Sharings for you . . .

I live each day a little better because of you.

There are times in my life I die a little, but then you smile.
You never try to be something other than you.
I long so much to spend time with you for just a little while.

There are rivers, forests and a continent between us.
I would walk through them all if I thought the moment was right.
Do my questions, my thoughts, my sharings cause a fuss?
Please tell me now before I continue too much and send you into a flight.

Oh the friendship we have is more than I ever imagined anything could be.
If but for an accident I would not know things or be things or even have seen.
Is there a reason for this irresistible feeling that draws me?All I know is that you are so perfect and so wonderful I call you a queen.

Take these words and do as you will.
Don’t worry because I am simply sharing them here.
I have no intentions of trekking across lands and through hills.
But know that you are the one I hold most dear.
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Careless Whispers . . . (No Regrets)

Why do we love us?CarelessWhisper

What reason is there for it?

Never have we ever met.

No reasons for–a–regret.

 

Thoughtless careless whispers,

Float through our minds every way.

We try to stop them, or so we say.

But do we really…want them to stay.

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Souls mingle through electronic vines,

Sampling the secrets of unwanted minds.

Capturing language bodies cannot hear,

Through breaking down walls of thickening fear.

 

We wonder if miracles can happen in this day,

Only ever thinking of what others have to say.

Slap the taste…from your mouth,

And listen here…having no doubt.

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Do you think that we were ever mean to be be somebody,

Somebody else in this world of processed displays?

Are we what we were mean to be,

Or is there something more over the sea?

 

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

 

Inspiration: The music in my head is slightly inspired off of the just released U2 album Songs of Innocence. The very first track is called The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone). My tempo is a bit different and this doesn’t carry all the way through but that’s basically the inspiration. Some may ask is this inspired by a person. No, other than no regrets at meeting people and knowing people as we walk through life. That being said, all poetry is inspired.

 

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If’s . . .

If there are desires in the world you have not yet fulfilled,ron_ballgame_blackandwhite

Fill them.

If there are loves you have not expressed today,

Express them.

If you have pleasures you want to know,

Know them.

If you admire someone that could use admiring,

Admire them.

If you know someone who needs encouragement,

Encourage them.

If you have a dream for your future,

Fulfill it.

If you have if’s in your life,

Make them did’s.

 

Much Respect and Love

Ronovan

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Thursday Thought: Encourage Intelligent Decisions as a Habit

“When you see a young friend make intelligent decisions acknowledge it, and praise it. By doing so you are encouraging the continuation of a habit. Do this in every relationship of your life.”-Ronovan

gettyimages© Original Photo by laflor/Vetta
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I am the Fool.

I am the Fool.

by: Ronovan

The fool knows

But he does not share

The fool pains

But they do not care

There is an odd attachment one gets to a song. The title alone draws me in. The lone voice. The simple almost haunting music. Finally the lyrics themselves.

Written by Paul McCartney in 1967 and recorded by the Beatles the same year, this song ended up on their Magical Mystery Tour album. The film of which was a McCartney endeavor from beginning to end. The Beatles never performed this song together live before an audience.

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I am alone in my thoughts. I see things others do not. I am aware that some do not like my opinions. But I know the world keeps turning and I keep burning inside. Melancholy? Perhaps just admission of reality. Is admission of truth melancholy? Or is it acceptance so one can continue forward?

I am the fool on the hill.

I give you the video with the lyrics below.
http://youtu.be/EDtK7xUIDxk

The Fool on the Hill by The Beatles

Day after day, alone on the hill
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he’s just a fool
And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around

Well on the way, head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around

And nobody seems to like him
They can tell what he wants to do
And he never shows his feelings

But the fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around

He never listens to them
He knows that they’re the fools
They don’t like him

The fool on the hill
Sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning around

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