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i am wanting to say thank you paul for the thoughtfulness and the gentleness that you bring here, lore

Paul, you are really talented I think, and your words, the way you write them speaks to me too.Are you hoping to be published? I'm in line.

?Remembering?I have felt your calling in me.Here in this circle. We exchange looks; we pass everywhere in the streets; The quiet or noisy meals; the fruitless rebellions.To come together: this is all there is.To return a Love alighting in a hidden core. JMF 2005

Yes so, Re-membering, exactly... Is as valuable to all ages, sexes, cultures, beliefs....Endless theme of my paintings, installations, thus silent songs, too...We should really make a book out of all this, including pictures and related song-links... Elfin

yes that's what i said what about a page down the net?yes, elfin i'm trying to make a song out of this snow poem but not for me but for the band of one of my classmates. did you know? i became their songwriter through the last three days! ^^

I would be for a web page if someone would lend their time.Another lunie friend of ours Mercy = Tina writes quite well and I have done drawings to three of her poems ? one is a bit sexual but it is the feeling I got from her words. She told me that I could use the works but I will always credit her to idea and words. I have been on this site for years and love all and met many to find a pool of wonderful artists, musicians, writers, thinkers and talented individuals. Thanks to Peter for giving US this part of himself.Here is one from Tina and one for me for your eyes.This broken vaseTime has done nothingSave only, to prolongThe sweet agony of your memoryNothing easierNothing healedConcealed in vain, however thankfully,By duty and denialOr thus I should take to bedAnd never rise againYet the wound riseseach blood-stained dayvicariously through song, word and breath do not misunderstand for it is not my intent to tow these tragic lines, no but to gather the pretty things in as they unfold before me I do so try it's just they whither and die far too quickly in this broken vaseChristina Scott12/11/04Jumping the GunTrading spaces with the love that was forgottenI hid in the only place that was not rottenHands were tired but the project was never endingThe flowers you laid at my feet gave time to think it overNow I burn your photos but I can still see your face in the ashesThe trouble you put us in caused pain full circumstancesBut it was me who took all those regretful chancesI need to find some way out of your maze of glances.Trust in beauty will fade as the wear on my heart that was stainedFrightened of the reality that surrounds the rush of falling water seems to pull me undergroundSadness of a untold par heals the wound but leaves a scar My love for you cannot be buried as the memories return to pull at my heartWishing to be a shadow the ground burns from the heat of the pastI fall into that same old trap still holding on to your cast.The embers now cool a figure appears from the mirrorIt seems to say it was the both of us that pulled the trigger Paul Cronin 2004

For the fox:Whats the name of the band and where?(welldone!)for Paul, dear!lovely ones again, yes I am also very thankfull for the moon and the new friends, really! Hope to send you picture material soon, but this time its too big for sending, although great!We have to work on them...sorryCan we see some of the work you did for your friend?PLEASE!D.elfin

Elfin, I am trying to have them framed by this weekend - one is drawn in a circle so I am configuring a frame to meet the shape.I promised these to Tina a while back but I cannot always work straight through on things. Im lazy too but have been working in my old friend pencil lately.So hang on I wiil either scan them or photograph them.And thanks to Erzzi and Sammy for their contributions to this piece of lunar surface. Just keep em comin round

Fine! Would love to see them!Just realised, how many of my works are PG related, even before I met him, and after too, as for some printings...on those fotos, he(or better we)choosed, lithography, actually...still have some.Be well, Paul! Keep the pencil flowing....Elfin

for today a hot and muggy day in Chicago,A song about the fear of losingTake awayI walk this trail of glassThat you so carefully laidI only asked one thing The work I did I was paidNow I failed to please youYou just take away.How can I over come this sentence of silenceI hear the steps above meAll I have will be gone No one gave me lessDo you see me as a ghostMy feelings deeply hurtI cannot keep a smileSometimes times I wish I could flyAll I did was to tryNow all I can do is fallMy wife my family and homeYou just take awayPaul Cronin 2005

send it into this universe'The Sky Road'reaching new shores by...end of line is where a new point of change beginsin lifes geometrycontours that move on thru...heights and depthsweaving in & outbreath in, breath outthose fears are cloudsthat sail away& clarity, only to find...alight & dreamding-a-ling Ire L.P

In '83 when I met PG face to face...I wrote a whole bunch of song lyrics about his eyes...when he came out with "In Your Eyes" I tore them all up...couldn't top his

Lifttake us upway up and down in sweat & bloomOceans seem far and widea vastness, to include & collideinter-fear and guideknow and saylove play.Ire.

