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  <div class="message"><p>Piano under a full moon light</p><p>A soft, gentle breeze&nbsp;</p><p>Waves breaking below</p><p>And I played music through the night</p><p>Alone, echoing through the halls</p><p>My life, alive through note</p><p>Each and every moment, relived</p><p>The ultimate journey</p><p>The joy and the sadness, the dreams that never came</p><p>The joy of life, and the things that changed</p><p>And losing you</p><p>And the silent times that followed</p><p>All alive once again</p><p>Put to rest at dawn&nbsp;</p><p><i>—jl</i></p><p><strong>From </strong><em><i><strong>Out On My Own</strong></i></em><strong> by Jonathan Lamas</strong><br>© 2003, All Rights Reserved.<br>Available on [<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Out-My-Own-Jonathan-Lamas/dp/0595292119/ref=sr_1_1?crid=341ZDMYGWPCI4&amp;dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.IQxyYHCTmkxjt0DIyebmQ_pRTtCpH92K0bDakGLnEey2sj3x-sOorZ0vH_RFDvRT.cIGXl7x1l63VO_77ok21XyHJTJqcO4Cq47L7k6PJeaE&amp;dib_tag=se&amp;keywords=out+on+my+own+lamas&amp;qid=1744542850&amp;sprefix=out+on+my+own+lamas%2Caps%2C231&amp;sr=8-1"><u>Amazon</u></a>]</p></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>It was 1997 when I last walked along the golden shore of Ventura Beach<br>I remember it vividly, within my mind<br>As though it happened only yesterday<br><br>Early morning, as the waves rolled in<br>Alone with thoughts on my mind<br>And as I looked into the deep blue waters<br>I thought of the future to come<br>And the past that had gone<br><br>And standing there, I knew in my mind<br>That life would work out somehow<br><br>Because life, so much, like the deep blue ocean<br>Constantly changing currents<br>Constantly changing shape<br>Constantly changing before our eyes…</p><span class="read-more pdf__hide"><a href="/home/blog/7763451/deep-blue-currents">Read more</a></span></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>The tower, it was ours, long before this came to be</p><p>And here we are now, again…</p><p>Who says you can’t always be?</p><p>We have, you know?</p><p>For so long now, through the ages</p><p>My best friend</p><p>My confidant</p><p>Always meeting, in these strange places</p><p>Full of strange faces</p><p>But you, I know</p><p>Always</p><p>Forever and a day</p><p>It was ours</p><p>And it always will be</p><p>Forever and a day…</p><p><i>-jl</i></p></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>The first rain of spring has arrived</p><p>A cooling of the earth after a warm spring day</p><p>Falling fast, falling slow</p><p>The sound of rain hitting the street below</p><p>And the occasional sound of thunder in the backdrop</p><p>A gentle reminder that summer is on its way</p><p>The feast of the Sun</p><p>A rebirth</p><p>A change</p><p>The dead winter has passed</p><p>And soon, spring’s first flower shall bloom</p><p>And I will be watching</p><p>And I will be waiting</p><p>For her birth</p><p><strong>From </strong><em><i><strong>Out On My Own</strong></i></em><strong> by Jonathan Lamas</strong><br>© 2003, All Rights Reserved.<br>Available on [<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Out-My-Own-Jonathan-Lamas/dp/0595292119/ref=sr_1_1?crid=341ZDMYGWPCI4&amp;dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.IQxyYHCTmkxjt0DIyebmQ_pRTtCpH92K0bDakGLnEey2sj3x-sOorZ0vH_RFDvRT.cIGXl7x1l63VO_77ok21XyHJTJqcO4Cq47L7k6PJeaE&amp;dib_tag=se&amp;keywords=out+on+my+own+lamas&amp;qid=1744542850&amp;sprefix=out+on+my+own+lamas%2Caps%2C231&amp;sr=8-1"><u>Amazon</u></a>]</p></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>Rain feel from the dark sky, cold and hard, down my face, and past my eyes, like cold, lonely tears. There’s something I Love about walking in the rain, late night, down these city streets. There’s something magical about the Village at this time. Things change, reality fades. Sometimes, if you close your eyes, you can go backwards in time, and live in a day that once was. The same streets where F. Scott Fitzgerald once walked, with Zelda by his side. Where Kerouac once wrote, drank, and wandered lost, like…</p><span class="read-more pdf__hide"><a href="/home/blog/7676045/late-night-village-scenes">Read more</a></span></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>The fresh, crisp air, and the deep clear sky&nbsp;</p><p>Not a star to be missed, as the leaves fall to the ground&nbsp;</p><p>And the trees sway in the gentle wind&nbsp;</p><p>I know that I’ve seen this before&nbsp;</p><p>So fall is here, once again I see&nbsp;</p><p>And whatever became of the lonely summer?