Words With... Music

From then to now....the finest hours

"Now"

I don't know why I ever came
I didn't really know your name
these were the finest hours, chasing the sun
climbing steps up high so we could both look down
Now that you're gone....

I get lost if I think too much
my arms need someone near to touch
 these were the finest hours, calling your name
when I couldn't find you near your voice remained
Now that you're gone...

Can I tell you how I feel tonight
stars are shinning where there is no night
light years of light are in place
softly embracing your face
capturing a moment time will keep
Can I tell you how I feel tonight

I know things never stay the same
how time comes soon to be estranged
these were the finest hours, writing your name
daring words to sing out to somehow explain
now you're a song 

                 

                   

words & music & picture by roman blazic_all rights reserved

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Words With Music

Me and my friends

"Those Days"

Some nights I walk alone
through city streets
Sometimes I'm never known
kind of like a dream

Face's unknown to me
passing by chance
Face's in memory never last

Kind of like those summer nights
Kind of like those days
Kind of like those summer nights
wishing for....wishing for those days

Place's of yesterday facing each turn
Place's so far away....soon return

Kind of like those summer nights
Kind of like those days
Kind of like those summer nights
wishing for...wishing for....

You near that first hello
You near desire grows

Kind of like those summer nights
Kind of like those days
Kind of like those summer nights
wishing  for....I'm wishing for you

words and music by roman blazic_all rights reserved

                             

 

The Windows of the Soul (3)

For the preservation of the history and beauty of Fishtown's Holy Name of Jesus church.  

https://www.facebook.com/holynameofjesusfishtown/   (215) 739-3960 

or

https://www.gofundme.com/f/holy-name-of-jesus-church-repairs

inspiration lauren borrasso

words & pictures by roman blazic_all rights reserved

Come Here

 this day

Dinner at eight. It was a bit later and I served myself. She was silent when I got up to do so. Our conversation was whirling as fast as the ceiling fans just before that. It had to do with the Aussie vs Greek Wimbledon match, with Nadal segments, and then the Phillies and Cards came on. Hers' tennis, not baseball. She said she wasn't hungry in the whirl. 

It, for me, was a day about not thinking about the things on my mind while there was conversation and food. But before all that, I went to the supermarket. I needed, say, six items and went blank on getting some chocolate milk. I was getting some cakes. It would have been perfect. I did get sherbet. It goes good with Chinese food and not so much the eggplant. 

Her kiss while leaving out the door was as good as what you didn't see. It's to the point and not like three paragraphs of a Fabio romance novel. I was putting my hand on the door knob that she stood next to and didn't need a paragraph, two words, come here.

words & pictures by roman blazic_all rights reserved

      

The Windows of the Soul (2)

Holy Name of Jesus 

The Fishtown church at Gaul and Berks St needs broad community support to restore, secure and maintain it's colorful stain glass windows. Fishtown lost St Laurentius' beautiful stained glass windows and twelve original - now priceless - oil paintings on canvas portraying treasured scenes from the life of Christ and His Saints to the coming wrecking ball.
The times are difficult and for many in their thoughts. These times have not overshadowed long standing concern of Fishtown's neighborhood history and beauty worth preserving.

https://www.facebook.com/holynameofjesusfishtown
or
https://www.gofundme.com/f/holy-name-of-jesus-church-repairs 

The detail of the robe

The top right step: Gift of the Rosary Altar Society

St John Neumann

inspiration lauren borrasso

words & pictures by roman blazic