This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

On the women in the recording I always hear (E)

Written in

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(Venus overlooking the Manhattan sky line taken from Brooklyn)
When I screamed “I love you”
Maybe it didn’t mean what perhaps you thought;
That I would fuck you with an abandon
(Although if it came down to it I probably would)
But rather:
I love you.
I love all of you.
All of YOU here.
Sharing this space with me.
I love this.
Every bit of this experience
I didn’t think I could have.
Every bit of the Brooklyn sunset
Venus in her eyes.
Every bite of the cold wind
That could make me cry.
I love this world, this life, this being alive!
Vibrant here against a brilliant sky
Your vibrancy , brilliance reminding me
I am here.
When I screamed I love you I meant You. I meant Us. I meant (gestures broadly ) all of US.

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