Brooklin, Maine Don't write it in a letter Don't tell me on the phone Don't say you feel that way for me While I sit here all alone You say you need a break You say you felt let down My bank account is dwindling You say it's time to move along Here is the man who loved you I placed each and every st...

World is strange today Yes it is But i will I'll carry on Umm huh Sign of the time Hanging in the sky Most pass by Don't wonder why Never ask why Heaven is a place I'd rather be But I'm here On the ground To carry on Living here In this world He gives the world His only son His begotten son Sun is r...

Campfire Confusion/Confessions Bacon slowly cooking on a fire in a big cast iron skillet. The heart like the skillet is big & full of love in spite of being hardened & heavy...painfully seasoned by experience. Alumnus of weekend furloughs from life. Defragmentation of forty-seven years experience an...

This song/ lyrics are simply the friendly ghost, not always friendly, speaking to humans while manifested in the flesh. Regards, Gully “1 Corinthians 2:9 However, as it is written: "What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived" -- the things God has prepared for ...

Hands of time I remember listening to this song on my way to meet you after our long break up. I was thinking...wondering if we could indeed turn back the hands of time? Little did I know that it wasn’t so much about you & I it was deeper then that. It was turning back the hands of time to our past....

Boss~”I'd love to 'see' my sister again - alive in any form for one long eternal day”. Me too Boss. My sister died a suffering death over 20 years of heroin addiction. I know she is in peace now & all suffering is over. Even the suffering of living in this world. I remember being a little boy about ...

Once as a child I found a package of those chocolate bar resembling laxatives in our medicine cabinet. I stuffed them down my pajamas, kissed my parents good night and snuck them back to my bedroom. Curiously I tore the wrapper and proceeded to break the squares up into individual pieces. I ate one....

Never goes as planned

We tried to forget,
We weren't forgotten.

We had given up,
We weren't forsaken.

We have nothing,
We hold everything.

We became nothing,
We are infinite.

We had a name,
We are nameless.

We tried to die,
We live eternal.

I don't think we even own our bodies. Disease & death ultimately claim that part.
Our souls perhaps...yes I believe so. I suspect in the here-after we will know who we really are or better yet who we are not.

Besos,
Gully

Very nice!

Listen, The stuff I put out are for me. If just one other person likes or gets something out of it that's great. That's rewarding but ultimately just putting one out is rewarding enough for me. I can't write if I tried. Something quick or something thought long and hard on...working it out. Never wo...

Boss, I suspect solongleonard is upset I didn't mention painters as artists. And besides anyone that knows me knows I do not like toffee & haven't smoked a joint in 12 years and when I did smoke I never shared. Have a good Easter Boss, Gully Solongleonerd, Pictures of the sex are soon to come. Smh, ...

And the sex is good too Met this girl Artist sculptor, writer, designer Vinyl records playing She makes us coffee We share poems, music & lyrics Talk about tragedies Talk about recovery from tragedies We smile We're the same Can't get enough 3 hour drives through the week For coffee And to talk abou...

Very nice....I love stuff like this because it inspires me to write. I let the music turn into emotions and my mind places the words.

Thanks for sharing

Love you too, Boss