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Larry Gaddy was born in Calhoun County on August 12th, 1968. Born into poverty, he learned to appreciate the simple things; for simple things were all he had. Growing up in the mountains of Alabama, nature was abundant. The leaves change color in the fall, and the snow drapes the ground in December from time to time. With the changing seasons, he would find his path into the quietness of truth.
He found solace, deep within the human condition. Reserved and withdrawn, he found truth. Growing up poor taught him that material things are useless, without the purpose of thought.
Life and self worth is a blessing that cannot be bought at any price. To see through those eyes is to see eternal youth, to grow wise with grace, and to still die young at any age.
Watching a colored leaf fall from a tree... Seeing its dance upon the wind... Hearing the lyrics of a song unsung... Humming the melody yet written... Writing words that bring teardrops... And humbled by the grace of it all...
Some would say he's a visionary; seeing truth beyond the lies, twisting a simple word into emotion.
“Question everything”
he heard so oft as a child, looking through the stained glass in his mind. Somewhere as a child he died alone and was reborn a simple poet.
He is a story teller. In his words, you will find a simple truth. You will laugh, and you will cry. Hanging on a single word as a lifeline; letting go to find another. In his world, you feel the little things and the miracles they bring.
Through his eyes, the fairies have been seen, painting sunsets and rainbows.
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My Blog

the Maze of truth ... in this prison called Love

Labyrinth of Love My mind it goes so fast There are so many things I want to say to you My true friends they don't last But my virtual ones do I am good at goodbyes I have said them for so long It's a...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Apr 2009 15:55:00 GMT

things that remind me of you ...

Little ThingsTonight when you close your eyesand this day unwinds in your headbetween your sheetslaying on your bedWill you think of meAnd when you hear the whispering windoutside this room you're cry...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 18:05:00 GMT

These truths of me

Handwriting on the wallI wrote in cursive on the wall waiting for a call to comeNothing ever rings anymoreJust the bell towers in my headTelling me I'm already deadWhere were you when I was youngSingi...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 16:17:00 GMT

Who we truly are ...

Who We Truly Are Is love just a fairy tale?Can you see the winter greensthe light pastels,the in betweensAlways waking to a new day with a smileKissing lips attached to facesonce unknown now crowding ...
Posted by on Tue, 03 Feb 2009 20:06:00 GMT

the Question why ... can i never get back to you

The Question whyyou asked a questionand i answered youso far my love i am confusedcan you answer me when i ask you whyyou can fall away it seems they always doAnd i can walk this worldalone and withou...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Sep 2008 13:54:00 GMT

my last breath, and now we drown out the sounds ... of Love

"Last breath"If all the oceans wash ashore i will search for you in the calm that hold my dreams no more i will find you under heaven if your will is still alive i will cling to your memory until all ...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:45:00 GMT

Falling in a dream ... a book of poetry by L.Gaddy

where to purchase "Falling in a dream" Falling In A Dream, Book Of Poetry By Larry Gaddy
Posted by on Sat, 01 Dec 2007 08:00:00 GMT

for my daughter Kaley ... wherever this night may find her

"When I was"When I was young I had a daughtershe was two, when I lost herI often wonder where she isHow she is, and who she calls fatherI have waited now For what seems to me, foreverFor a sign from f...
Posted by on Mon, 24 Sep 2007 17:46:00 GMT

a time piece called love ...

Seconds handLike a grandfather clock in a forgotten dream we are bound for timeAs one hand needs the other to tell the hour ... i need youYou are my seconds hand in this timepiece called lovewith you ...
Posted by on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 06:34:00 GMT

Won again ... the motorcycle ride/out running the cops! :-)

Won againlost in love but i can't stayvoices carry words awaysilver tonguesoothes the readereach page turnedtrying to reach hersheets turn downthe pillow case smells of youthe lights go dimas i scan m...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 05:29:00 GMT