close your eyes.....
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OK, My eyes are closed now.... Quick run run run on home and eat your dinner.... I'm falling asleep here!!
Oh.. and when you have found that perfect hiding place... sometimes you just have to make some noises so they can find you....
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I close my eyes sometimes they don't want to open anymore because I feel again hear again smell again what should have been here and isn't but they are forced to live and they are grateful even though dying fore love would bring so much relief
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Close my eyes and this comes to my mind... close yours eyes and I'll kiss you.
tommorrow I'll miss you...
Remember I'll always be true...
and then while I'm away, i'll.....sorry forgotten the words but you know what I mean
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"We all know success when we all find our own dreams, and our love is enough to knock down any walls." Pete Townshend That's what I see when I close my eyes...the strength and beauty of my dreams.
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hettyw:
Close my eyes and this comes to my mind... close yours eyes and I'll kiss you.
tommorrow I'll miss you...
Remember I'll always be true...
and then while I'm away, i'll.....sorry forgotten the words but you know what I mean
... write home everyday And I'll sing all my loving to you..." If I remember well!
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close my eyes & when I open them things are right with the world
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close my eyes and wish for evrything wonderful
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This makes me think of the Dr. Who that I saw last night, where everyone in the world was thinking "the Doctor" all at the same time, and he was saved... Wish the world could close their eyes all at the same time and wish for something really really great, like World Peace or Healing or Food for everyone or Love to everyone... And I open my eyes and there is a better energy in the world and things are looking better already!!
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I cannot close my eyes ..... how would I drive? how would I read? how would I draw my cartoons ?(well maybe I could - but if I got off track the whole thing would be a wreck). I would not be able to see where I came from, where I am now, and where I am going. (Wait.... that only seems to work for me on my walk). I could not see where I am now and where I am going. (So much for the thought above). It seems like many want to take who they are and what they have become - and wash it all away in a dream, in a wish, compensate, fill in what isn't there, remove what should not be there, erase some, add some, be something else, someone else, success from eyes closed that translates into success with eyes open..... wishful thinking, wishful want ...... I too have thought this way, been this way and at times am this way too ..... and after a long day .... a day that I lived, tried, and most likely have not found my wishful wants, thoughts - and sometimes just bits of being closer to the dream .... I close my eyes and dream .... so that I may wake up fresh tomorrow and try try again ....
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jinxoftheapplecake:
hettyw:
Close my eyes and this comes to my mind... close yours eyes and I'll kiss you.
tommorrow I'll miss you...
Remember I'll always be true...
and then while I'm away, i'll.....sorry forgotten the words but you know what I mean
... write home everyday And I'll sing all my loving to you..." If I remember well!
Thank you!
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close my eyes & open them to see a child who doesn't have anything, smiling because I anonymously gave them a teddy of their own to hug & call their own.
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GYPSYGIRL:
close my eyes & open them to see a child who doesn't have anything, smiling because I anonymously gave them a teddy of their own to hug & call their own.
I close my eyes and play in my imagination
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Close my eyes and I fall asleep......
