Lady

Lady, when you're with me I'm smiling
Give me all your love
Your hands build me up when I'm sinking
Just touch me and my troubles all fade

Lady, from the moment I saw you
Standing all alone
You gave all the love that I needed
So shy, like a child who has grown

You're my Lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
You're my Lady

Lady, turns me on when I'm lonely
Show me all your charms
Evenings when she lays down beside me
Just take me gently into your arms

You're my Lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
You're my Lady

Lady of the morning
Love shines in your eyes
Sparkling, clear, and lovely
You're my .... Lady

The wolves run free

Wind-time, wolf-time ....

I have (or had) been contemplating making this my last post, but probably will be in and out as time passes. It has been fascinating how people come and go, take breaks, disappear, while others go on and on and on awaiting old age to overtake and to collapse them at their keyboards. It is mostly the go on and on and on types which I find most interesting. Maybe, it is like coin collecting or running or reading. It becomes addictive after a while, part of one's life, part of one's actual psyche and identity.

Some among the "Englanders" are holding "blog camps," where they meet and get to know each other. That makes sense, perhaps the only real sense of blogging. No matter how talented or intriguing or captivating any particular bloggers might be, they remain little more than fictional characters in a motion picture (perhaps even less than that) unless at some point along the way they are met, and smiles and handshakes are exchanged, and face-to-face conversation replaces words typed on a computer screen.

This is an excellent way to express one's self, so, perhaps, everyone should be required to write a blog and everyone should be required to read the blogs of a dozen other people each day. It would be a way of making a legitimate tool from this "habit" -- if used in that manner, rather than undertaken as a "diversion to winter," as was my original purpose for coming here.

I do wish to thank anyone who actually read the stuff I put here. Some was serious, some was for the hell of it, some was to annoy and to irritate, some was trying to be funny, some was preaching, some was to attract beautiful young ladies. My belief is that eight out of ten guys who blog are here simply to attract beautiful young ladies, while one among the ten is here to try to sell you something other than himself, and the remaining one might actually be trying to express himself through words or photographs. The beautiful young ladies who are here have a greater variety of reasons to be present, I would speculate. In any case, thank you, those who read, for whatever reason you read.

I will be "on the road" more than off it during the next few weeks and/or months. When I was a "little kid," which is to say, a college student, I admired Jack Kerouac and his so-called great American novel entitled, "On the Road." I since have come to hold a certain degree of contempt for many (oh, well, admit it -- for most) "modern" writers of fiction and poetry.

While I would characterize the road trip by Jack and associates as little more than an extension of going out bar hopping on Friday night and discovering you are three states away from home on Sunday afternoon (something many of us had done long before we were introduced to the genius of Sal, Carlo and Dean -- it was symptomatic of a disease called adolescence), my own ventures will be less of a party and more of a celebration.

Since I am at it, I would amend the list of those I hold in disdain to include most contemporary (= politically correct) "professors" of higher education. I place them along side of most contemporary celebrities, who, it seems to me, must spend most of their days standing in front of mirrors asking questions of themselves. A person would be better served by planting and tending a garden than by reading "popular" novels or by attending literature classes in the typical college or university. Sort of a "real food" vs. "junk food" situation.

The former paragraph is an example of me writing to annoy and to irritate -- among other things.

As the sun sets in the West, I will make a notation in regard to fictional characters in films and elsewhere. I am real. I am and always have been who I say I am. No allusion permitted here and, as I have commented before, no time for phonies, no room for amateurs. I will be back when the sun rises in the West -- well, probably before then, especially since many of the words I have left here today are cynical. I might be sarcastic, but I am not misanthropic. Take care ....

Fram the First's Old Norse Talisman:

Nine worlds I knew, the nine in the tree ....
Wise was my speech and my magic wisdom ....
Dark grows the sun, and in summer soon
Come mighty storms: would you know yet more?
Axe-time, sword-time, shields are sundered
Wind-time, wolf-time, ere the world falls ....

O'er the sea from the north there sails a ship ....
The fetters will burst, and the wolf run free;
Much do I know, and more can see
Of the fate of the gods, the mighty in fight.

Now do I see the earth anew
Rise all green from the waves again;
The cataracts fall, and the eagle flies ....
Then fields unsowed bear ripened fruit ....

In wondrous beauty once again
Shall the golden tables stand mid the grass,
Which the gods had owned in the days of old ....
More fair than the sun, a hall I see,
Roofed with gold, on Gimle it stands ....
And happiness ever there shall they have ....

Absolute Beginners

I've nothing much to offer
There's nothing much to take
I'm an absolute beginner
And I'm absolutely sane
As long as were together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches second time
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true

Nothing much could happen
Nothing we can't shake
Oh we're absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as you're still smiling
There's nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But we're absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
We're certain to succeed

If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches second time
Just like the films
There's no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
It's absolutely true

July Morning

There I was on a July morning -- I was looking for love
With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun
At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home
With the storm and the night behind me and a road of my own
With the day
Came the resolution
I'll be looking for you

I was looking for love in the strangest places
There wasn't a stone that I left unturned
I must have tried more than a thousand faces
But not one was aware of the fire that burned
In my heart
In my mind
In my soul
In my heart
In my mind
In my soul

There I was on a July morning -- I was looking for love
With the strength of a new day dawning and the beautiful sun
At the sound of the first bird singing I was leaving for home
With the storm and the night behind me and a road of my own
With the day
Came the resolution
I'll be looking for you

Sunrise

Sunrise
And the new day's breaking through
The morning
Of another day without you
And as the hours roll by
No-one's there to see me cry
Except the sunrise
The sunrise and you

Tired eyes drift across the shore
Looking for love and nothing more
But as the sea rolls by
No-one's there to see me cry
Except the sunrise
The sunrise and you

Sunrise
Bless my eyes
Catch my soul
Make me whole again
Sunrise, new day

Hear my song
I'm tired of fighting
And fooling around
But from now on
Till who knows when
My sword will be my pen
And I'll love you, love you
For all of my time