11/12/2007 9:01 pm
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time is an illusion
when you are not here
time is an illusion
it can disappear
the moment you are near
as sappy as that seems
when you are with me
i no longer need dreams
ah yes, time is certainly an illusion for a hopelessly hopeful romantic like me... sometimes it is a nightmarishly indefinite illusion, kind of like a black hole... sometimes it does not seem to exist... I like it better that way...
so the last time i visited here, PJ was a year younger... PJ is a dear memory, a beautiful flower in the garden of my mind who just happened to have as a birth date the same date of my last post here... i miss her, but then, i miss everyone i've loved in this life, or anywhere, for that matter...
i still babble daily online, elsewhere , that nameless big secret real sharing place that doesn't charge (please don't delete this for it's honesty)... like the beatles said, you know my name, look up my number...
if you are going to san francisco
wear a smile and a flower in your hair
and if you are going to orlando
look up candor and you will find me there
ric candor was a wandering mistrel of old
a vagabond at times who seldom did as he was told
he sang with harry chapin trying to wake up the heart
of humanity cuz that is where the god life can start
oh, ric candor, don't you cry for me
cuz i come from new york city
and my true love i don't see
oh, ric candor, you laugh at yourself
cuz no one gets your jokes as much
as the books on your shelf
and if you are going to hawai'i
tell kawehi tom i love the way she sings
and if you are going back up to toronto
tell the kids they still play all my heart strings
and once there was a child named ricky held
who took everything so seriously
he spent his whole life making up for
the childhood he lost to misery
oh, ricky held, don't you cry for me
cuz i come from los angeles
and my true love i don't see
oh, ricky held, you can laugh finally
cuz the bandit has your funny bone
and true love is still free
so if you are going to high to santa fe
find the dawn child in misty memory
and if you are going up to seattle
find the golden child she in fantasy
ric candor was a troubadour trying to save the world
singing for his supper as so many still do
he sang with elvis and elton and the beatles too
and if you want to come over, he will sing with you
oh, ric candor, when will this dang song end
if nobody is laughing they don't get the joke, yo
oh ric candor, just looking for a friend
it's still the same old story, everywhere we go
still the same old story, just to let you know
still the same old story, now it's time to go
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