Closing Time

Catalino Leal Sobrepena
March 09,1928 - May 19, 2007

I wish I could be more eloquent and say the things that I really want to say but all of those will have to wait til' maybe my next post..

I just miss him already..

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Leader of the Band
Dan Fogelberg

An only child
Alone and wild
A cabinet maker's son
His hands were meant
For different work
And his heart was known to none
He left his home
And went his lone and solitary way
And he gave to me a gift
I know I never can repay

A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
He earned his love
Through discipline
A thundering, velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand.

The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band.

My brothers' lives were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago
And the other to St. Paul
And I'm in Colorado
When I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life I've chose
And come to know so well.

I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness
And the times when you got tough
And, papa, I don't think I said
I love you near enough

The Ride

You don't actually need to get on a plane to have your baggage checked-in or to actually leave.. Sometimes you can just quietly make an exit sans the tearful goodbyes.. Out of sight.. Out of mind.. It's all good as long as you remember to breathe...

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BOSTON
Augustana

In the light of the sun, is there anyone?
Oh it has begun...
Oh dear you look so lost
Eyes are red and tears are shed,
This world you must've crossed...

You said...
You don't know me, you don't even care
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains

Essential yet appealed,
Carry all your thoughts across an open field
When flowers gaze at you...
They're not the only ones who cry
When they see you

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice

Ode to an ONS

Odd how the stories that you hear around you trigger certain thoughts and emotions. It doesn't necessarily have to be reminiscent of something that happened in the past or a personal experience and yet you find yourself "mind-fucked" anyway.. Weird...

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I'm not one to share but oh well...

Speak softly my love,
My heart listens patiently
to the promises of forever
of tears that would never fall
of hurts that will never come my way
Lay close beside me,
As I watch your chest rise and fall
In deep slumber, my soul joins you
And we become ONE
Tomorrow, when the sun shines
And darkness is no longer upon us
Under Cupid's spell, we no longer will be
And when the evening's magic has faded away
Dreams would've been just dreams, out of our reach
And whispered words are soon washed away by pain
Eternity will come, but YOU, my LOVE,
Will be lost forever....