Why I’m STILL a Neil Diamond Fan

Despite misunderstandings Which hurt until I cry I’ll always love Neil Diamond Until the day I die. His words have always touched me Like no one else’s can He soothes me with his music And seems to understand. That those who hear his music Need comforting and care And when I feel disheartened He is always there. They say it is the music, not the man That’s what it’s all…

December 26, 2002
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Touching Me, Touching You

Touching Me, Touching You Whenever I hear music that seems to touch my soul My emptiness is filled and I’m no longer half, but whole. I reach out to another who feels the same as I Our hands and our hearts touch without knowing why. Is it just kindred spirits or something more profound, Where music, man and message meet in this common ground? Perhaps we’ll never know, perhaps we…

December 26, 2002
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The Gift

Rhyme sparks life to dying dream Poetry takes form Voice breaks silence, Heart feels Heart… The Song of Love is born A Song He Sings… A Gift He brings… A Diamond in the Heart Love gains strength to spread her wings When The Singer Sings (Thank You Neil, I can’t remember a time when your songs did not warm my heart)

December 16, 2002
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On A Cold Wintry Night

When summer leaves start falling And turn from green to gold And the temperature starts dipping And nights grow very cold. The snow outside is falling The days seem bleak and drear But a voice inside is calling A voice that is so dear. So I snuggle by my fireplace And play my favorite song And with Neil Diamond as company Old winter is not so long. No matter what…

December 11, 2002
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Our Common Humanity

Some chant Hare Krishna And other’s say “amen” While some praise Mohammed And some meditate with Zen. Still other’s read the Torah And some say Hail Mary Some light their mennorah Some count their rosary. Some celebrate the Savior While other’s their deceased Some pray for kingdom come And that it shall increase. Some believe in reincarnation And other’s hope for Heaven. Some believe in nothing Other’s a lucky seven….

December 9, 2002
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The boy with brown eyes

Oh he’s so devine how I wish he were mine. The cutest guy ever since he was 14 all the way to who knows what age. The boy in my dreams, the boy who haunts my mind. I LOVE him more than any thing in the world. I LOVE him NOW like I’ll LOVE him then and forever. All I have is photos of him those brown eyes look thru…

November 26, 2002
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My Love

My love is tied to just one man Who’s everything to me He stole my heart when I was young And taught me how to “Be.” I’ve followed him from town to town And all around the earth His wonderful smile and knowing glance Filled me with joy and mirth. I gave up everything for him Because I loved him so. Wherever his travels led him That’s where I would…

November 26, 2002
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East Coast – West Coast

East Coast Man..West Coast Woman West Coast girl meets East Coast man They come together as only they can He hums a song he wrote on a whim She sings a song she meant only for him. Her kisses leave burns On the side of his face. For sure he wants more.. Her kiss left a trace Of wanting and needing the world never knew THIS love of difference.. THIS…

November 19, 2002
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Fan Friends without Faces

FAN FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for…

November 13, 2002
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My Special Diamond

I discovered a Diamond one day. It was rough and unpolished, and a small piece had broken away. But underneath was plain to see. A very special Diamond was about to be. I followed news reports. And concert tour efforts. The critics reprieve. But never saw a fan leave. I felt the pain of disappointment. The elation of success and enjoyment. I watched through the years as the sharp edges…

November 12, 2002
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