Good night friends

Good night friends

Before I say Good Night
Noone is here anyhow
Life is like a piano melodies
Good night, Joyce Hampton
You were there for me and your son
Shella......Christiane
Rebecca Haarison
Stanley West
Tommy West
Lillius Barrilar
Dianne was killed in her Honda Civic
Good night

This has been my inner voice tonight

The last key of a piano

No one will ever find this daly inner voice for sure
But, that is not my determination
I shall walk alone for as long as I can
Berlin, Vermont is where it was all started
An OK car seller, John Little, sold my wife and I a
Toyota Pick up Truck, 1994
Ever since I owe the bank
I don't know who is the owner
I might as well say Good Night
No one is reading anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This has been my inner voice tonight
E-Albany, VT

Walk in a dream

Oh how beautiful it is
Wish you could be here with me
In this lonesome basement bedroom
Where the winter had left its prints
And, a mysterious sounds echo to my brain
Stimulate my soul and energy
Paul Bengston, my neighbor
is willing to do whatever he can
to help me find a residency
My life will then be completed!!!
A board certified physician....

This has been my inner voice tonight

Imagine

Imagine
I close my eyes
I hear a string of ensembles
The noisy dryer
and the memories of the past
The ones in California
The American parks
and the sad story of my dear friends
dying before they got to be young again
Souvalath and Toi
The winnd is gently blowing
I walk slowly into the Adoration
This is the last attempt
Imagine
Imagine
My last chance

This has been my inner voice tonight

B. John

The fire

The fire that is burning inside of me
Yet, I can't let it out
Like a gentle flower in a dirty pond
I am playing with a game that is
no long in fame
Still, like Bill Rodd,
I'm staying behind
While others screaming
It is me....it is me...
That was my dream
The water falling
from a crystal winter
A lawyer and his OCD wife
They live for their cat and dog
Still beneath the ocean
Billions of stories
have said over and over this path
This fire tonight
In the basement of a medical doctor
Life goes on
My neighbor, the CEO of our medical center
Snowshoeing......forever

This is my inner voice tonight

B. John

The common room

Here we are sitting in the common room of the Barn tonight. Ryan is playing his guitar, Tom with his PSP, Austin is ordering East Garden's scallion pancake, Allan and Yuan are manifested by their laptops, and I am typing this daily inner voice. Austin is now fixing a remote control which someone has torn aparts. Keith is joining us, sitting on a broken chair which Greame and Matt had rescued from the dumpster. He is swinging his feet, listening to Ryan struming his guitar. He is getting much better than when I first came to the Barn last year. He has grown so much since I had him in Physics. Speaking of Physics, Austin has just fixed the remote control. He is gifted in physics and computer technology. Everyone is gifted in his own way in the Barn.

As I write, Max and Brian have just came up the stairs carrying their laundry huge basket. They are noding their heads and smiling at me. "Did you have a nice weekend?" (There must be a dozen of freshman girls came to take them for the winter carnival the day before!). They replied with big smiles, "The weather was great."

Alvaro, Jae, James and the East Garden Andy are here too. "Good night," Andy said.

Al has just walked from a shower. Josh has gone to bed. Peter, Matt, Daniel, Matt, Kyle, Greame, Daniel, Harry.....are in their rooms.

Like a painting that is fading away little by little. Soon everyone will be gone. All the voices, the laughs, the sounds of the games, will ne fading away; leaving Mr. M and Mr. G here. Yes, we're a big family like the family I had in the orphanage. Our bond is strong. Forever the faded painting will still be in our hearts.

I must stop. The boys need to get ready for lights out at 10:45pm. This clock is incorrect!

Good night the princes of the Barn....

This is my daily inner voice