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Random Thoughts of a Madman

Random Thoughts of a Madman The smile on my face Is nothing more than a facade A painting for you to see  A way for my feelings to hide The laughter in my life  Is nothing more than a mirage  From a desert filled with sand  In my mind it keeps me alive I’ve traveled through this life With nothing more to say Than a joke along the way So you think that I am happy And alive  But if you look inside  You’ll see all the times I cried The loneliness that just won’t subside.  The feelings I won’t share the anger of my heart And the part of me that’s already died. 

Love (you will never know). A song

 Love (you will never know) Verse 1:  I see you in the morning light, Your smile, it brightens up my day. But you don’t know the way I feel, My heart, it aches in silent sway. Chorus:  Oh, unrequited love, You’re the dream I can’t let go. In the shadows, I remain, Loving you, you’ll never know. Verse 2:  I watch you from a distance, Wishing I could hold you near. But I’m just a whisper in the wind, A secret love, a hidden tear. Chorus:  Oh, unrequited love, You’re the dream I can’t let go. In the shadows, I remain, Loving you, you’ll never know. Bridge:  Every word you say, Every laugh you share, Cuts me deep inside, But you’re unaware. Chorus:  Oh, unrequited love, You’re the dream I can’t let go. In the shadows, I remain, Loving you, you’ll never know. Outro:  So I’ll keep this love inside, A silent song, a quiet plea. Hoping one day you’ll see, The love that’s always been in me.

Sanity

Sanity Insanity Memories of the past Whispers of today Tears unfolding Mind still holding Can I control memories Some good some bad Am I happy Or am I sad Forgetting Returning  Like a dream  But real in every way Fears of yesterday  Tears of Today Can I control memories Some good some bad Am I happy Or am I sad

The 80's : 1987

The 80’s The year is 1987. Various aspects I mentioned in other blog posts seem to all converge in 1987. Consequently, I might revisit some topics. There might also be aspects that I’ve never discussed publicly before. We’ll see how it unfolds. For now, put on your parachute pants, crank up your favorite 80’s music, and let’s see how it goes. The year started uneventfully. President Reagan would spend every Christmas in Palm Springs, and I would always volunteer to stay behind. I would trade work days or take a few days’ leave to drive home for Christmas. I would return to the DC area for New Year’s and work while carrying a pager. However, I don’t recall ever getting paged during the Christmas holidays. The New Year arrived uneventfully as friends were either busy or traveling. As the year progressed, my relationship with my roommate began to deteriorate. I suppose if we had established more ground rules, things could have been different. She constantly complained if I invited a date

I Look Into Your Eyes

  I look into your eyes I wake up in the night And I watch you breathe As the sadness comes over me Inches away yet miles apart  I curl into a ball  Your beauty still amazes me How can it be And then you wake up I look into your eyes  And all that I see Is a reflection of the man  You want me to be There’s nothing of the love You shared with me Just a reflection of the man  I’ll never be   You reach out and touch me As I watch the darkness fade The sadness that I feel Just will not abade I have to turn away Your beauty still amazes me How can it be And then you get up I look into your eyes  And all that I see Is a reflection of the man  You want me to be There’s nothing of the love You shared with me Just a reflection of the man  I’ll never be And then I wake up