Shes got me talking to birds
Home Up The Touch of her Hand Filling the Time Black Muslim We hope it never happens The many ways I love Debby We as Americans She sleeps beside me We'll Never be what we once were Worthy of my love Shes got me talking to birds

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She’s got me talking to the birds

 

They flutter in and out of my day as I run from job to job. There is no reason to ignore them as they are my pets. Yet, I do get busy and must focus on other task at hand. How to solve the problem of the day, how to dream a new dream, and how to inspire others to do the same. Love is not something that just happens; no it is much more honorable and respectful. One can not fall into love whose mind is filled with hate and bigotry! When we make distinctions about eachother, we should always do so in the spirit of healthy human relations.

 

I can remember a time when I only wished to complain about my life and how it was all unfair. I can not say I feel much better these days, but I have hope. It is when we lose hope that our heart forgets how to care. Why would one care if they had no hope to ever be happy themselves? They would not! It is true we all have hard times and old tapes with which we allow too much reflection in the present tense. Our life today is what matters, and how we interrelate with others.

 

I was once the energetic live production of youth! That marvelous place where I think of my younger days and how all seemed new! As I have grown through the years, I sometimes forget to remember I am cared for… Not that I do not like to be loved and held` I just get into spaces that seem to take precedence on my attitude. Whatever the reason I question too much, I have a duty to love. Love demands a fair effort and a consoling heart. We must never let pride keep our minds away from our heart. If we refuse to feel kind emotions, only rhetoric will be left.

 

It is that way with many I guess, but not with me. I have found a good person to help me through the days. We will not always feel the same on the same day, we will not always think the same on the same day; still’ we will always be kind enough to say I love you. I fear far too many folks have given into selfish isolation, not wanting to be pressured by the days. It is good to know we have someone in our life that makes all the madness make sense!

 

 

Thomas A Sutor

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Lompoc CA 93438

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