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(Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

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A listing and access link to all:
song lyrics and mp3 audio files http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/ (all of which are a part of this Web site) can be accessed simply by selecting the "htm" file for the song you want;

poetry http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/poetry.htm;

quotations http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/quotations.htm; and

essays written by Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/articles/articles_larry_blakeley.htm,

all of which are used to tell the story in this Web site, can be accessed by going to each respective link set out above.

My son, Larry Blakeley http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/larryblakeley_photos_jpeg.htm manages this Web site and the following Web sites:

Larry Blakeley (Contact Info: larry at larryblakeley.com)

Leslie (Blakeley) Adkins - my granddaughter

Lori Ann Blakeley (June 20, 1985 - May 4, 2005) - my granddaughter

Evan Blakeley- my grandson

Major Roy James Blakeley (December 10, 1928 - July 22, 1965) - USAF (KIA)

When I was young my dad would say
Come on son let's go out and play

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say goodbye

- "I Still Can't Say Goodbye," Performer: Chet Atkins

MP3 audio file/lyrics http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/still_cant_say_goodbye.htm

For a larger image click on the photograph.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me - lets me see.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn beyond the lines of reason.
Push the envelope - watch it bend.

Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind,
withering my intuition, missing opportunities.
And I must feed my will to feel my moment drawing way outside the lines.

Black then white are all I see in my infancy.
Red and yellow then came to be, reaching out to me - lets me see there is so much more -
and beckons me to look through to these infinite possibilities.
As below, so above and beyond, I imagine drawn outside the lines of reason.
Push the envelope - watch it bend.

Over-thinking, over-analyzing separates the body from the mind,
withering my intuition, leaving all these opportunities behind.

Feed my will to feel this moment urging me to cross the line -
reaching out to embrace the random,
reaching out to embrace whatever may come.

I embrace my desire to ... embrace my desire to feel the rhythm,
to feel connected enough to step aside and weep like a widow,
to feel inspired, to fathom the power,
to witness the beauty, to bathe in the fountain,
to swing ... swing on the spiral,
to swing on the spiral,
to ... swing on the spiral of our divinity and still be a human.

With my feet upon the ground I lose myself between the sounds and open wide to suck it in.
I feel it move across my skin.
I'm reaching up and reaching out.
I'm reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me, whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind we may just go where no one's been.
We'll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one's been.

Spiral out - keep going,
Spiral out - keep going,
Spiral out - keep going,
Spiral out - keep going.

- "Lateralus," Tool, http://www.toolband.com

MP3 audio file (8.8 MB) http://www.royblakeley.name/larry_blakeley/songs/lateralus.mp3

Album: Lateralus

Label: Volcano

Release Date: May 15, 2001