LOVE,
Almighty Love
Self Love
Neighborly Love
Puppy Love
Teenage Love
Couple Love
Soul Love
True Love
Eternal Love
One Love…
LOVE,
okay...i have found my dream
she been there near 34 year
now i talk in daylight 2 her...and
she loves me like i do her..
and that is no made up story...but it certainly could B
i told my son...who grinned ...so U R pic is on the
bulletin above where i sit...now staring up at U
in Glacier and waterfall behind U...
soon B midnight...but i no longer fret...
finding who fits this glass slipper...
U have tried it on...
and report it fits like a very fine glove...
made so by U R desire ... 2 also live U R dream
when 2 dreams come together it lights up the
whole rainbow sky...thanks B 2 our same GOD in
heaven 4 its is His way of showing how He loves
us all equally...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZsoHqApn_4E&feature=player_embedded
Beyond The Horizon
Beyond the horizon, behind the sun
At the end of the rainbow life has only begun
In the long hours of twilight 'neath the stardust above
Beyond the horizon it is easy to love
My wretched heart's pounding
I felt an angel's kiss
My memories are drowning
In mortal bliss
Beyond the horizon, in the Springtime or Fall
Love waits forever for one and for all
Beyond the horizon across the divide
'Round about midnight, we'll be on the same side
Down in the valley the water runs cold
Beyond the horizon someone prayed for your soul
I'm touched with desire
What don't I do?
I'll throw the logs on the fire
I'll build my world around you
Beyond the horizon, at the end of the game
Every step that you take, I'm walking the same
Beyond the horizon the night winds blow
The theme of a melody from many moons ago
The bells of St. Mary, how sweetly they chime
Beyond the horizon I found you just in time
It's dark and it's dreary
I ponder in vain
I'm weakened, I'm weary
My repentance is plain
Beyond the horizon o'er the treacherous sea
I still can't believe that you've set aside your love for me
Beyond the horizon, 'neath crimson skies
In the soft light of morning I'll follow you with my eyes
Through countries and kingdoms and temples of stone
Beyond the horizon right down to the bone
It's late in the season
Never knew, never cared
Whatever the reason
Someone's life has been spared
Beyond the horizon the sky is so blue
I've got more than a lifetime to live lovin' you
Copyright © 2006 by Special Rider Music
MY Anthem Neil Young (move over U2, Bruce, Rolling Stones etc) is, by a sizable margin, my choice FOR THE VOICE OF ROCK n ROLL 1970 - 2011.
Constantly staying true to himself, constantly probing for new ways to express the foundational values of rock n roll, constantly confronting the posers, constantly not resting, constantly reaching for that which is time-less, constantly fear-less and constantly more than a singer/songwriter...a fully dimensional human being...
a son of a Father who sang everyday in the raw landscape of the plains of Ontario...the brother of the family that he remains connected; a sister provides back-up vocals on a large number of his songs...a husband and best friend to wives, who also provide back-up vocals...a Father to his children...always hands-on as a stay at home Dad...
a sponsor of his own Charity working to bring joy to children, like his own, who are learning challenged...a custodian of redwood cover land in northern California...a courageous man who will not be deterred by heart-break or loss. A unsought after title, a life worth emulating. May he continue to harvest.
…where people leave their laptops and car keys untended, never lock their doors, and follow the ethic of cooperation they learned a thousand years ago while sailing and fishing for cod in the harsh Norwegian Sea.
In Norway… a country cushioned by oil money yet vividly conscious of environmental change; communitarian if not socialist and yet brimming with energetic entrepreneurs; concerned about immigration, yet still suffused with an ethic of welcome.
The sense of trust extends to public behavior in public places.
In Oslo -- a national capital that still feels like an overgrown small town -- there is no thicket of bollards and guard shacks surrounding the government buildings.
And that made it so easy for a man with a witches' brew of fertilizer chemicals to do his deed.
Howard Fineman
Editorial Director, AOL Huffington Post Media Group
"I B Spirit-in-Sky" from Paul Servelle on Vimeo.
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