Dear Zazie, Here is today’s Lovers’ Cronicle from Mac Tag dedicated to his muse. Follow us on twitter @cowboycoleridge. Do you have someone? Are you askin’ yourself; Why do I have no one? Rhett
The Lovers’ Chronicle
Dear Muse,
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purpose,
to help you discover
you have the strength
to release your inner self
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Pale Love, Pale Rider
a cold heart
hardened
by heartache
or stubbornness,
or both
a chosen way
to be without
all that is entailed
in bein’ with
to be without
carryin’ on
and havin’ a little fun
before turnin’ in
with only the hope
of a dream
for company
outta my mind,
mebbe
but more and more
convinced
this is the only
way to be
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yet another melancholy hour
when twilight falls, when the sky
forms a veil of stars against which
stand the outlines of jagged mountains
the hour at which, in the midst
of the plains, a campfire burns
while a shadow, somber, old,
indefinable, looms nearby
yet in the darkness of his hour,
undeniably, a voice, a reminder
that some things need not be
buried or scattered or left alone
hard to form words to express
the incredible things which,
carried by wind,
float in the twilight air
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Today on TLC; we got the blues. And, we are turnin’ the reins over to Rhett:
Hey Zazie, I was lookin’ through some of our old letters, as I often do. I came across one where you were tellin’ me about your friend Adele. You told me she asked you why was she alone. Then you told me about her. You said she had it all; brains, beauty, presence, confidence, strength, wit, wisdom and it. You said she had “it”. The it factor. And yet, she had no one. Now, I have no one and I started thinkin’ about why someone like Adele had no one. Then I thought of this poem and the song of the day.
I HAVE NO ONE
I have no one in my life to hold me close. I have no one in my life and I feel my heart has froze from the heartache of being left one more time. Sometimes I wanna go out of my mind. I have no one to hug or kiss or even say goodbye to and later miss. That’s right I have no one in my life to fight and argue with cause I love them so much. I have no one in my life that has that special touch. All alone in my bed tossing and turning all night and wishing I had someone to hold me tight and maybe have a little fun but I have no one.
I live my life now all alone with no woman to give me affection or compassion or even a smile cause I have no one…. But hopefully it’ll only be for a while. I see others in my life or on the street spending time with their companion’s and seeing how the love one another a ton but I have no one. Hopefully someone will come along and take over my heart once more and stay forever and not walk out the door on the run cause then once again I would have no one. I have no one in my dreams at night when I’m asleep in my bed. Right now all I wish would happen is that I was dead for if I don’t have someone to share my life then I’d rather end it all and not go through the strife and just let death had won cause it’s hard to deal with when I have no one.
James (Bluesman) Cooper
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Self-portrait (Louvre)
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Today is the birthday of Jean-Baptiste Greuze (Tournus; 21 August 1725 – 4 March 1805 Louvre); painter of portraits, genre scenes, and history painting.
Gallery
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Mme Georges Gougenot de Croissy, née Vïrany de Varennes, 1757
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The Laundress (La Blanchisseuse), 1761
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Comte d’Angiviller, 1763
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Portrait of Marquise de Chauvelin
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Septime Sévère et Caracalla. Louvre
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Nicolas-Pierre-Baptiste Anselme,
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Jeune fille au ruban bleu (non daté), Rennes, musée des Beaux-Arts
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W. A. Mozart, 1763-64. Yale University
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Le petit mathématicien or The young mathematician
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Jeune fille et le cheval
Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you,
You must travel it for yourself.
– Walt Whitman
Love’s language is hyperbole, but whispered. It’s easy to imagine you’ve misheard. – Richard Hoffman
…My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.
– W.B. Yeats
04/01/2013 at 11:27 pm Permalink
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