LynWorks

It is amazing to me how technology has grown, and developed within the past 10-15 years.  I remember playing my cassette tapes on my boom box, in New York, and using a typewriter to type all my thoughts.  I began writing in a note pad, scrapes of paper, you know, just simple ways of writing during my era.  Now, it's internet, and email.  I continue to remind myself that things have changed, and I must change with the times; so I'm blogging now...I will get use to this in time, and I hope my words, and voice never go out of date.  So with this in mind.  I leave you with two poems/lyrics I wrote way back when cassettes were in style.

"I Have Known Thee"                                                     

I have known thee when days were shattered,
and the sun never made it's debut,
when the moon never shed a tear
I have known thee.
I have loved thee when the skies were gray,
and the birds never flew east,
I have loved thee when the trees
never turned orange,
and winter never ceased,
I have loved thee

I have touched thee
like water running
down your cheek,
and a roses petal
forever soft
I have wanted thee
before time had a number
and a number meant
an age
before an age meant
history
I have wanted thee
loved thee
forever lives on


"I've Loved You All My Life"

I've loved you all my life,
and there's no doubt in my mind,
you've been here all the time
In my heart, in my dreams,
no one else is so so sweet.

I've loved you all my life,
Yes, this is true
Your warmth, your touch
I need, need you

I've loved you all my life,
before the moon, and the stars
your love is never too far
I've loved you all my life
been right here, right from the start

I've loved you all my life,
Yes, this is true
Your warmth, your touch
I need, need you

No need to look around
Love's right here,
and this I've found
I've loved you all my life

Unknown Voice In Brazil

This is the 3rd day of the year 2010, and this is my first blog; so I'm thinking as Angela Bofill serenades melodies, vibes, string, horns, chimes from my stereo system, in the living room of my 10th floor apartment in Brasilia, Brazil. I'm thinking, why didn't I think of this before, a Blog for my voice, my thoughts, and realize it wasn't meant for me prior to this year. It was meant now, this moment to share with you. The silent, yet vibrant, confusing, and aged world. This year will be the first of a series of written works from past years that I would like to get feedback from. So I leave you with this short poem written in 1987, called:


"Watered Eyes"


I was born as a teardrop
dripping in your heart
When it's cold, I freeze
become stiff in your soul,
but when it's warm I melt
my sensitivity into your smile


Seasons let me grow, and I watered
overflowing you...
I spread sunshine with wetness for
your eyes
we see
each other
in and out
when you sprinkle,
I wet
as we pour together