John Lennon

Love is real.
Real is love.
Love is feeling
Feeling Love.
Love is Wanting
to be loved.

Love is touch.
Touch is love.
Love is reaching.
Reaching Love.
Love is asking
to be loved.

Love is you.
You and me.
Love is knowing
we can be...

Love is free.
Free is love.
Love is living.
Living love.
Love is needing
To be loved...



I wasn't alive when he was. I was no where near, infact. I wasn't born until 17 years later. Despite that, Every birthday, at least in recent years, I remember that just a couple days before I celebrate my own birth, I celebrate the death of a man who knew too much for anyone to know. To me, he saw what few others did. He opened the eyes of many, he faught for peace.
25 years ago tonight, John lennon died. around this time, too. he died from gunshot wounds from a man who was deeply disturbed, who apologized to the cops afterwards; not for shooting lennon, but for causing the cops such trouble.

But now, tonight, december eight, 2005, I listen to some newly re-released music by this amazingly beautiful man, a man I never knew. but I can feel the emptiness left by his departure, that distinct void that many of us feel tonight. He was another man in the world, but for some strange course of events, he managed to become of the most famous music icons the world has ever known. Everyone knows his name, and what it means.
So, in that essence, he never died. No bullets ever entered his body. nothing has, nothing ever will. In my mind, John lennon never died, and is still walking around somewhere in the world. And that's how it is for everyone else. He is still alive, him and his concepts.
For I, for one, Can only dream of doing what he did. I can only hope to follow in his footsteps, to wake up the people of the world, to get their attention where it belongs. To save someone.

So, Here's to the guy with the guitar and long hair: He knows whats going on.