Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
Biography of Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
'Hopelessly, A Romantic'
Born in Illinois... (Didn't loose anything, that is still there, so I've seldom returned...) . Lived/traveled Europe and the Mediterranean for 15+ years... (Would enjoy going back for awhile...) . Have accomplished many things... some, I'm even proud of... (Need to do more of those...) Kind hearted... hard headed... but mostly agreeable... (If you are...) Too many interests to list... (But... they're unlikely on your list of interests...) Definitely, have had numerous incarnations here... (Luckily, I don't recall any of them...) Only known faults, a Tool Jones and Wanderlust...Ok... Maybe I have an infatuation now too... (Well... those are all I'll admit to for now...) .
Daniel Lloyd Kennedy Poems
Retirement is the end of work, That's what some seem to say, But I have talked to many more, Who say it's not that way.
Fish have many pretty colors, they live beneath the waves Some fish seem to swim in schools while others live in caves
With that noise I open my eyes, Tomorrow awaited now arrives, Comb my hair wash my face, Put on a dress and pickup the pace,
Searching Inner Space
Searching now for inner space Sure one day to find the place What means of travel does one face This journey from the human race
Life Will Go On
When we were young our lives were new Our shared romance and dreams they grew Till that fateful day did come and finally the song was sung But, Life Went On
Space And Time
Sparks of light, that's what we are, Parts of God, that traveled far,
A Measure Of Love
Love is measured, in many ways, But never to the extent, that it portrays, My love for you, has no bounds, Like the sands, on a beach are found.
Souls' Eye View
I walk around seeing through these eyes but they aren't me... There is something much deeper than those eyes that see... If you look into the eyes of someone and deep into those eyes, That is where the souls true self can be seen...
Where Souls Do Go
To: My Soulmate, And Her Loving Sister, For All The Inspiration I feel your presence, where ere I go, You must feel mine, this much I know,
The Nearest Mirror
-OH- -What vile creatures we are- Masticating the flesh of animals to fill our bellies
What Is A Book
A book is more, than mere words on a page, It's strength and character, improve with age, It lingers and lures, until we are smitten, Those words on the page, that someone has written,
Summertime In Texas
Summertime's a real grand time, for flowers, birds and bees, It's also time to trim the grass, gardens, bushes and trees, Some people say I don't like summer, but that just isn't true, I truly love the summertime, and all the tasks I do.
This Thing Called Time
To: The One, I will spend the rest of time and eternity with. Time can be an enemy, yet sometimes be a friend, There is a time that we all grow, and then a time we mend,
Lying sleeping softly still, Your ever present solid will, Gently rise and fall your breasts, Slow and rhythmic drawing breaths.
Where Souls Do Go
To: My Soulmate, And Her Loving Sister, For All The Inspiration
I feel your presence, where ere I go,
You must feel mine, this much I know,
The soul must show, how could it not,
For souls all go, to a special spot.
When your asleep, and so lightly breathing,
Your soul travels up, while you are dreaming,