Monthly Archives: May 2015

Home by Jack Johnson (A Dedication)

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Home

Over the past week I’ve been away from home, traveling out and about while doing a little bit of soul searching. I love traveling. It’s great for the body, mind, and soul, and can sometimes help you expand your outlook on life. But another thing my travels do is help me realize just how important my loved ones are to me.
Home is where the heart is and my heart is with those whom I love.

I dedicate this wonderful acoustic song by Jack Johnson to all those dear to my heart …

Home
I’ve gotta get home there’s a garden to tend
There’s fruit on the ground and the birds have all moved back into my attic,
Whistling static
And the young learn to fly
I will patch all the holes up again

Well, I can’t believe that my lime tree is dead
I thought it was sleeping, I guess it got fed up with not being fed
And I would be too, I keep food in my belly
And hope that my time isn’t soon.

And so I try to understand
What I can’t hold in my hand
And wherever we are home is there too
And if you could try to find it too
‘Cause this place is overgrown, needs some whacks and mow.
Home is wherever we are if there’s love here too

In the back of our house there’s a trail that won’t end
We went walking so far that it grew back again
There’s no trail at all
Only grass growing taller
Get out my machete and battle with time once again
But I’m bound to lose ’cause I’ll be down if time don’t win

I’ve gotta get home there’s a garden to tend
All the seeds from the fruits buried and begin
Their own family trees teach them, thank you and please
They spread their own roots, then watch their young fruit grow again
And this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins

And so I try to understand
What I can’t hold in my hand
And whatever I find I’ll find my way back to you
And if you could try to find it too
‘Cause this place is overgrown, needs some whacks and mow.
Home is wherever we are if there’s love here too

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Dandelion in the Wind

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Dandelion in the Wind

I’m thinking of you …
Day and night you come up
in my thoughts
and in my eye’s vacant sight.
When I fall back into the solitude
of the lonely night
It’s only you I see;
and with you I wish to be.

I’d give the world – my everything –
to lay by your side
for just one more night;
To feel the tenderness of your
gentle skin touching mine
as I wrap your smooth hair
Around my fingers.
Your beauty kills me
– it’s not fair.

I act as if I don’t care
and like you were never there.
But without you, I’m slowly drowning in a sea of sorrow.
And though I seem well,
your absence dims the hope of a better tomorrow.

I’d give everything, my all
Just to hear your voice:
the soft melody pouring from
your lips
Playing in perfect harmony with the cadence of your moving hips,
as you narrate your day
– dandy, as usual.

Today, I’d like to think of you.
Tonight, I’d wish to be with you.
My desires are all but void so long as the blood in your veins pump;
And though you are not with me,
and may possibly never be,
I know, with full conviction, that I’ll forever dwell in the confines your heart and mind.

Like a dandelion, we’ll disperse together into the wind of the calm Summer breeze;
Steering through different paths, whilst remaining one of the same.
Be I a lilac or you a rose,
we’ll both be violet.
Visually striking, like vipers,
despite our melancholy emotions,
spitefully morose.

By Mensur Gjonbalaj
May 11, 2015