&nbsp;</p><p>Those nights of solitude, alone with my mind&nbsp;</p><p>When all I needed was a friend?&nbsp;</p><p>And within my mind, I still face my battles&nbsp;</p><p>That no one will see, but me&nbsp;</p><p>And within my heart, I still face loss&nbsp;</p><p>That no one will know, but me&nbsp;</p><p>And as a child, playing in the leaves&nbsp;</p><p>I…</p><span class="read-more pdf__hide"><a href="/home/blog/7627236/fall-reflections">Read more</a></span></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>I can hear the waves, crashing below</p><p>Perched here, upon this cliffside</p><p>A roaring fire, soon to die out</p><p>The distant flames of the past echo out into the darkness</p><p>And me, here, with my paperback “Walden”</p><p>Emerson would be proud</p><p>Nothing but starry sky above, the ocean below</p><p>This traveler of life, alone, in solitude</p><p>A celebration of where it all began</p><p><i>—jl</i></p><p>(South Carlsbad State Beach, CA May 2014)</p></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>The cool, evening breeze, whispered softly through my open bedroom window. Although I had become accustomed to its presence, its peaceful effect had not faded with time. Like one of the few things in life that is true, I had grown to accept its tranquil presence. I lifted my head from my pillow, and slowly made my way to the window. The stars were so bright in the night sky, and the air was so fresh upon my skin. It reminded me of a time and place so long ago. It reminded me of childhood in its purest form.…</p><span class="read-more pdf__hide"><a href="/home/blog/7558944/loneliness-and-the-art-of-the-unachievable-dream-from-out-on-my-own">Read more</a></span></div>
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  <div class="message"><p><strong>Spring’s&nbsp;First Rain&nbsp;</strong></p><p>The first rain of spring has arrived</p><p>A cooling of the earth after a warm spring day</p><p>Falling fast, falling slow</p><p>The sound of rain hitting the street below</p><p>And the occasional sound of thunder in the backdrop</p><p>A gentle reminder that summer is on its way</p><p>The feast of the Sun</p><p>A rebirth</p><p>A change</p><p>The dead winter has passed</p><p>And soon, spring’s first flower shall bloom</p><p>And I will be watching</p><p>And I will be waiting</p><p>For her birth</p><p><i>—jl</i></p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><strong>From </strong><em><i><strong>Out On My Own</strong></i></em><strong> by Jonathan Lamas</strong><br>© 2003, All Rights Reserved.<br>Available on [<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Out-My-Own-Jonathan-Lamas/dp/0595292119/ref=sr_1_1?crid=341ZDMYGWPCI4&amp;dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.IQxyYHCTmkxjt0DIyebmQ_pRTtCpH92K0bDakGLnEey2sj3x-sOorZ0vH_RFDvRT.cIGXl7x1l63VO_77ok21XyHJTJqcO4Cq47L7k6PJeaE&amp;dib_tag=se&amp;keywords=out+on+my+own+lamas&amp;qid=1744542850&amp;sprefix=out+on+my+own+lamas%2Caps%2C231&amp;sr=8-1">Amaz</a>…</p><span class="read-more pdf__hide"><a href="/home/blog/7555157/spring-has-arrived-and-i-am-waiting-for-her-bloom">Read more</a></span></div>
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  <div class="message"><p>It’s been 25 years since <em><i>Sanctuary of Expression</i></em> was first published, and <i>28th &amp; 7th Ave</i>. remains one of my most personal reflections. In those early days, I often explored the city at night—drawn to its rhythm, its quiet edges, and the stillness just before dawn. I often found myself at 28th and 7th Ave., Djarum Special in hand, on my way back to Brooklyn just before dawn. <i>Walking alone, as I do sometimes</i>…</p><p><strong>28th and 7th Ave.</strong></p><p><strong>Y</strong>ou might find me cleverly clad, in black on black<br>At 28th and 7th Ave.<br>Late one night,…</p><span class="read-more pdf__hide"><a href="/home/blog/7554476/from-sanctuary-of-expression-28th-7th-ave-25-years-on">Read more</a></span></div>
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