Breathing

she had something in her hand
she didn't understand...what i was thinking
the rain kept pouring down
people all around...and she was sinking

there were candles all around
and i could hear the quiet sounds, of a mother
water dripping down my back
the sky was turning black, like a feather

strokes upon my arm
from a feather soft and warm, beneath me
there is where i find
that thing they say is mine, in the center, breathing
4 27 2008

This is Great! My mom and I were talking on the phone as we usually do...and she was talking about my Sister's Latte, apparently when my sister had taken a sip of her latte it was MUCH too sweet and the words my mother used were: that it was so sweet
she felt the sugar clung and wrapped around her tongue.
It was a Great Line...the visual of sugar clinging and wrapping around your tongue. The very thought of that inspired this song.
Funny how something so 'every day' the things people say, the way they describe experiences can trigger the surfacing of our own all with something Unrelated.

3 Pennies

You're every emotion, of a jigsaw dream
6 wheels in motion, your engines all scream.

You're pieces of leather, and hands full of lace
you're words of a wish, like wind in my face.

You sit in my room, and walk to the moon
can't cry to your mother, she left you too soon.

Beat On My Drum. Pound On My Brain.
I'll give you Thunder, if you bring me some Rain.

I cannot stand, anymore of your pain
Give me 3 wishes, I'll whisper your name.
9.25.1995

This was a song, many years ago...perhaps one day I'll revive it again, give it some life, a voice.
At the time I wrote this song, I was living in Minneapolis, in a lil apartment. One of my closest friends (at that moment in time) was a disturbed man by the name of Chris. I say "Disturbed" Because of the Chemical Imbalance that Bipolar brings to those of us who have such a gift. With Chris, he was like a feather in the wind, wherever it blew..mud, rain, sun...he went. By my Side and far away, one day there was forgiveness, the next there was distance and hostility. This was Before I understood all the beauty of bipolar and the Chaos as well...looking back, he was like a jigsaw puzzle, I just couldn't understand the moods, even though I lived them myself...it was unfamiliar to me. As the song states...I can not stand any more of your pain...give me 3 wishes, I'll whisper your name...
I believe we have the power to 'exclude' those things in our lives, which we have no more use for. They come....they go, we learn.
Whispering your name as a wish, is a beautiful release...and goodbye.

Pretty Stars and Talk to the Moon

Pretty Stars
2005

why you fallin in love with a girl that's gone
she puts her face against your lips, then she's gone
why you givin it all to the stars when you know they fall
you put your hands in her hair, you know you're gonna have it all

and there you are
fallin
in
love
fallin in love with the pretty stars
you know better she'll be gone
and there you are

why when you kiss her mouth
stars fall from the sky
put your thoughts all in her head
words fall from her eyes

*** Written when I re-joined Second Life in 2005. The New Wonder of the Virtual Community had me in awe...I was caught up in the Flying from place to place, the beautiful stars, the amazing conversations on old rooftops with old friends...it's a virtual world...don't fall in love with it...it goes away when you log off...
but there is a certain beauty in the innocence of new experiences, we often have those memories forever, and they usually end up just that...only memories***

All songs are truly left up to the listeners interpretation...remember, everything is So very Symbolic!

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TALK TO THE MOON
June 3 2008


I used to pretend that i could... talk to the moon
i'de whisper deep in the night...from my mamas room
and I Can't Feel That Voice Anymore
and I Just Want To Spill Right Out that door....like the Moon

I used to hold his eyes...in the center of my land
walk with the Indian Man, as he Held my Hand
But I can't Feel His Skin, Anymore
And I can't hear his voice, like before...so I talk to the moon

I used to depend on the rain, I would wait all night
to see that black sky break....to feel that light
and I can't find my way anymore....
and every Breath I take, just spills to the floor....i talk to the moon...how i feel you
...
I used to fall asleep, to my mamas songs
sing about the girl in the moon, how life had done her wrong
But I can't Find that Dress that she wore
and she keeps leavin her old shoes by my door...she misses the moon

i used to watch him paint, colors filled the room
and i would watch him play that guitar under the moon
but I can't Feel the Way I once did
Wrap me up in my papa's soul, like when I was a kid...
..and I can't see that light in this room
cuz i can't feel that Prayer comin thru....I"ll talk to the moon
that's how i feel you

My Mother, Her father *my papa Jule* both musicians, artists writers. My Papa Jule passed away from Alzheimers...I miss him dearly. Looking at the full moon reminds me of him, reminds me of everything I am. My papa Jule painted, he played all kinds of instruments, we would all sing til the later hours of the night when I was a kid.
I can't feel his hand in mine anymore.
When I was a little girl, my mother would sing to me as I dozed off in hte backseat of the car while we were traveling here or there,
"Poor Little Moon Girl.....' and the words would always change just a little...but she had no shoes to wear, I would wonder why she had no shoes....
Things come in songs, lyrics...symbols, they just come out of nowhere, and after I wrote this....
it was looking back that I realized it had deep roots in my family.