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In Christ do you have any encouragement?
Any comfort from his love?
Are your hearts tender and compassionate?
Any fellowship from the Spirit above?
Then make me truly happy
loving one another, be kind
agree with each other wholeheartedly,
work together, one purpose, one mind.
Life is too short to be selfish
there’s no need to try to impress.
With humility put others first.
Don’t look out for your own interests.
Have the same attitude as Christ Jesus
who took the humble position of a slave
and was born in human flesh
to offer the way to be saved
When he appeared in human form,
in humility He obeyed God’s plan
died a criminal’s death on the cross
provided redemption for every man
God granted Him the highest honor
His name is above all other names
every knee shall bow, every tongue confess
Jesus Christ is Lord, heaven and earth proclaims.
All my life this sensitive soul
Searched for love and acceptance to make me whole
You rescued me from sadness and solitude
And changed my attitude to gratitude
Your sweet spirit was the attraction
Made me desire more interaction
Anxiously awaiting every conversation
Each message developed infatuation
From our awkward first greeting
We knew there was no retreating
More about each other every day we know
Causing our affection and tender love to grow
God gave you to me as the very best blessing
To rejuvenate my life and keep me from stressing
Our two lives are commingled now as one flesh
So much in common, we communicate and mesh
I admire your beauty, your charm and grace
The look of love observed on your face
You’re my sweet heart, I love all your ways
I promise to love you for all of my days.
© Lunarmax Productions 02/14/09
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Late September ‘59
Gil Evans wrote the storyline
Miles Davis painted sketches of Spain
his trumpet played the mellifluous strain
Musical canvas conjures up images
of Sevillian caballeros,
and Madridian matadors.
Dusk on the beach, bright orange sunset
gyrating gypsies with colorful castanets
and frilly flamencos flirt with hirsute brunettes
with dark doe eyes that mesmerize and hypnotize.
Whenever I hear that music it takes me back
to a time and place when I was unaware of race
of better days and happy endings
of childhood memories and humble beginnings.
02/27/02 Lunarmax Productions
Lamplight creates the ambiance
as I slip into the dusky dining room
My eyes slowly adjust to the absence of fluorescence
as I stake my claim at the empty table
None is aware of my presence here
creating my own atmosphere
Sitting in obscurity, apathetic about etiquette
extremely aware of my own introversion
Desiring not conversation, but rather silence
Preferring solitude over the lonely crowded room.
© Lunarmax 1997
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Standing atop Clingmans Dome,
partly sunny cloudy day
gleaming golden orange fireball warms my skin
sparkling sun rays glisten and flash on windswept water
abundant acres of mountains stand flanked in rows
smoky blue haze hangs over endless natural beauty
trees green or bare stretch branches heavenward
clearly giving credence to their creator
serpentine sinuous streams slither thru the valley
inhale altitude thinned air from 6600 feet
and nonetheless cherish this breathtaking awesome view
as a crisp cool breeze caresses my face
Then it all came back to me, “this is what I miss”
this place where mind, soul, body and spirit
the place where I feel so close to you
We shared a fellowship here a quarter century ago
no guilt, no shame, standing boldly in your presence
life’s trauma and dramas fall away like broken shackles
Freedom, peace, serenity and tranquility flow from your fountain
never want to leave, wish it could always be this way
but roaming through dark valleys makes me appreciate the overlook
Wonderful it will be to live in your glory and never depart
eternal life through your Son, the comfort of your Spirit.
copyright 2002 Lunarmax
An exceedingly wise woman,
author and mother of three
while consumed in conversation
shared this thought with me…
“Writing is like giving birth.”
She oughta know.
and so when I write…
I give birth to interesting ideas
imparting imagery to experience
granting life to a legacy
that will obviously outlive me.
become exactly what I want it to be
say exactly what I want it to say
perpetuate my take,
a verbal implant.
words of dignity…
instead of vanity
it’s my therapy…
keeps my sanity…
that’s what writing does for me.
we all have a unique perspective
only you can express your view
communication is the objective
nobody sees the world quite like you do.
© Lunarmax 2003
All Rights Reserved
Longing to be with you in stillness and simplicity
Lost in a loving stare, eyes intertwined
Touring and traveling through your thoughts
while a smooth jazz guitar softly sets the scene.
A gentle breeze saunters through the summer leaves
night carefully creeps upon the dusk until
the moon displays its fullness and glory and
a distant lofty owl chants his mundane refrain.
Tender touch sends surges throughout my being
Responding in kind evokes expressive emotions
my love … my treasure
I bathe in the stream of your affection
and drink from the fountain given only to me.
What an exuberant experience,
to know your flowering femininity
We are fearfully and wonderfully made
for mutual friendship, enjoyment and pleasure
until one day like tender shoots of grass
we wither in the wind and just fade away.
© Lunarmax 06/02/02
Tiredness in your voice demands attention
work once a challenge has become a chore
years continue to pile up like refuse on a heap.
Realizing some things you’ll never accomplish
accepting the absence of ability
the ever-changing body wearing down and out
eyes that used to sparkle and glimmer
now grow dim and strain for clarity.
Massive muscular legs and feet
now ache, swell, sprain and fracture
the stroll lost the battle to the limp
Fingers and hands once nimble and able
now well acquainted with stiff and sore
dull pain waves as it takes a lap around the track.
Dreams and desire quietly creep away
misery and pain are constant companions
energy once abounding, now so easily depleted
even caffeine brandishes a weak hammer.
Memory began to fade many years ago
the mind is a terrible thing (to waste)
they said your whole life was ahead of you
but it passed you by and you didn’t even notice
now you look back and wonder…
what was that all about?
did it make any difference?
does anybody really care?
I was concerned about getting to the studio on time,
so the first time we were together I didn’t even notice