Morning Pogue, Another day, another envelope. So, we want to experience God, or Source. Not too much to ask, I’m thinking. After all, God is omnipresent and omnipotent so it strikes me that not experiencing God is more abnormal than normal. But then, as you know, I’m one on my own. We’ve been corresponding on … Continue reading The Potential
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I’m A Real Boy.
I’m a real boy,I’m a real boy,The wooden puppet Pinocchio cried,As he danced on his strings,A jig of denial to all that made senseAnd aspired to what would never become,For if it were trueAnd we could be anything we wanted to be,He’d have donned flesh and bloodSo to set himself free. But whatever you’re told,Whatever … Continue reading I’m A Real Boy.
Songs to Pogue…what I’m listening to now.
Pogue, Last song of the year and I’ve been sitting here playing an old, favourite album. Blood on the Tracks by Bob Dylan. Sometimes I find myself just wondering how someone can think up the lyrics. Have the thoughts. Capture feelings so accurately. Bob Dylan is one of those people, and this is my favourite … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…what I’m listening to now.
Letters To Pogue 
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