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Kenny Futch - email - koalacom@mybluelight.com or koalacom@hotpop.com |
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QUANDARY I sit at my computer keyboard Fingers typing away. Trying to communicate a feeling In the dim light of my room. With the ceiling fan spinning & the Moody Blues singin' You're only 50 miles away. So near and yet so far I can't reach you for a kiss Or hug, or to see your smiling face. The best I can do is send you ones and zeros, The language of our age. And hope the words and pictures they form Will brighten up your cluttered day. It's been so long since we've shared The same space….been so long since I've Touched your face….or run my fingers Through your hair….or traced the lovely Curves of your hips or breasts. I miss it all; what more can be said? It's like depriving me of air to breathe…. I struggle to make sense of it all. God's hand is on everything From great mountains to a grain of sand. Don't know the agenda….haven't seen the plan. 98.6 resting next to me….head on my pillow Body warm and soft….a thing of beauty. I would be wrong not to have loved you. Kenneth W. Futch 11/6/03 |
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Welcome to my writing page. Some of the stuff you'll see here will undoubtedly be subpar…….I'm not a writer. I just enjoy writing. Maybe there'll be something here that's of interest to you. Thanks for your time and interest anyway. All of the writing on this page is my property. No use of any of this material is allowed without my written permission. Kenny |
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You Say You say you want the wind that blows thru the canyons so deep You say you want the sun that bakes the soil beneath your feet You say you want the moon….watch it peeking thru the trees And you say you want the rain, cause it hides the sound as you weep But you also want the truest love...the kind you live to seek As I look out thru the window, at the rain that soaks the street I hum a tune and dream of things…..we never can repeat The days slide by, like grains of sand….the nights are cold, where went the heat? I guess the stars we both embrace will shine on down from deepest space And soothe our fragile, troubled minds, my love, goodnight, our star's in sight. Kenneth W. Futch 10/24/03 |
