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Sometimes there's a breeze that suddenly picks you up off your feet & you begin to swirl through the night air; dancing to the music that fills your mind, leading you into the shadows beyond the light of the moon & you're never ever the same.
This is life; ever changing, unexpected, in & out of your control and ever colorful.

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  1. One step at a time

    What happens when you find that perfect someone
    That one you can’t wait to see
    Who you want to wake up to every morning
    And can curl up with and just be

    What happens when you find that beat
    That syncs so easily with the rhythm of your heart
    Creating the most beautiful music
    And inspires the most majestic art

    What happens when you meet that someone
    Who makes you fly higher than the sky
    Whom you can’t get enough of
    And makes anything seem possible to try

    What happens when you find that one
    That one who loves to hear you sing
    Who wants to sing with you, to you
    And hold your hand through whatever life may bring

    What happens when you find the guy
    That insists on opening your door
    Who doesn’t want you to have to walk in the rain
    And each day surprises you more

    How can you let that one get away
    Let him leave without a fight
    But life is never simple, never black and white
    And you’ll find your way back into his arms, when the time is right.

  2. Mind is jumbled
    Body in contortion
    Pulled in all directions
    Thoughts spinning out of control

    The water is crystal
    The Ground is aflame
    I can choose a path to walk
    But roots grow around me & keep me in place

    Flying high through the clouds
    Everything is free
    No stress no worries
    And then it threatens to go away

    Words make no sense
    The caterpillar manipulates the mind 
    Makes the world disappear
    But it’s all still there

    And I just keep riding
    On this floating carousel
    Horses in psychedelic petticoats
    Drinking whisky & dancing on the moon.

  3. What a smile you have
    Drawn when I first saw
    It seems to me 
    That you have no flaw

    I can’t help but stare
    I look forward to my day
    But when I see you
    I can’t think of what to say

    I couldn’t imagine
    What you thought of me
    Maybe that I was boring
    Too quiet, too meek

    Because of intimidation
    Self doubt, I don’t know
    So I thought nothing of it
    Life continued to flow

    But I can’t help looking
    And suddenly you told
    Little by little
    Perfect and bold

    And I can’t stop feeling
    Can’t keep my lips off yours
    What is it about you
    That makes me want more

    If I were to choose
    Your chances are high
    And that confuses my heart
    I don’t want to say goodbye

    For now time is short
    Or maybe its not
    But what you’re thinking of us…

    I wish I knew.

  4. Never give up. Never surrender.

    Ever since I was little, I pushed and pushed until I succeeded. 
    From learning to ride a bike, with or without someone holding the handle
    …Falling, getting bruised until it was perfect & I learned to fly…
    Cannot fail
    Cannot fall
    Cannot lose until I’m proven wrong.

    Must keep running
    Must keep pushing
    Must keep healthy
    And perfect, inside and out.

    So to walk away 
    Consciously
    To give up
    Aware and painfully

    Is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do
    And it feels so wrong, but maybe it should be right. 

  5. New Beginnings

    You gotta wonder why we cling to our expectations.

    Because the expected is just what keeps us steady, standing still.

    The expected is just the beginning

    The unexpected…is what changes our lives.

    What a ride
    What a high
    You can learn to fly
    If you can just learn to let go. 

  6. It's the little things...Hallmark got it right. I don't know how I feel about that.

    Sometimes, you never know if you’re doing anything right, anything important or if you’re even making a difference or positive influence in someone’s life. Sometimes, it takes a funeral to make you feel alive and you push and push to move forward, to be strong and to succeed…but sometimes, you realize how tired you are and this silly commercial pops on & makes you well up a little b/c of those gone, those who’s feet you used to dance on when you were little, those who you see everyday & take it for granted, and as cheesy or sappy as it sounds…it’s true. You need to know that you’re needed, loved, wanted…gives you a boost of energy when all you want to do is go to sleep.

  7. I run to feel high
    I run so I won’t cry
    I run to get by
    And feel like I can fly
    Until the day I die…

    But sometimes, all it does
    When I push so hard,
    Is make me feel
    Like I’m going to be sick. 

