jj jackman the character of love - index
4/21/2006 comet crest edge fusion overdrive seems to somehow rest my mind i had written segments during my life i put them together i had created my own private symphony people had only heard bits and pieces one described her side view in sunlight one her face relaxed after a smile i saw naked trees against a solid blue sky and uninteresting shingled roofs below and sickening multicolored triangular flags waving in the wind too many fucking times i had my best works interrupted in the morning and i was polite and helped each person with their absurd requests like this morning for tielle plus mtl 101and i kept my spirits up like a good sport because i knew it was all going to be worthwhile someday There were bells on a hill But I never heard them ringing No I never heard them at all Til there was you* comet crest edge fusion overdrive seems to somehow rest my mind earlier it was crest fusion overdrive comet and edge were missing lost somewhere on some absolutely monumental undertaking you see faith cometh by hearing and hearing ... and hearing only if you’re a good listener you see it all ended with this lesson i promise if only i could have learned it sooner everything would have been different but its not about listening its about hearing letting the listening penetrate to the necessary action that would have proved to her how much i loved her you see if i have faith that can remove mountains and cast them into the sea and have not love you see it wasn’t about profit at all it was just about being with her There were birds in the sky But I never saw them winging No I never saw them at all Til there was you* comet crest edge fusion overdrive seems to somehow rest my mind now the crest has apparently flattened to sand soaking and foamy residue fusion overdrive has to somehow make some sense now it means to me that there is no need to mesh my spirit anymore with another i am free now to write war poems and poems about autumn foliage poems about inebriated madmen and ... and ... whatever comes into my abandoned psyche you see with me it's the same old fucking story told for the two thousand two hundred and twenty first time only this time it hurts so much i can hardly breathe now ... this one will kill me orange webbed legs remaining like the swan that lost its mate There was love all around But I never heard it singing No I never heard it at all Til there was you* *Words & Music by Meredith Wilson