HCK_2018_Banner_cropped

11 Comments

  1. Matthew Langland
    March 8, 2017 @ 12:52 pm

    Helllo Baby! Ha ha ha ha ha, oh you sweet thing Do I what? Will I what?
    Oh baby you know what I like!

    Reply

    • Bernard Carson
      March 8, 2017 @ 12:54 pm

      Dear Mr. Langland, thank you very much for your insightful comment. The wind blows hard against this mountain side, across the sea into my soul. It reaches into where I cannot hide, setting my feet upon the road .My heart is old, it holds my memories, my body burns a gemlike flame. Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again.

      Reply

  2. Matthew Langland
    March 8, 2017 @ 12:56 pm

    Make me feel real loose like a long necked goose
    Oh baby that’s what I like.

    Reply

    • Bernard Carson
      March 8, 2017 @ 12:57 pm

      The snow glows white on the mountain tonight. Not a footprint to be seen. A kingdom of isolation, and it looks like I’m the Queen. The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside. Couldn’t keep it in; Heaven knows I’ve tried.

      Reply

  3. Matthew Langland
    March 8, 2017 @ 12:58 pm

    Oh honey
    But, oh baby you know what I like.

    Reply

    • Bernard Carson
      March 8, 2017 @ 12:59 pm

      Somewhere between the soul and soft machine, is where I find myself again. When I was young I thought of growing old, of what my life would mean to me
      Would I have followed down my chosen road, or only wished what I could be.

      Reply

  4. Matthew Langland
    March 8, 2017 @ 1:00 pm

    What’s that honey? Pick you up at 8 and don’t be late? But baby, I ain’t got no money honey.
    Oh alright baby, you know what I like.

    Reply

    • Bernard Carson
      March 8, 2017 @ 1:00 pm

      Don’t let them in, don’t let them see. Be the good girl you always have to be.Conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know.
      Well now they know.

      Reply

  5. Matthew Langland
    March 8, 2017 @ 1:01 pm

    Oh baby that’s what I like.

    Reply

    • Bernard Carson
      March 8, 2017 @ 1:02 pm

      Kyrie eleison, down the road that I must travel. Kyrie eleison, through the darkness of the night.. Kyrie eleison, where I’m going will you follow. Kyrie eleison, on a highway in the light.

      Reply

      • Bernard Carson
        March 8, 2017 @ 1:05 pm

        Let it go, let it go. Turn away and slam the door. I don’t care what they’re going to say. Let the storm rage on.The cold never bothered me anyway.

        Reply

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *