Escape

This song has been running thru' my head and been on repeat for two days.. and counting!!!!!! I love Pina Coladas!!!


Escape (The Pina Colada Song)

(Rupert Holmes)

I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long.
Like a worn-out recording, of a favorite song.
So while she lay there sleeping, I read the paper in bed.
And in the personals column, there was this letter I read:

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
I'm the lady you've looked for, write to me, and escape."

I didn't think about my lady, I know that sounds kind of mean.
But me and my old lady, had fallen into the same old dull routine.
So I wrote to the paper, took out a personal ad.
And though I'm nobody's poet, I thought it wasn't half-bad.

"Yes, I like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
I'm not much into health food, I am into champagne.
I've got to meet you by tomorrow noon, and cut through all this red tape.
At a bar called O'Malley's, where we'll plan our escape."

So I waited with high hopes, then she walked in the place.
I knew her smile in an instant, I knew the curve of her face.
It was my own lovely lady, and she said, "Oh, it's you."
And we laughed for a moment, and I said, "I never knew"..

"That you liked Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
And the feel of the ocean, and the taste of champagne.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."

"If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape.
You're the love that I've looked for, come with me, and escape."

Searching

She wakes in the shadows of a setting sun
alone again
Her thoughts drift of
to happenings
10 years earlier

Why does it seem like a dream
why does it seem like everything is a haze these days?

No matter,
where's that bit of hash
she'd taken from George the day before?

'I've got to do the laundry'
she thinks to herself
as she stumbles among the pile of broadshorts covered with sand
and dried up surf

searching for the light and paper and grass
that will
put her back

to where she wants to be.

Pain

Why do i feel this constant pain in my heart?
When will it ever go away?
Why do i wish to see you?
Should i wake the dead? Is it profane?
When will i ever know?

Why does your passing remind me of childhood
My lost and cherished years
an eternal space that is lost to me
forever it seems

and where can i find the answers?
When my heart feels so numb and heavy?
What desire is there in me?
I've lost my first love

Why is there this pain in my heart
When will it ever go away?

not guilty

I plead not guilty
to every single thing you
accuse me of

So sue me!
I will not be affected
by your condemnations

What's true
What's not
What's right
what's wrong

I've got a friend
and he loves another man.
Is there a problem with that?

I love him too
And I cannot say any longer

What's wrong or what's right
coz' I know the heart wants to
find an answer
and the answer is
sometimes just the warmth
of another body at night.

I shall not want

I shall not want
when you lead me
down that quiet narrow road

I shall not want
when I see your face
and know you're here beside me

I shall not want
when i feel the peace
that so readily eludes me

I shall not want
when I'm left wanting
not for anything else
but more of you.

On friendship - Kahlil Gibran

Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.


When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the "nay" in your own mind, nor do you withhold the "ay."
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.


And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.


Reading the above really speaks to me. Especially these lines, 'And let your best be for your friend.If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.', and 'And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.' and 'And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.'
It's truly the little things man...like polka dots and things associated with them... haha... these past few weeks i've been meeting up with old friends. And i realize... friends are so darn important! It's been a real comfort and joy to be with them even in the midst of loss. My friends have been with me through both grief and joy... and that's an amazing feeling. it changes me.