  8. Falling Snow

    I move swiftly through the shadows
    Through the trees, the moonlight, my only guide
    Its sonata plays as my blades slip into her side
    Red beauty trickles down in the light.

    She slowly drops down, into my arms
    Looking up, her eyes meet mine
    A tear glimmers as her breath begins to fade
    Softly her hand gently touches my cheek.

    Pale white skin, fair as the snow
    Falling around us, in silent beauty
    Her scarlet lips, a rose in the dying cold
    Whisper and draw me near.

    “I knew you’d come”

    Her words, softly sing to my ear
    I keep her close and look into her fading eyes
    A sad smile escapes into a final sigh
    Lips growing cold beneath mine.

    “Je t’aime”.

  9. Someone to live up to…

    Phillip A. Pines, 82

    Phillip A. Pines, 82, the longtime director of the Harness Racing Museum and Hall of Fame, himself a member of the Communicators Hall of Fame, passed away on Dec. 17, 2008 in Middletown, NY after along illness.

    For many years Pines had been the sports prime historian.

    “I acquired the knowledge of the history of harness racing through the extensive research and requests for information that come to the museum,” Pines once told Hall of Fame writer Joe Goldstein in an interview many years ago.

    Having lived his entire life in the “Cradle of the Trotter”, Goshen, NY where harness racing was part of the local fabric, it was little wonder that Pines would become involved in the sport.

    An expert painter, Mr. Pines saw his first Hambletonian at Good Time Park-Goshen’s the kite-shaped mile track— in 1935 the year in which the great Greyhound was victorious. .

    A graduate of the Goshen school system he volunteered as an air cadet at age 17 and ended up the war at the message center at Hickham Field in Hawaii with his main duty designing posters for the Air Force in the Pacific Theater.

    It was through his painting of trotting horses on ties that got him involved in the racing business in his hometown.

    When Elliott Emerson was appointed the first director of the Hall of Fame of the Trotter Mr. Pines was hired to set-up the first exhibits. In 1963 Mr. Pines became the director of the Hall, a position he held for over 35 years.

    Through his tenure as director Mr. Pines became associated with the who’s who of harness racing including men like Tom Murphy, William H. Cane and E. Roland Harriman.

    A multiple John Hervey Award winner for writing and broadcasting, Pines’ famous Cracker Barrel Sessions” with the famous personalities in the sport, are legendary, as is his “Complete Book of Harness Racing” which has had multiple printings since its he first wrote it back in the 1970’s.

    A longtime member of the United States Harness Writers Association Mr.Pines was a past president of the Monticello-Goshen Chapter and served as National USHWA President during 1983-1984.

    For years he served as master of ceremonies at Hall of Fame Banquet on the lawn of the museum and he always closed the banquet singing, “And now we say goodbye to all our family….M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E ” .

    Of utmost importance to Mr. Pines was his family. Up in years when he and his lovely wife Jane had a daughter ,Jennie, Mr. Pines, with tongue in cheek claimed the title of “Aged Stallion of the Year”

    Always involved in the community he was also a deeply religious man. He served as Clerk of Session at the First Presbyterian Church of Goshen and later as a lay-preacher.

    There arguably was no greater gentleman, in every sense of the word than Phil Pines. The racing world is fortunate to have a man of his caliber devote his life to the Standardbred sport.

    At press time not much is known about funeral arrangements but his wife Jane says there will be a Memorial Service somewhere in Goshen on January 10.

    John Manzi

  10. Breath is caught
    Words won’t sound
    I open my mouth
    But nothing comes out

    The simplest skill
    My muse has escaped me
    My tongue is in a knot
    No etiquette, nor soliloquy 

    Why does something so beautiful
    Seem so hard to do
    So instead I sit here
    With my arms around you

    Maybe you’ll feel
    The light swirling around 
    The music flowing from inside me
    Ethereal melody, perfect sound

    But as I look in your eyes
    All I want to do
    As you smile, hold me close and softly say hi
    Is to simply tell you.

    Dance with me.