The more I look, the more I seeThe more that life asks of meThe more it hurts, the more I feelThe more it takes time to healFor easy times they come and they goCome and they go so quicklyAnd peace of mind is so hard to knowIt's something to keep me strivingThe more I learn the less I knowSo little time, so far to goWhen your heart's getting burnedAs you weep, so you learnThe more it hurts, the more you feelThe more it takes the time to healThe more you look, the more you seeThe more these things were meant to beThe more I look, the more I seeThe more that life gives to me.

Hey PaulThank you for inviting me here! I've been looking for a place like this! Beautiful thoughts here, so many talented people. Well, here goes!Before Morningyou soar through the night like a moon ray at dawnwith your tail turned down to catch my dreamsI will join you to greet the morning.hold my hand and show me your world, let me follow your path to a new morninga warm thought to kiss the dew from your night, we will explore the seven wonders, but none will comeI feel you touch me but I am still so far awaya smile captured in the dust of a cloud tells me you are therebut hurry before the morning breaths us inspinning like a hollow web, the world is wakingwe are fading into the light of morning, no time to confercome back and sing to me another dayI will wait for you in the sand. 06/10/05 (10 minutes ago)coolibahI like to go straight from my heart, sometimes my thoughts only make sense to me. I find that if I think about it too much, re read, edit .. then the true meaning and feelings get lost.

Hey PaulI liked Fracture a lot! Good on ya! So what "good things" have happened to you this weekend? cooli

beautiful keeping intention pure and simple...Ire should be 'Irie'

Padam, padam, just something took off the cover of something...aehm, not perfect at all, not my native language, but this way it comes in german, so I just let it come, the way it wanted, by itself, out of the moment, thats all...as answers too...so far, so near...Well, a long way to spring into life that may bring get and giveone more leaf.Dance and live,not a thief of this time...but a rhymeand a soundall around...and the deepest of the canyonswill peel off just like some onoins.Any tear may fill a lake,but awakeit will be the source for growing. All we have to do is rowingour boats to meet the otherpoints of view, maybe you...can explainin the rain, what you got and how to share, over there...maybe sun?Could be fun!Since according to some saythat one dayshe got hurt and started hiding,slowly gliding into cages,all in a rages...but some dancers found the key,and provoked a mighty laughter,thus she risked an eye and after gazing out from cave and cage, she was free!No more rage, as you see,only picking up ol' roundsthrough the heavens and the sounds...But if you closethe door...Well... Based on some japanese Amaterasu-tales(sun-godess) and some inputs from here...as the Chinese were doing , the Japanese also, instead of talking, making poems, songs etc. for answers...even chain-poems...(thank you all!)Elfin

Sorry, onions, of course, haha...

Hey paul! you hav eto be the poem man here!....i'm so amazed... to elfin: the ban dis called NEON but they are a really new band they just keep covering old songs so far (zombie from cranberries this time)and have no releases (yet!)and yes, it's true also for me that pg is something like a muse for me:> (he and genesis!)this one i wrote last evening and it's a song and today we've found a melody and it's going to be their and my first REAL song! but it's just for fun, so don't mind the lyrics!A princess' talei'm the princess in a garden and i'm waiting for my princethere's a man behind the gardenwallwatching me sincei began playing with my golden ball and i know that he could tellhow i missed to catch the ball and it has fallen into the wellhey man could you please help me?can you get me out of this jam?unfortunately he is scared of waterand me? well, here i amsitting rather frustrated and asking myselfwhy the men avoid the troubles and the girls are left on the shelfit's a week after that very dayand i'm standing on a hilli've got to say that there's a dragon and he's hungryand he willtry to kill every single hero who is trying to rescue mebut they all seem to be scaredy-cats or i'm just not enough for feeis there anybody out there?can anybody hear my cry?i need someone, some help so badbut i wonder whyall the men are passing me by as fast as each physique does allowthey're leaving me alone with the dragon and a frownand now i'm sitting in a towerdeep down insinde the woodsand old witch has captured me and brought me here i've got a hoodover my head cos she has turned me intoan ugly one with a nose like a hookthere's a mirrow hanging on the wall but i don't dare to take a lookno-one has come to see meno-one for consolationno-one to break the spellingto give me love and affectionall my life i've been dreaming of my prince but the dream has turned to dustwell, at least i've learned that in the species "men" a girl should never trust!:> :> :> hihi, wanted a funny one, elfin?but i won't sing it, my classmate can do it much better than me!please mind that it's a song of a 15-years old girl who sees all this evry day while still waiting for a prince the inspiration for this one was "kiss that frog" (bien sur):> ^^