For being the source of HIS, my tears will find no resolve in the sheets that catch them, only through him, who from the day I met him, has been my most beloved; my most perfect friend.
Shakespeare's Othello, before he took the blade to his heart did say:
"you must speak of one who loved not wisely, but too well"
if I have never understood this quote I have taught for years, I do now. There is a song for this feeling... My heart will archive a compilation for this fall. When my cherished one finds the heart to come to my aid, forgive the errors of my heart's ways, I may be given permission, only then, to forgive my foolish heart. Others will have to forgive the quiet, the blank stare, the prospect that I may beg pain's permission (again) to write poems. My pen fails me as my heart has. And perhaps there is reason for it all... Maybe someday it'll all make sense.
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Foolish Heart First appeared on Street Talk
(Columbia Records 39334)
1984 Street Talk Tunes, April Music Inc & Random Notes)
(Steve Perry, Randy Goodrum)
I need a love that grows
I don't want it unless I know
With each passing hour
Someone somehow
Will be there
Ready to share
I need a love that's strong
I'm so tired of being alone
But will my lonely heart
Play the part
Of the fool again
Before I begin
Foolish heart
Hear me callin'
Stop before
You start fallin'
Foolish heart
Heed my warnin'
You've been wrong before
Don't be wrong anymore
Feelin' that feelin' again
I'm playin' a game I can't win
Love's knockin' on the door
Of my heart once more
Think I'll let her in
Before I begin
Foolish Heart
Hear me callin'
Stop before
You start fallin'
Foolish heart
Heed my warnin'
You've been wrong before
Don't be wrong anymore
Foolish heart
Foolish, foolish heart
You've been wrong before
(keyboard solo)
Foolish heart
Hear me callin'
Stop before
You start fallin'
Foolish heart
Heed my warnin'
You've been wrong before
Don't be wrong anymore
Foolish heart
Oh foolish, foolish heart
You've been wrong before
Foolish, foolish heart
Foolish heart
2 comments:
there is a cool breeze that touches my lips as they open to say a metta prayer to you and your beloved and all those who surround you ... may you all be peaceful, happy, free of suffering and confusion, and filled with acceptance and loving-kindness for yourselves and everyone and everything in the universe. i close my lips as i hum a double om and amen. beautiful words you share always strike a chord in my heart. tyou for sharing. i am preparing to miss your brave soul heart artist spirit. i read last night about the work you and the brothas are doing with the new collective. the blade article got me excited about ways we might be able to work together through art. will marinate on it and chat with you later. will see you on friday fo' sure ... i wanna give you something to take witcha to chicago for your b-day ... it is small and can with you in your bag. just tell me what are your favorite colors. missing you already ... knowing that all things are working for your highest and greatest good. lots of happiness and love, ananda ps: check out another brotha's blog - http://civileyes.blogspot.com. stephen's morpholical confetti blog is wonderful...
Your posting of this song reminds me of when I was in the 4th grade. I had a... was it a crush, real or faked... on this rather ugly girl in retrospect named Chris. However she was dating Marvin, Clifton's brother, whom I wanted to be best friends with -- because he was cool and later because his jeans were always too tight in the crotch. Anyway, I penned this letter to him in order for Marvin to take pity on me and just leave me alone.
I really bewildered people in the when.
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