 "The Morning Dance" by Diana Mary Sharpton Introduction: “We've lost a lot of years, but you can't lose love. Not real love. It stays locked inside you, ready for whenever you are strong enough to find it again.” ― Martina Boone Our Dance Locked in this room with no windows or light It’s icy cold to bare skin; a constant pain, I fight Escape would taste like honey dipped in lime God! I beg you, release this soul; give me love Give him time…. Walking in circles around and again A hopelessness it almost seems Let me shed this skin; let me rip it from these bones So that flesh falls on to the unsympathetic stones Maybe then… the door will open to a golden sunrise I am distressed beyond what a mind can endure Sitting in this dark clammy room; Is this it? No, I am sure…. So, I leave this body; climbing into all those sweet dreams Surrounded in music it's our dance; that’s what matters to me… Diana Mary Sharpton © copyright all rights reserved 2017 It's my honest opinion that being in-love can bring the extremes in emotions. These are the lyrics: "In The Name Of Love" (with Bebe Rexha) [Bebe Rexha:] If I told you this was only gonna hurt If I warned you that the fire's gonna burn Would you walk in? Would you let me do it first? Do it all in the name of love Would you let me lead you even when you're blind? In the darkness, in the middle of the night In the silence, when there's no one by your side Would you call in the name of love? In the name of love, name of love In the name of love, name of love In the name of love In the name, name In the name of In the name, name In the name of In the name, name In the name of Love If I told you we could bathe in all the lights Would you rise up, come and meet me in the sky? Would you trust me when you're jumping from the heights? Would you fall in the name of love? When there's madness, when there's poison in your head When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed I will hold you in the depths of your despair And it's all in the name of love In the name of love, name of love In the name of love, name of love In the name of love In the name, name In the name of In the name, name In the name of In the name, name In the name of Love I wanna testify Scream in the holy light You bring me back to life And it's all in the name of love I wanna testify Scream in the holy light You bring me back to life And it's all in the name of love In the name of love, name of love In the name of love, name of love In the name of love In the name, name In the name of In the name, name In the name of In the name, name In the name of Love I miss you Sugar....If I become silent, know I am waiting and wanting you..... xxxx  "A Morning On Fire" by Diana Mary Sharpton 'Introduction: “Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret. Life takes on a neat simplicity, too. Time ceases to have any meaning. When it is dark, you go to bed, and when it is light again you get up, and everything in between is just in between. It’s quite wonderful, really. You have no engagements, commitments, obligations, or duties; no special ambitions and only the smallest, least complicated of wants; you exist in a tranquil tedium, serenely beyond the reach of exasperation, “far removed from the seats of strife,” as the early explorer and botanist William Bartram put it. All that is required of you is a willingness to trudge. There is no point in hurrying because you are not actually going anywhere. However far or long you plod, you are always in the same place: in the woods. It’s where you were yesterday, where you will be tomorrow. The woods is one boundless singularity. Every bend in the path presents a prospect indistinguishable from every other, every glimpse into the trees the same tangled mass. For all you know, your route could describe a very large, pointless circle. In a way, it would hardly matter. At times, you become almost certain that you slabbed this hillside three days ago, crossed this stream yesterday, clambered over this fallen tree at least twice today already. But most of the time you don’t think. No point. Instead, you exist in a kind of mobile Zen mode, your brain like a balloon tethered with string, accompanying but not actually part of the body below. Walking for hours and miles becomes as automatic, as unremarkable, as breathing. At the end of the day you don’t think, “Hey, I did sixteen miles today,” any more than you think, “Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.” ― Bill Bryson I Want to Walk with You I keep finding this decision hard I keep finding a room that's in the dark I don't know, shed some light on it Maybe save me from what i'm feeling this lonely day Cause the secret's out and the secret's clear What I want Yes I want to walk with you I want to hear you say "Yes I want that too" I want to walk, I want to walk with you I want to hear you say "Yes I want that too" Can I tell you wht I cannot tell myself In my thoughts there's a voice calling "You will be lost" In my life I deny, deny this heavy load And obsession is clearly my need to know Can I let it out, can I let you know What I want I don't want to run from this It seem's like it'd be hard to do now I don't want to lose my head Falling down infront of you I don't want to lose my head now It could be so easy to do If I could find a reason why I'd stay here, stay here, stay here Stay here, stay I want to give love I want to share I want to show you how much I care I want to hold you I want to touch I want to give my love away I want to walk I want to walk I want to know what is in my soul Opinion: The introduction is more than just a quote about walking. Read it again. Then close your eyes and think about Bill's message. It's truly three dimensional or is this complexity really about one's personality? If so, what is Bill's lesson? On a personal message, I have been down lately. The "Blues" are eating me alive. Nothing seems to click and or connect. Kind of like the roller coaster ride that is on it's way down about to hit bottom. The pictures I take do not seem to be my best, on and on, even to the fact that now I cannot get my Facebook notifications to work properly. I have worked on this issue for hours to no avail. Almost like that time when my Twitter notifications did not work for a couple of months. Then one day out of the blue they started working. I give up! The main reason why this is so important is that notifications are the only way I know who is responding to my posts, who is interested, who follows me, and who are the real people in my life/circle/journey. Yes, I spend a lot of time on Social Media promoting my work and the work of others. So, notifications are crucial in helping me go in the right direction... Work... this is one of the big ones so... I will leave it alone. Third subject: This song is by the brilliant Toni Childs. I wish she would come back on stage and sing... We have so little music from this gifted artist... Last but definitely not least, I miss you Sugar. I picked this song for you... I hope you enjoy it as much as I do... wonderful lyrics and tone... Let's talk soon... please :)  "Magnolia Blossoms" by Diana Mary Sharpton INTRODUCTION: “When love is not madness it is not love.” ― Pedro Calderón de la Barca In the dark we crush Julia Cohen crab apples for the sound of it. Light cannot be bitter. The backyard licks us. Blue like kindling, the fox we caught with a shoebox. Your shirt is a constellation in the tent of recovery. If you release the hand you relax the animal. Bookshelves hold up the moon. I sweep your fur into a feeling. I put you into my memories on purpose. Moss smuggles stars into your cheeks. Inside your body’s future, bravery turns to pulp. The flashlight pendulum. Your face sounds like that record player. Electric & spinning. Let’s grow old together. Don’t be scared of Gertrude Stein. Be brave. I was feeling this song tonight Sugar... like I'm feeling you... |
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Diana Mary Sharpton“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” Categories
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