Bad Bad Leroy Brown


I was thirteen years old when I heard on my special two speaker radio that Jim Croce had died. I cried buckets of tears. Such a loss for the world. We can only wonder what other treasures he would have shared from his soul.

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Jim Croce died in a plane crash on September 20, 1973 when he was only 30 years old.  A few days after his death, his wife Ingrid received a letter from him telling her that he had decided to quit music and stick to writing short stories and movie scripts as a career, and withdraw from public life.  Bad Bad Leroy Brown hit #1 on the charts just two months before his death.

The song was inspired by a tough private he met while in the army.  Croce and Brown used to hang out and sing together … until one day when Leroy Brown went AWOL.

Bad Bad Leroy Brown
Jim Croce

Well the South side of Chicago
Is the baddest part of town
And if you go down there
You better just beware
Of a man named Leroy Brown

Now Leroy more than trouble
You see he stand ’bout…

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Remember! Remember!  Skies of azure blue with wispy trails of clouds

on days so dark and dreary that feel as if they portend a future forever without the sun.

Remember!  Remember!  a smile that was just for you because you were you

on days you feel alone and unwanted and cannot remember being loved.

Remember!  Remember!  the afternoon you danced with joy to music sublime

on days where just leaving your bed seems a herculean task.

Remember!  Remember!  that other soul you lifted up who was deep down in a pit

on days you cannot see why you   were even born or continue to live.

Remember! Remember!  That day you stood up tall and felt your powers fill your soul

on days where  burdens and heartache leave you hunched, bent over and you fall.

Remember, oh remember, to not chastise your soul on days it’s wearied and so raw,

instead comfort it somehow as you would a child’s tender heart and remember to

remember better days.


A dark force


Emerging From The Dark Night

A force calls me out into the world

Into light life hope and love

While another force pulls me inward and down

It places a heavy boot on my chest

And will not let me rise

 No matter how hard i try

Instead it keeps me paralysed

Spewing doubt and fear

At every turn

Vanquishing love and connection

It puts me into an altered state where I am blind

And projects attack on love

So all I see is fear

And then I react from shielding and defence

And meanwhile all joy and possibility disappears

What this force is I do not understand

Only that I long so desperately to be free

From the suffering and the pain

That holds the paralytic claim

Over all the fear and darkness

Inside of me

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Just Be


Patricia J Grace

The struggle is to make room for all the feelings and not run. That door is locked, open it, let it air. Because closing off one room causes stagnation. Free the feeling by feeling it and acknowledging it is there which allows for quicker dissipation.

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