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When You Love Someone


by Darryl Price


you set the world in motion. When you love
someone you reset everything to now. 
When you love someone you forgive the world. 
Everything is possible. When you love
 
someone it is time to go on home. When 
you love someone you're reborn as someone 
else completely. That is why love is the 
answer. Why all you need is love. When you 
love someone your voice sounds like your own kind 

of truth. When you love someone you dig in 
your purse or pocket for extra change. When 
you love someone the best is yet to come. 
When you love someone you are an all time 
great music listener. You are a deep 

sea dreamer beginning to dream to life. 
It doesn't have to be romantic; it 
just has to be real. When you love someone 
it's oh so nice to meet you. That may sound 
funny, but it's true. When you love someone 

the lost key is already in your hand. 
The hidden magic door is already 
in its fair frame. The clouds are already 
quite delicious, even with rain coming. 
When you love someone you might think you've been 

shot. Yes, indeed. When you love someone your 
poet pal will stand his sacred ground for 
you again and again just as promised.  
When you love someone it will make all the
difference. And that's something worth doing.   



Bonus poem:



The Old Pretender

by Darryl Price


tells you things you can't seem
to forget. And still you
refuse to remember
his name. The pretender

sits in his grey sweater
and types, watching a cardinal
sitting, singing at the
top of a tree to no

one in particular.
The old pretender used
to be a serious
tragic lover of the

sea. The old pretender
said when this war's over
I suggest we use what
little time we have left 

to dance and sing. The old
pretender stood so close
to the sky it took your
breath away. Still you let

him fall. The pretender
pulled the trigger, made art
all over; silence was
spoken. Still you remained

invisible. The old
pretender doesn't feel
he's made a mistake in
choosing you to receive

the stolen moments of
his time. I can't really
understand this kind  of
happiness. But do you?    























A little more brightness; spread the word:


Here We Go

by Darryl Price


"Love was never blind, but I was.'--Scott Avett

Stand on your head. Now stand on one 
trained foot and hop around in all 
seriousness. Now turn yourself 
into a wild mountain lion 
statue. What are you, a balloon 
animal? Who's twisting you, you 
or them? Juggle mountains, tip two 
flowing rivers from one hand to
 
the other (What is the sound?), for 
all to see. Learn to levitate 
in your sleep, while your lonely 
partner only wants to be touched 
tenderly again by you, or 
another human person. Do 
you really need this dishonest 
grandiose lie, elaborate
 
distractions from the sound of your 
own foolish breathing? You're alive. 
You will die. I know the ageless 
yoga guru looks amazing, 
bathing in the afterglow of 
Angels visiting all the ports 
of her body and mind, but that's 
not where her beauty comes from. She's
 
mastered the art of wishing. The 
living universe has got a 
million ears, but not all of them 
are good listeners. Some can be 
dangerous. She's very careful, 
of course. You wouldn't want to be 
misunderstood by the ancient 
gods. This was all well and good at 

the last turn of the century. 
But, well, speaking plainly from the 
human heart might work just as well 
for us right now. Ringo put it 
this way: there's something you can do; 
give more love. We've been turned out of 
the garden a long time now; we're 
always looking for a clever 

new way to sneak back in. Maybe 
that's not the answer we're looking 
for. Don't be sad. Do what you like, 
but do no harm. And remember, 
it's all in your head. But so who's 
doing all that pouring?  Just ask 
yourself: What's wrong with us having 
our own crazy dreams? Making your 

own beautiful noise in the world?
Nothing. There's just as much evil 
skullduggery in heaven as
on earth. Follow the insane trail
of money or moonbeams and you'll
find the same hungry figures in
the waiting shadows. Communion
of Holy Breath is natural.

It doesn't have to be bought. Or 
sold. It can't be tricked. Its love is
pure because it doesn't blame you
for its murder. Its love is 
pure because it is a Phoenix.
It always comes back stronger. Its
love is pure because it's never
out of reach. It's no illusion.   

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