Ralphie's Ramblings

 “Having an Affair (A Rock Love Song)” — Styx-style  [Verse 1] She came in like a whisper from a lost arcade, Lipstick sharp as her switchblade serenade. From the shadows of Crystal Ball, she took her aim— A queen of secrets, dressed in late-night fame. [Pre-Chorus] We danced in twilight, hearts set to overload, Caught between the Grand Illusion and the open road. Every word she spoke was dipped in fire, A love forbidden, but the stakes climbed higher. [Chorus] I’m having an affair with danger and delight, A kiss in the dark where wrong feels right. Synths pulse like sirens, guitars scream despair, But I can’t let go… I’m having an affair. [Verse 2] She plays her part on a stage of silhouettes, Like a runaway dream or Lorelei’s regrets. We’re living lines from some forgotten tune, Spinning fast, like a record scratched by the moon. [Bridge] This love—like Renegade hearts—it can’t be tamed, No vows, just verses we’ll never name. She said, “Love me like a Styx refrain,” Bold and...

Thoughts for Today I find myself sitting here today, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts. For some inexplicable reason, my thoughts keep drifting from one topic to another. One moment, I’m reminiscing about my childhood, and the next, I’m transported back to the 80s. Suddenly, I’m drawn into a contemplation of aging and my place in life. Then, I’m struck by a sudden urge to think about music. I have no clue why my mind is so restless, so I decided to explore it through writing. Perhaps it will settle into a coherent thought, or perhaps it will only confuse me further. Let’s see how it unfolds. I find myself alone 75 percent of the time, and I believe this contributes to my mind’s tendency to wander. When you’re not interacting with others directly, you need to find ways to express yourself and keep your mind sharp. As someone who’s not a big TV fan, I find my stimulation in music. Music has a remarkable ability to evoke a wide range of thoughts and memories. I’ve mentioned before how my me...

 Your Green Eyes, My Forever Your green eyes haunt me—gentle flame, A quiet spark that knows my name. They catch me when I try to stray, And kiss the fears I hide away.  In every glance, the world slows down, The chaos folds, the noise unwound. They hold the calm of summer rain, And whisper love without refrain.  I see them not in haunted dreams, But in the stars’ forgiving beams— Not specters, no, but something true: A silent vow from me to you.

That’s an excellent question. In the past, people wrote for the joy of it, and if they were talented enough, they also earned a living from it. Others used writing as a way to express their thoughts and emotions. However, the advent of the internet has transformed the landscape of writing. It has become more income-driven, with blogs and videos used to influence people in various ways. Writers often receive tips or offer paid content on various services. Now, let’s delve into the question of why I write. I write because I enjoy it. It’s something I’ve always loved since I was young. I often had notepads around where I would jot down thoughts, ideas, and emotions. I never kept a journal, but these notes served as a way for me to express feelings that I kept bottled up inside. Sometimes, it was simply a fun activity. I would have a story idea or song lyrics in my head and write them down. I often had music playing as I wrote, and surprisingly, it actually calmed me down and helped me foc...

  Thoughts unresolved   I sit and ponder why my dreams, once cherished, have slipped away. Was it fate or destiny that guided me, or did I simply make a decision too late? The hours that have passed, the years that have flown by, a lover found while others weep. A tempest raged, and now life seems to be drawing to a close. Yet, I still find myself wondering: is this reality, or is it merely a dream, a fleeting moment on the threshold of eternity? 

  The Walk On a sunny spring day, I planned a walk to cherish the closeness and love we shared. We strolled hand in hand down the dusty road, knowing the area and trails well. I had a specific patch of grass near a tree in mind—I thought it would be perfect for us to sit and reflect on the day. It had been a relatively quiet walk, which was a bit unusual for us, but I sensed that I hadn’t been my usual self for many weeks. I was hopeful that this walk would help me rediscover my true self. As we kissed by the tree, I noticed a sudden shift in our behavior. I decided to peek and saw your eyes open, gazing up at the sky. You didn’t appear angry, but neither did you seem happy. You quickly closed your eyes when you saw me look. I waited a moment and looked again, but once more, you were staring, disconnected from the experience. I held out my hand, and we slowly walked back along the old, dusty road. As we walked, we remained silent. We held hands, but it felt more like a courtesy tha...

Inspired by Bob Seger   Where Have You Gone, My Love *Verse 1:*   I still see you in the headlights glow,   A shadow in the rearview mirror, fading slow.   We had fire, we had dreams,   Now I’m chasing echoes down these empty streets.   *Chorus:*   Where have you gone, my love?   Like a midnight train rollin’ outta sight.   I can feel you in the wind,   But I can’t hold on to the night.   *Verse 2:*   The jukebox hums our favorite tune,   But it don’t sound the same here without you.   Your footsteps in the autumn rain,   Just a memory callin’ out my name.   (*Repeat Chorus*)   *Bridge:*   I would drive through every dusty town,   Search the neon lights, chase the lost and found.   But the highway’s long, and time moves fast,   I’m just a passenger in our past.   *Outro:*...

This a song idea inspired by Stairway to Heaven. I don't know if it's finished but the ideas ended here.  Bridge to Eternity**   *(A continuation of the journey...)*   There stands a traveler in silver twilight,   Her footsteps echo on roads unknown.   Through valleys carved in mist and memory,   She seeks the throne beyond the stone.   The wind still whispers of paths forsaken,   Echoes of laughter, lost in time.   The stairway bends, the sky awakens—   A golden chorus, fierce, divine.   **(Chorus)**   And though the stars may dim and falter,   Her song still rises, wild and free.   A bridge of fire, a road of wonder,   She walks beyond eternity.   The piper hums a tune of longing,   His melody a beacon bright.   She takes a step, the heavens trembling,   Her shadow dances in the light.  

To Cry? A Mans Dilema E veryone cries. You can act tough all you want, but eventually, you’ll need to let go. I’ve been wondering why it’s so hard for men to let go. Maybe it’s not that difficult for you. If not, why is that? I started asking myself this question recently: why do men find it so hard to share their tears? I’d say that by societal standards, I’m probably over-emotional for a guy. That goes for every emotion. As a teenager, I didn’t have much control over my emotions. I didn’t know how to channel them. By my twenties, I had much better control, but did I? I’ll explore that in a moment. And what about now? I was born in 1962, and crying wasn’t considered manly back then. How many of us were told to stop acting like girls or quit being babies? The most common phrase was, “If you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you something to cry about.” What good does that even do? The problem was, we learned at a young age that we might get spanked if we didn’t stop crying. So, we tried to ...

  **Title:** *Echoes of You* Verse 1:   I walk through the shadows of yesterday,   A melody haunting my soul.   Your laughter, like thunder, still echoes away,   A love that made me whole.   Pre-Chorus:   But the stars won’t guide me tonight,   Their shimmer fades from sight.   Lost in the whispers of your name,   Only ashes remain.   Chorus:   Oh, you were the fire, the spark in my veins,   A dream in the storm, the sunshine through rain.   Now the silence cuts deeper, a heart left askew,   I’m calling the heavens for echoes of you.   Verse 2:   I trace every step, but the path’s grown cold,   A silhouette burns in my mind.   No answer awaits where the stories are told,   Only memories left to rewind.   Pre-Chorus:   And the moon, though bright in the sky,   Won’t dry the tears I cry.   All the beauty turns to pain,   Where you’ve ...