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The 12th Letter

The only relationship betwixt Love and Logic is the twelfth letter of the alphabet.

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When I find myself ... Mother Mary come to me ...

First embers of the Season.




Love to you, to you all, and to all you let be.

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When I find myself … Mother Mary come to me …

First embers of the Season.

Love to you, to you all, and to all you let be.

RT

Plaisir D’Amour (The Joys Of Love)

The joys of love

Are but a moment strong

The pain of love

Endures your whole life long.

Her eyes kissed mine

I saw the love in them shine

Morning’s glories brightened my window

Such love divine

And now she’s gone

Like a dream that melts

With the dawn

Her memory stays

Locked in my heartsong

No, she was never mine.

The joys of love

Are but a moment strong

The pain of love

Endures your whole life long.

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(English adaptation of French lyric.)

Roux True, Untrue

Possibly the greatest nourishment the human soul and spirit can receive in this life is from two lovers sharing a dream together. It rises as an irresistible frothy roux of sweet arousal and boundless joy in both hearts. But thereafter, as the days and years come to pass, as sometimes they sizzle, simmer, as sometimes they roil like stormy seas in a skillet, their shared struggle will be for neither heart to ever let go of the dream. Because it only takes one untrue heart, you see — it only takes one who loses heart for the dream to melt into a chillingly bitter puddle of sorrow, now no longer feeding or sustaining two lost and lonely shadows. And rare is the sweet aperitif that can revive this love, this dream, once its aroma and life enriching flavors have gone to vinegar.

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Through this Thornhorn window …

Fugitive Waltz

Her heart was a Bonnie and Clyde

Forever being shot full of blood and bullets

Her body and soul riddled with fear

In an endless slow motion dance

Of deathly recoil

From all her imaginary scary places

Within the onward march of a

Real world with real uncharted

Roads and reckless cars

A real world of scars she seeks out

And needily needs

For her to pull the trigger

Again, again

Boom Boom Boom

Splat and splat

She pulls the trigger inside her head

To keep her dying and dying

A little more

A little more

Dying

In her slow-mo delay

With the blood and the bullets

Of despair

That tear her apart

In her trance

In her fugitive waltz

Her damnation’s dance

With each new lovely day.

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Fugitive Waltz

Her heart was a Bonnie and Clyde

Forever being shot full of blood and bullets

Her body and soul riddled with fear

In an endless slow motion dance

Of deathly recoil

From all her imaginary scary places

Within the onward march of a

Real world with real uncharted

Roads and reckless cars

A real world of scars she seeks out

And needily needs

For her to pull the trigger

Again, again

Boom Boom Boom

Splat and splat

She pulls the trigger inside her head

To keep her dying and dying

A little more

A little more

Dying

In her slow-mo delay

With the blood and the bullets

Of despair

That tear her apart

In her trance

In her fugitive waltz

Her damnation’s dance

With each new lovely day.

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© Thornhorn

Listen to “Roxie Watson” – My Gift To You This Weekend

Here is a song all you Thornfolk need to hear. The great Roxie Watson (If I Could Be There)!

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Once Was A Magic Woman

Once was a magic woman.

Don’t know where she went.

Know she was heaven sent.

Gave her a magic ring,

Everything I had to give.

She still feels like home

To me.

A wild river.

Warmly wet,

Swollen and wild.

A spreading and

Voluptuous tree.

Now she wants none of me,

None of me or

Our tree.

So I leave her

With these blossoms,

With wind chimes,

And my prayer.

May, someday, there come

Another new Alice,

Another magic morning sky

Where she will fly unafraid

And set herself free.

Yes, I leave her

With a sweet bye and bye,

With love everlasting,

From me.

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Dearest Thornfolk, I give you The Zolla Boys!

In the same tradition as The Brothers Brass in my new novel, The Kestrel Waters, here are two young men bound for glory.

Their songs are poignant and haunting, their harmonies are sublime. Treat yourself to The Zolla Boys!

(You can learn more about their background and the fast blossoming career of the Zolla Boys at www.thezollaboys.com)

Through this Thornhorn window …

RT