Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Hesitation
Alternating colors and tones
The intense air falls like a blanket of smoke in a gentlemen's club
As one piece is moved one after another slowly, but ever so gracefully
Too bad this isn't Alice in Wonderland or a trip to never never land with Peter Pan
A life size pause in time, but this is no dream or nursery rhyme
Making your move with sweat on your brow
You can hear the inhale and exhale of every stress and thought
The squeak your shoe makes as you lean in for the next play
Hoping one day your mouth can udder the words
Check mate
The intense air falls like a blanket of smoke in a gentlemen's club
As one piece is moved one after another slowly, but ever so gracefully
Too bad this isn't Alice in Wonderland or a trip to never never land with Peter Pan
A life size pause in time, but this is no dream or nursery rhyme
Making your move with sweat on your brow
You can hear the inhale and exhale of every stress and thought
The squeak your shoe makes as you lean in for the next play
Hoping one day your mouth can udder the words
Check mate
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Change
The heaviness of emotion weighing on your chest as the thoughts of change cross your mind
The reality of moving on into a new flow, a new vibe, moving back home
The memories made that are engraved into my brain, soul and heart
The uncertainty of what the future holds as suitcases are zipped up
The feeling of being afraid like a cowardly lion
The passion that could shake the ground if you only tapped into it
The hope that somehow someway something I do will make a difference
The sore feet I have from walking out my anxiety, 3 hours later and it still plagues me
The deep longing for someone special to love and love me in return
The excitement of seeing my loved ones for the first time in a year
The emotion and thoughts spent wishing some things had happened differently
The understanding that I don't always have to understand why
The songs written and sung as a journey of love is expressed
The goodbyes that will be said and I leave on a jet plane
This is what I call Change...
The reality of moving on into a new flow, a new vibe, moving back home
The memories made that are engraved into my brain, soul and heart
The uncertainty of what the future holds as suitcases are zipped up
The feeling of being afraid like a cowardly lion
The passion that could shake the ground if you only tapped into it
The hope that somehow someway something I do will make a difference
The sore feet I have from walking out my anxiety, 3 hours later and it still plagues me
The deep longing for someone special to love and love me in return
The excitement of seeing my loved ones for the first time in a year
The emotion and thoughts spent wishing some things had happened differently
The understanding that I don't always have to understand why
The songs written and sung as a journey of love is expressed
The goodbyes that will be said and I leave on a jet plane
This is what I call Change...
Monday, November 15, 2010
something different
I usually post poetry or lyrics, but not today
I've lost my voice for the first time in my life today. It's a hard time for me. It's G-d first and then it's singing for me. I can't tell you how much I love to sing in words... I would never be able to explain it. I've always told G-d that if he took away my voice I would pursue Him and love Him as if nothing had changed. That is being challenged today. It breaks my heart being unable to sing. I know this is only temporary due to being sick, but imagine if it was gone forever... What would I do with my life? I plan to sing forever and make a career out of it. With my voice gone I feel like I'm lost. Tears come to easily at the thought of not singing. I have to remind myself that it's just because of the meds I'm on and it won't last... but it just got me thinking...
Just needed to spill some thought and try something different .
I've lost my voice for the first time in my life today. It's a hard time for me. It's G-d first and then it's singing for me. I can't tell you how much I love to sing in words... I would never be able to explain it. I've always told G-d that if he took away my voice I would pursue Him and love Him as if nothing had changed. That is being challenged today. It breaks my heart being unable to sing. I know this is only temporary due to being sick, but imagine if it was gone forever... What would I do with my life? I plan to sing forever and make a career out of it. With my voice gone I feel like I'm lost. Tears come to easily at the thought of not singing. I have to remind myself that it's just because of the meds I'm on and it won't last... but it just got me thinking...
Just needed to spill some thought and try something different .
