Generador LED para MySpace - Joombly Al is the popular Radio Personality/DJ at 100.7 WZLX in Boston! Al has such a dedicated following of Radio listeners, that they affectionately call themselves "Al Cole-holics"! Now it's time to make "Al Cole-holic" an Online buzz word too!
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Al is a one man show! He sings and plays all of the music on his recordings(all of the sounds heard on this website)! He writes the music and writes his own words as well. Sometimes he teams up with lyricist/friend Paul Hennessey. Each of the Musical and Poetry selections on this Site is a shortened mini-clip of the original full-length version.
Al has just completed a book titled "Romance For Women (Treating Women With the Dignity They Deserve)" . . . and of course men can benefit from the philosophy too. On this Site, it's Al himself reciting the Introduction to Romance For Women, and it's Al's own musical composition "The Witch" as the haunting background complement as well!Al sounds like someone really good. Someone unique . . . Different Looks, Different Sounds! Someone you wanna hear more than just once.His niche is a fly groove taking those musical curves and roller coaster hills with ease. He's as comfortable with an R&B and pop ballad as he is with a hip-hop deelite such as Buster Line. When you've listened to Al Cole, you're not done. You wanna listen again. Give in to the urge. Let yourself go. Treat yourself, then treat somebody you love. Then treat 'em again___again and again. As Al so aptly puts it in his Headline - "MAY YOUR HEART BE INSPIRED TO LOVE ! " . . . and to Different Looks and Different Sounds too!
... So now an excerpt from Al 's new book ROMANCE FOR WOMEN !
I t's never very easy for two people to share Love --
All of a sudden one partner 's share is a bit too great ,
A little too small ;
One Lover 's needs and desires suddenly a bit out of sortswith the other 's
They go ' round in circles --
Day in , day out --
If not at the beginning , then surely at the end .
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T he thrill of the love of Love --
A knife before the eyes of true Love ,
The thing that makes lonesome , Love-sick puppies of us all --
Love-things chasing their own tails ,
A whirlwind of barks worth more than their bite --
A deep-down despair , call it ;
More and more the frightened little child ,
A child learning to deal with the fact of its own sweet emptiness ,
With the possibility of never ever making it at Love --
Kisses on cold lips , touches with the chill of ice ;
Another quick peek at the shadow of ourselves in the mirror of our frozen reality ...
Until loneliness seems second nature ,
Until lovelessness looks out longingly , cherishingly ,
desperately to the dangling real thing before it --
The treasure of its own battered affections ,
The sting of first happiness through the bittersweet truth of its own unhappy void .
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W e are all of us angels ...
Angels in the appearances of men ,
Angels in the form of the bodies of women ...
And the men and women of our aspect --
They are the ones that really count :
Their passions , seductions ,
their kisses --
Stepping stones lining the path
to our Virginity ;
Their petting , stroking ,
their lovemaking --
Talents blessed by the nature of gods ,
Footsteps back to the soul of an angel !
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A kid in heat --
In over his head for the girl in the front row !
Carrying the torch that could light up the world ,
And with it the deep , dark morsels of the soul itself !
Call this the essence of true romance,
And call it truly the Lover here
because already he would be willing to play her Fool ,
To carry her books home ,
To bear her insults ,
Be willing to hold the same feelings for her even if he found out
that she really liked the other kid in the other row --
All this and more because he has already come to her body
a thousand times in the depths of his own soul --
The heat radiating from his body to hers ,
from her body to his own from ten feet away
or from the dizzying and delirious distance of inches !
Because he has already felt the softness of her trembling hand
ravished in his own sweaty palm ,
And has realized the dream of his lips tenderly at home with hers
in the sweltering , swelling moment of an illusion !
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T he Soul doesn't look for goodness
. . . that's the heart's luxury . . .
It takes what it needs for better or worse ,
Makes it a monument ,
And transforms it to the bold exultation of everythinghuman !
The heart worships the heavens ,
the earth ,
The soul gets up their guts !
It craves only the warm - blooded aroma of a smile it can't do without ,
Or a body so close that it's like shaking handswith its own dear conscience !
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I woke up this morning
to the other part of my soul . . .
To the feminine side of my Lion
coming out to me ;
It was there at first as a face alone ,
And as I drew nearer to it
I caught hold of the eyes
and wondered what it might mean ;
Speak on that little girl , honey ,
and the woman she holds so near ,
Tell me the energy it might take to bear her
through my own dear heart
. . . Or if I was just dreaming . . .
Tell me this ,
And tell me ...
What would it take to break the dream
and capture all of its elements
babes in arms ?
Yes , this tortured , frightened child
bearing in his will the blood of an angel !
Her right to be welling up
from the heart and soul of Magic ,
And pouring out like Wonderment
across the smoke - filled,
fiery heavens --
Farther now than the eye can see !
Oh tell me ...
What Magic , what special Magic
might it again take , dearest ,
To fix one more golden gift outside of myself ?
Yes , one more - more and more clearly fixed ...
One more - more and more clearly fixed ...
More and more clearly ... oh ever so clearly ...
More and more clearly
Fixed !
. . . Oh , my love !
This Womb !
The power of Tragedy to conceive !
The Impossibility for which sorrow and joy have Survived !
Yes ...
This chill and Magic ,
a product of my own forsaken Will --
This Miracle !
. . . I now see before me my own sweet Lioness ...
Looking back on me with those Eyes , baby ...
Oo , those Eyes !
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