell
Such a treasure! He'll always live in our hearts, and nothing can take that away from any of us. The beauty of death can sometimes make treasurable moments, that we all band together in moments that break worlds such in his memorable footprints that he left behind for us to live on, not forgetting his time here, but seeing the beauty that he left to just stop, look around and see them like this.
Rock on in those Sky's of blue, you will never be forgotten in our lives, and hearts, and souls. You were an inspiration to many, and talented singers, writers, and music encouragement to millions. Thank you, for being the artist you were, I'm grateful. You're loved and still loved, and your love will remain here in this life for all eternity as it is marked now. Inspiring artists you were, R.I.P Chris Cornell and play your music and sing your songs to Angel's up there including God! God Bless you, brother...
With Deep Sorrows,
William Darnell Sr.
"Who Do You Think You Are?"
She said, “Do you think LOVE is real?”
He said,
“LOVE is all there is.
It permeates all dimensions and all are asking for it.”
She said, “How can that be,
when throats are cut and lives beheaded on screen real time
and forgotten on a flippant air wave?”
He said,
“The World is estranged like a child and parent,
like a lover scourned,
wanting Me,
present,
to answer
Everything"
She said, “Do you not have all the answers?”
He said, “Inside you, there is me. You All have the “Answers".
Silence
is a door closed
on real
LOVE
Backs turned
are a united
child
spurned and
recalcitrant
wanting
answers
for
Honest
Men
and Women.
Disbelief
Never begs;
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1 Corinthians 13:13
"Black Hole Sun" Soundgarden
https://youtu.be/TZThOsCv2Mw
"Black Hole Sun" Chris Cornell (beautiful rendition)
https://youtu.be/oObvBpsTxEk
"Black Hole Sun" Katie Noonan (beautiful rendition)
https://youtu.be/BdANzSLTRQ4
Used books were sold each semester.
Los Angeles City College bookstore, and
California State University, Long Beach ...
They, too, sold used books.
I've been in possession of some -
Students felt fortunate stumbling on the right one,
For some classes commenced without certain books -
"Liberation Theology" was one such book-
I'd already own a copy signed by Dr. Cornell West
He spoke at Dr. Maulana Karenga's center one Sunday.
The point I want to make is:
Some used books held handwritten notes-
Students left their marks on pages of time.
And as the years passed, I formed a habit -
That habit told me not to borrow library books.
Why? I read, and like breeze with leaves, I twiddle words.
To deface another person's property... how trifling.
And so, I'd browse Barnes & Noble, and
Thrift stores housing books I would purchase and cherish.
For I know countless poems will come to mind
For I have seen haiku moments in my travels,
For when I die, find me on pages of time.
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