Spanish Lullabies…

I have lived a sheltered life……

I have come to realise…..my sanctuary is the world I create around me……

Safe……

Almost Lover ~ A Fine Frenzy

Sweetest Sadness
Crowded Streets

“Your fingertips across my skin
The palm trees swaying in the wind
Images”

It is a self-preservation thing…….

“You sang me Spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
Clever trick”

A defense mechanism…….

“We walked along a crowded street
You took my hand and danced with me
Images”

Vulnerable?……. I don’t remember the last time I let that feeling get anywhere near my postcode……

“And when you left you kissed my lips
You told me you would never let forget these images, no”

What I know is for me to keep…………what I gave was mine to forget…….

Improvise?…………..what do they say to the marines? You adapt. You overcome. You improvise.

“I cannot go to the ocean
I cannot drive the streets at night
I cannot wake up in the morning
Without you on my mind
So you’re gone and I’m haunted
And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy
To walk right in and out of my life?”

It does not take long to change from being the hunted to the hunter………..

This is my territory…….my fortress……my home…..

These are the walls I build…….

And I don’t test the water…….

No game plan…..no strategy……

“Goodbye, my almost lover
Goodbye, my hopeless dream
I’m trying not to think about you
Can’t you just let me be?
So long, my luckless romance
My back is turned on you
Should’ve known you’d bring me heartache
Almost lovers always do”

This is my world……..

“I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you’d want the same for me”

My Sanctuary………

La Traviata

I had forgotten….

Forgotten how much I missed walking…..

Forgotten what it felt like when you hear the rain drops fall hard……

Forgotten the smell of earth just after the first showers…….

Forgotten how much I loved it all…….

Preludio al Acto III de “La Traviata”  ~ de Verdi

There are no lyrics today……. just  this piece from Verdi…..

A Pure classic……and the image it conjures……..

I remember how I always walk away from confrontation…….just leave before a fight or an argument is about to go off……

For the first few minutes I have walked out of the door……I don’t really know where I am going……..

It is not an act of cowardice …..

It takes a lot of strength not to utter the words of spite…… words you wish you could take back

It takes a lot to not have the last say……..

It takes a lot more to simply walk away……..

I remember clearly all the times I have walked out….

No one ever came after me……

Come to think of it……..I wouldnt have had it any other way……

I would have never wanted some one to come after me……….because there is nothing anyone would’ve said or done that would have changed my mind…..

The truth is the moment  my hand reaches out towards the door is the very moment I have made up my mind……..

It is the moment I’ve dropped all my cards…..

The moment I forsee the beginning of an end……

I have never seen this act played out……

But every time this song plays…..I close my eyes and imagine…….

Crescendo
Crescendo

A cold dark night………dimly lit streets……

A shadow of a figure…….walking in the backdrop………

Just like the old black and white movies……..

It is a lady……and she is wearing a long black coat……with the collars turned up…..

She walks hurriedly……..her shoulders piercing the blowing wind….

And for a moment She stops……

As if approaching an invisible door…..she hesitates……

Almost if she went through that door……she knows there will be no turning back…….

As she takes those slow and final steps towards the invisible door…..

She tells herself ……..”This is the point of no return……..”

Woe Unto Thee…

Haven’t really been typing much these days…..

Can you?
Can you?

Who is it? ~ Michael Jackson….

Probably one of the most underrated songs by him…….

I am not the one to be dazzled by cheesy music videos…..

but this one……gets my vote….

Appropriate Music Video is sooo appropriate in this case…..

*****Perfect*****

I have a box of old tapes from the 80’s to the early 90’s….

My precious inheritance from my aunts and uncles……

“I Gave Her Money
I Gave Her Time
I Gave Her Everything
Inside One Heart Could Find
I Gave Her Passion
My Very Soul
I Gave Her Promises
And Secrets So Untold”

I always wonder what drives men to write  songs about women…..especially the ones who left them…….