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I close my eyes ..... and go way back to junior high. Some of us are walking to school. For some reason they never routed a bus to our area. It was a long walk. We found a short cut through an area that we were not suppose to walk through .... if anyone said anything we would say that we did not know, sorry or pardon us type of stuff. There was an even shorter cut than the short cut - down a hill to a creek .... there was a pipe that was above the water. I never went to school this way... but I tried to go along with the school friends. The water was getting up there with a lot of rain and snow. Everyone walked across with no problem. I took a few steps and temporarily froze with fear ... the group started walking ..... they saw me trying and then going back. They said come on you can do it .... give it a try ... its no big deal .... one guy - who I did not even know - but was known as a tough guy around the school - took a few minutes near the pipe and said take my hand and I will help you across. I saw the water, the small slippery pipe to me and lots of cold fast moving water under the pipe that I could easily picture myself falling in. The group continued to walk to school .... figuring that I would have to cross it now to catch up with them. I thanked the one guy for trying -- and told him I would cut through the old short cut. That day it was longer .... I could hear faint sounds of them laughing at me. A few who I thought were my friends -- laughed and made fun of me ... at a terrible growing up time when I needed friends .... I had none. I walked the old short cut every day .... they took the pipe. They would make fun of me ... I tried to ignore them ... and had no friends .... that year and the next year ....maybe longer. This bad time stuck in my mind .... I tried to let it go .... but knew it was still there .... anything like the pipe ... I would take another way .... do another thing or not allow myself to be in that type of position. Flash to a time some years later..... I was walking around that park .... just walking and thinking .... just me. I went down the hill to the creek .... and there was that same pipe .... perhaps seeming short to those who crossed it .... to me it glowed, laughed at me, made fun of me, was rude .... a pivotal time of way back then ... from friends to no friends and being made fun of .... which the cold hearted snots did to everyone. I am crossing it .... I thought to myself. I put a foot on it ... went 2 steps and back to the side... I tried again .... perhaps even an over think ... again back to the side ..... defeated, bummed out - crap! Ready to walk away .... I took a few steps and then I crossed the pipe. A bit awkward .... but I crossed it .... and I went across again .... and then one more time ... with no hesitation (I would have gone again ... but why push it and why risk slipping off and falling in?)..... as I started walking along the other side of the park I got a good feeling of overcoming something from long long ago .... many would see nothing in this ..... shrug and say so what .... to me it was big ..... now I could move forward .... from the thought of it and the feeling .... something I needed to do .... but did not realize - until I did it then ..... most likely not interesting to many ..... to me -- I grinned - knowing I could do it ..... there is was one less road block in the_early_version_of_the_fool - way before being the_fool .... as I open my eyes - and read some of my own writings and know why I am the_fool - to be better than I am as well as I might be today.
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Thanks so much for sharing that story The_Fool. I think every one of us has a similar story.... How symbolic... having to cross a pipe to get to the other side.... I am so happy that you finally crossed that pipe... I am trying to cross a pipe of my own these days and you really put it in to perspective for me... You just made me realize that I think some old memories might be holding me back...Thanks so much
I close my eyes and am crossing my own pipe... fear be gone...
to get to the other side...
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I close my eyes ..... I am walking (strange?! I have my eyes closed and I can see!). I am walking around a park trying to get in my 5000 steps or more. Usually I walk around this area two times and add a jaunt here and there to get the step count up. On my first time around I see a Lottery Ticket. A scratch off ticket - not yet scratched. Could this be a sign? I don't pick it up. (If this ticket blew out of someone's hands... they should have a chance to try and find it). I do not see anyone anywhere near to here. I walk away some 2142 steps or close to it by now. For almost every moment of my second time around the park - I thought of ..." Lottery what if ..." .... paying my bills, buying a new car, working on my house ... what the heck buying a new house with an indoor pool, game room, recording studio, entertainment area ..... a bunch of nonsense things that I could do with all that money..... investing .... living on interest .... all kinds of toys like boats and campers and maybe even my own plane!! A baseball field to play home run derby .... the finest of fine wines and good food and all that sort of stuff ..... I kept walking and soon I was back there .... now at 5, 258 steps ... good - well done .... I see the ticket there and .... aw crud .... it is not a lottery ticket at all it is a business card. Darn it! and this time I am the_fool again
ops: sigh
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Close your eyes in a library, now to the other patrons what would they think. I played the fool for soo long, and payed for it. Who would walk away from a fool and his money? Now I'm a little more grown and play the clown for my children who laugh and laugh. I can be a nutcase, and at another time, deadly serious. Details, details. Why is it I see a rainbow over my head each time my eyes close, and a river, tranquility. Friendship? Isolation. Sad stone, excaliber, I stumble upon in this magical lonely land. A hand? Just a fan of the fabulous, follower of the phenominal. My life is better for having Paul here. What would the world be without him. What would John have been? Oh Paul, live forever, please, here or there. Where you go, I will follow. Willow wallow filling the hollow to a halo I say low hey road come my way mystical one on parade.
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I don't wanna close my eyes...cause when I open them it was all just a dream and I don't want it to be a dream....so better to keep them open to this reality of mine.
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close my eyes and envision happier lives for so many children that deserve better than what they have now
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I close my eyes and pretend that the times spent with him were not fake feelings...that he did have peaceful happy times with me........I can even feel him holding me and stroking my hair through his fingers if I try......
And then I open my eyes to the reality that it was fake....that it wasn't true love at all.....