Thursday, November 4, 2010
The Object is Piano
It all started with a piano
A cigarette burn on the middle C key
One thought that triggered a typhoon of emotion
Wooden, big and beautiful
It's been out of tune since I was little
Man things back then were simple
No drama or family secrets pulling us apart
I had not experienced a broken heart
I guess we all have skeletons in our closets
It's a mighty selfish act if you think about it
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
So many years since all that happened
I was shocked when putting pen to paper
It took me somewhere unexpected
Trying to keep my tears on lock down
Man it's near impossible
The things people keep hidden
When exposed is something most can't handle
Or maybe I'm just talking to myself
I guess we all have skeletons in our closets
It's a mighty selfish act if you think about it
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
A cigarette burn on the middle C key
One thought that triggered a typhoon of emotion
Wooden, big and beautiful
It's been out of tune since I was little
Man things back then were simple
No drama or family secrets pulling us apart
I had not experienced a broken heart
I guess we all have skeletons in our closets
It's a mighty selfish act if you think about it
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
So many years since all that happened
I was shocked when putting pen to paper
It took me somewhere unexpected
Trying to keep my tears on lock down
Man it's near impossible
The things people keep hidden
When exposed is something most can't handle
Or maybe I'm just talking to myself
I guess we all have skeletons in our closets
It's a mighty selfish act if you think about it
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Who's left with the mess when you leave?
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Key
Dreams are like the paints of an artist
The world is your canvas
Believing that anything can happen
Turns your dreams into a masterpiece
Into reality
Keep on dreaming
The closed door in front doesn't always mean stop
When you've been given the key to unlock it
Stop hiding from your potential
You'll discover things you never knew possible
An adventure's awaiting
Keep on dreaming
Dreams are not made to be forgotten
They're dreamt to remind us to live
Never stop creating to make someone else happy
Keep on dreaming
The world is your canvas
Believing that anything can happen
Turns your dreams into a masterpiece
Into reality
Keep on dreaming
The closed door in front doesn't always mean stop
When you've been given the key to unlock it
Stop hiding from your potential
You'll discover things you never knew possible
An adventure's awaiting
Keep on dreaming
Dreams are not made to be forgotten
They're dreamt to remind us to live
Never stop creating to make someone else happy
Keep on dreaming
Saturday, October 9, 2010
The Line
Where do we draw the line?
Oh please tell me when
Between what's wrong and right
Oh tell me darlin'
We've got kids killing themselves
Because they aren't accepted
Who decided what was acceptable?
People living out on the streets
I don't call that much of a livin'
It's time we did something
Where do we draw the line?
Oh please tell me when
Between what's wrong and right
Oh tell me darlin'
Everywhere you look sex sales
What about the little girl enslaved and trafficked
She might not make it another week
You can ask people for their number one dream
They want world peace, but honestly
When's the last time they did something?
Where do we draw the line?
Oh please tell me when
Between what's wrong and right
Oh tell me darlin'
Tired of injustice, I'm doing what one person can
I'm raising my voice, raising hell to see this end
This is where we draw the line
Oh let me tell you, let me tell you
It's past time for this to end
How about making love the new epidemic
Oh please tell me when
Between what's wrong and right
Oh tell me darlin'
We've got kids killing themselves
Because they aren't accepted
Who decided what was acceptable?
People living out on the streets
I don't call that much of a livin'
It's time we did something
Where do we draw the line?
Oh please tell me when
Between what's wrong and right
Oh tell me darlin'
Everywhere you look sex sales
What about the little girl enslaved and trafficked
She might not make it another week
You can ask people for their number one dream
They want world peace, but honestly
When's the last time they did something?
Where do we draw the line?
Oh please tell me when
Between what's wrong and right
Oh tell me darlin'
Tired of injustice, I'm doing what one person can
I'm raising my voice, raising hell to see this end
This is where we draw the line
Oh let me tell you, let me tell you
It's past time for this to end
How about making love the new epidemic
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Broken Record
I just need to close my eyes
Take the time to dream again
Telling myself it's ok
That we don't always know the way
Why must I try to
Why must I try to understand
I just need to try n' relax
Take the time to breathe again
Telling myself it's ok
That we don't always know the way
The weather outside is sunny
But inside my head is foggy
Thinking about life and love
A misty rain is falling
My heart is calling
For you to show me love
Why must I try to
Why must I try to understand
Take the time to dream again
Telling myself it's ok
That we don't always know the way
Why must I try to
Why must I try to understand
I just need to try n' relax
Take the time to breathe again
Telling myself it's ok
That we don't always know the way
The weather outside is sunny
But inside my head is foggy
Thinking about life and love
A misty rain is falling
My heart is calling
For you to show me love
Why must I try to
Why must I try to understand
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Unexpected
I thought things would be one way
Had it all planned out
Figured it just wasn't my time
The turn of events = a bit of surprise
It was unexpected
It's funny how when you let things go
G-d just takes them and makes them His own
With the desires of your heart in mind
Seems things simply work out in His time
I thought things would be one way
I had it all planned out
figured it just wasn't my time
The turn of events = a bit of surprise
It was unexpected
Had it all planned out
Figured it just wasn't my time
The turn of events = a bit of surprise
It was unexpected
It's funny how when you let things go
G-d just takes them and makes them His own
With the desires of your heart in mind
Seems things simply work out in His time
I thought things would be one way
I had it all planned out
figured it just wasn't my time
The turn of events = a bit of surprise
It was unexpected
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Spilling Donkeys
Tipsy serendipity
Walking around in a prison cell
With a smile on
Everything exposed is an authentic facade
Conductivity is at a low
Loosely holing on tight
Not letting go of what should be free
Speaking opinions not all my own
Shut up and speak up
Find peace not war no need to fight
Listening to silence
the rhythm you hear is one noise cannot
who you are remains a mystery
confused and contradictory
discombobulated self
spilling from your mouth
Walking around in a prison cell
With a smile on
Everything exposed is an authentic facade
Conductivity is at a low
Loosely holing on tight
Not letting go of what should be free
Speaking opinions not all my own
Shut up and speak up
Find peace not war no need to fight
Listening to silence
the rhythm you hear is one noise cannot
who you are remains a mystery
confused and contradictory
discombobulated self
spilling from your mouth
Monday, September 6, 2010
Three til Tennessee
It is exactly three months until I return home...
