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Love, Never Lost

Here’s an instrumental version of a song written for Pam’s 2 April 2013 Birthday.

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Love, never lost, never left behind me;

Love, far away, long ago, inside me:

Seasons pass away, our work of yesterday

  Is a dream of a tale long told —

Just love, always near, always young

  Still remains as we grow old.

 

Time – time is a journey,

Our past a foreign land:

A land we leave without returning,

Leaving all we have done, we have been. But -

 

Love, never lost, never left behind me;

Love, every dusk, every dawn reminds me:

Seasons pass away, our work of yesterday

  Is a dream of a tale long told. But -

Love is a land inside me

All I have loved persists, defines me,

Love, always near, always young

  Still remains when we are old.

Love is a story still untold.

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Fanfare Concertino for Piano and Orchestra …

A self-indulgence created in lieu of a trip to Turkey.

Luigi and me by the Boathouse at Ketsanis: July, 1979. https://www.amazon.com/author/colemanmichael View high resolution

Luigi and me by the Boathouse at Ketsanis: July, 1979.

https://www.amazon.com/author/colemanmichael

The Cleansing of Bunk Thirteen

Every camp has its ghost stories – as, I suppose, does every castle, inn, or other settled place where life and death have played through generations and we the living find ourselves performing in theatres which long before have staged the stories of the dead. How deeply strange is this, our world, when we look into its dark places! How much stranger still would we find it could we travel with the winds through trackless forests, with the currents through deepest seas — freed from the safe boundaries of our little selves — and learn the inhuman secrets of all that in fear or malice wait out the squall that is mankind? For we who would get on with the business of living, for at least a little while longer, with homes to maintain and gardens to tend and illusions of security to preserve, perhaps it is best there are things we can never know and stories we will never be told.

But that is no excuse to leave what tales we do know of greater things unfinished, if what remains to tell can shine light into darkness – or even give us cause to hope that understanding, redemption, and joy may yet remain when all boundaries are removed.

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A concluding Sequel to The Blind Ghost of Bunk Thirteen, together forming the novella Ketsanis. Now available at Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/author/colemanmichael

The Blind Ghost of Bunk Thirteen

All camps have their ghost stories: tales best told around a campfire, to friends half-lit against surrounding darkness, from which the eyes of uninvited things may, unobserved, be all-observing – patient, predatory, implacable – awaiting the dimming of the fire and the uncontested dominance of night. Yes, all camps have their ghost stories, and I have been chilled by as many as I suppose, over the years, have you. But only once, for me, has such a story drawn reality into itself and taken me to the place from which all such stories must, I think, first come. So, now: turn down your lights, and let me tell it to you. Listen, if you will, for stirrings in what ought to be silence – look, if you must, for any shape of deeper shadow implied in the darkness beside you – but attend, if you would learn how deeply strange is this our world, to my tale of Camp Ketsanis and the Blind Ghost of Bunk Thirteen…

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The Blind Ghost of Bunk Thirteen is the first half of the novella Ketsanis. Now available from Amazon:

https://www.amazon.com/author/colemanmichael

Why We Signed Up For This Adventure

In Brief 

To Love and to Create (do not forget)

We dream and dare, we risk without regret.

Select? Reject? Our Love adjudicates.

Employ? Destroy? We build and devastate:  

As love conceives our making hand performs;

What love discards is shattered — and transformed.

That’s who we are. As guests on God’s estate

We Vanquish Void; we love, and we create.

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From ”To Love and to Create”, published by Alabaster Leaves Publishing, an imprint of Kelsay Books. Now available at Amazon.

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Dead Prince

Music to a Poem by Athena Coleman

Instrumental, until someone dare attempt the lyrics:

 

So sleep, li’l darlin’;

Dream, dream of the days to come,

The days when the pain won’t be so strong …

Sit in your bed and cry

Pray for the day you die

Hope that with every breath you take

The nightmare ends, and you wake

Back in your room, back in your room again.

Chorus:

  And your prince is dead, he’s dead.

  Your prince is dead, he’s dead.

  Save yourself, get up,

  Get up, wake up, wake up,

  Fight your fears (fight your fears, fight your fears, fight your fears —)

  ‘Cause he’s here, like your prince was here, he’s here.

Princess of the nightmare dreams

Fight with all your might

Scream with all your heart

‘Cause your prince is dead.

And you in your bed:

Cry like there’s no tomorrow

And cry like no one cares.

Scream because you’re scared.

Chorus:

  And your prince is dead, he’s dead.

  Your prince is dead, he’s dead.

  Save yourself, get up,

  Get up, wake up, wake up,

  Fight your fears (fight your fears, fight your fears, fight your fears —)

  ‘Cause he’s here, like your prince was here, he’s here.

Nightmares in the dark,

They will never touch your heart.

Heartache overwhelms you

And your prince is dead, he’s dead.

And you in your bed —

Arms folded across your chest:

Maybe this is the last breath.

Hope there’s no tomorrow

And cry like no one cares:

Scream because you’re scared.

Chorus:

  And your prince is dead, he’s dead.

  Your prince is dead, he’s dead.

  Save yourself, get up,

  Get up, wake up, wake up,

  Fight your fears (fight your fears, fight your fears, fight your fears —)

  ‘Cause he’s here, like your prince was here, he’s here.

And you’re…

And you’re dead.

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Ceremony of Union

This was the music for the concluding section of Pam’s and my wedding (the ceremony of the Cups and the exit march). Unfortunately a bit tinny, as a higher quality MP3 would violate the Tumblr 10 MB limit.

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Wedding Music for Mike and Kim Faivus (Part 1 of 3)

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Wedding Music for Mike and Kim Faivus (Part 2 of 3)