"I will hold my home so dear
Here in Tennessee"
- Paper Route
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Dear Pops
Today is Australia's Father's Day. I wanted to post something special, even though in America it isn't our Father's Day. I love you Pops...
Thinking back to when I was a little girl
I used to be Daddy's
I wanted to be just like him
Hoping he'd let me mow the lawn
Working on cars out by the garage
His 68' firebird
Using our mattresses to build forts
The times we had headband wars
I am a women now not the same little girl anymore
I've moved away out on my own into the world
One day I'll be getting married and you'll walk me down the isle
Giving me away will be a bittersweet day
But Daddy I'll always be your baby
Even without saying it
I know you love me, I know you love me
Once I started growing it was hard to cope
I wanted to write you a song to let you know
No matter the rough times we've had
That's all in the past
I'll hold on to the beautiful times
And how to taught me to live for Christ
I am a women now not the same little girl anymore
I've moved away out on my own into the world
One day I'll be getting married and you'll walk me down the isle
Giving me away will be a bittersweet day
But Daddy I'll always be your baby
Thinking back to when I was a little girl
I used to be Daddy's
I wanted to be just like him
Hoping he'd let me mow the lawn
Working on cars out by the garage
His 68' firebird
Using our mattresses to build forts
The times we had headband wars
I am a women now not the same little girl anymore
I've moved away out on my own into the world
One day I'll be getting married and you'll walk me down the isle
Giving me away will be a bittersweet day
But Daddy I'll always be your baby
Even without saying it
I know you love me, I know you love me
Once I started growing it was hard to cope
I wanted to write you a song to let you know
No matter the rough times we've had
That's all in the past
I'll hold on to the beautiful times
And how to taught me to live for Christ
I am a women now not the same little girl anymore
I've moved away out on my own into the world
One day I'll be getting married and you'll walk me down the isle
Giving me away will be a bittersweet day
But Daddy I'll always be your baby
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Early Morning Thinking...
The feeling of being stuck
Stuck in the same old same old
Not budging an inch from where I've been
Being caught in a never ending maze
One missing an exit sign or and hope of changing the design
No hope of jumping fences this time
Maybe if I concentrate really hard on the dreams unseen
This maze will turn into a field of poppies
A place full of imagination no boundaries or routine
This repetitive drum beat rhythm that's beating
Will start to get a little funky and groovey
Not the typical ba bump ba bump bump
But a little scatting speedia be bop deedle lee do bop
As you dream being stuck isn't as it seems
Breaks out and away from reality
It opens up possibilities
I guess I'm not stuck after all
I thought I was losing it
But I've got it under control
Stuck in the same old same old
Not budging an inch from where I've been
Being caught in a never ending maze
One missing an exit sign or and hope of changing the design
No hope of jumping fences this time
Maybe if I concentrate really hard on the dreams unseen
This maze will turn into a field of poppies
A place full of imagination no boundaries or routine
This repetitive drum beat rhythm that's beating
Will start to get a little funky and groovey
Not the typical ba bump ba bump bump
But a little scatting speedia be bop deedle lee do bop
As you dream being stuck isn't as it seems
Breaks out and away from reality
It opens up possibilities
I guess I'm not stuck after all
I thought I was losing it
But I've got it under control
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