Here I am 5 and 20…… and I still don’t get human relationships…..the ones that involve 2 people……..

“I Am The Damned
I Am The Dead
I Am The Agony Inside
The Dying Head
This Is Injustice
Woe Unto Thee
I Pray This Punishment
Would Have Mercy On Me”

Being the female of my species……I consider myself adequately qualified to give a “Woman’s” perspective on the matter’s of the heart….

“It Seems That She Has Left Me
For Such Reasons Unexplained
I Need To Find The Truth
But See What Will I Do!”

I have to be honest…….when it comes to martian’s (Context: Men are from Mar’s?!!!) I am like an accountant attempting an open heart surgery…..

“And It Doesn’t Seem To Matter
And It Doesn’t Seem Right
‘Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don’t You Judge Of My Composure
‘Cause I’m Lying To Myself
And The Reason Why She Left Me
Did She Find In Someone Else?”

What does the term all out mean in their dictionary? How much does all out equate to in their books?

How do they grieve?

“And It Doesn’t Seem To Matter
And It Doesn’t Seem Right
‘Cause The Will Has Brought
No Fortune
Still I Cry Alone At Night
Don’t You Judge Of My Composure
‘Cause I’m Bothered Everyday
And She Didn’t Leave A Letter
She Just Up And Ran Away”

What drove this man to write this song? or any other man for that matter……men who started wars…….men who took the lives of other men…..others who took their own……..men who drove thousands of miles…..men who walked thousands of miles…….men who flew over oceans…..men who built magnificent tombs…….men who wrote profound poetry……..men who wrote books……all because of a “Woman”

“(Who Is It?)
It is A Friend Of Mine
(Who Is It?)
Is It My Brother?
(Who Is It?)
Somebody Hurt My Soul, Now
(Who Is It?)
I Can’t Take It ‘Cause I’m Lonely”

I have read about beautiful unicorns and fire-breathing dragons……..

What do they say about…..seeing is believing?

Slightest bit confused?

Welcome to the momentary memory loss program…

Stay Away ~ The Honorary Title

What do I NOT like about this song? Nothing….

Far Less Obvious
Far less obvious?

Sometimes it is hard not to let your hidden evil side win…..

“No, I can’t dance less it’s slow or sad
To a song that’s far less obvious
If you’re using me, do it slowly
Make it last until I have to go”

But what you cannot do is destroy everything that stands in front of you while you struggle with the Good and the EVIL!

(PREACH!)

Stay away from me, stay away from me… now”

Obvious? Me?

(MAD, Much?)

Right! I don’t know much……but I know enough when to cut my losses and move on……(you think?!!)

Just when you think you know everything?

“No, I can’t dance ‘less it’s slow or sad (did you notice?)
To a song that’s far less obvious (did you notice?)
If your using me, do it slowly (did you notice?)
Make it last until I have to go (did you notice that i…?)”

Notice Much?

Comfortable…

Just Hold Me ~Maria Mena

Still care
You would know

There are simple truths in my world which I know like the back of my hand…..

Simple truths…..

No one else can see…

The visions in my head like vivid canvases…

“Comfortable as I am”

Peace found me in turmoil…..

The mystery of me was a riddle solved…..

Alas I play with words….

I wish I did not…..

Fail the words I once named…..

Fail the one memory I held dear….

“I wish it didn’t matter”

Forever is just but a word

The word did turn into eternity……

“But if I wanted silence
I would whisper
And if I wanted loneliness
I’d choose to go
And if I liked rejection
I’d audition”

I broke what was not mine…… but why did I lose what I had not?

“And how come it is so hard?”

I gave what was not mine to keep……..

“And why do I still care?”

“Care”…..the blasted word…..the cursed misery……that inherently became mine….

“Poor little misunderstood baby
No one likes a sad face
But I can’t remember life”

I can’t remember life…….

“I think I did have good days……

I think I did have good days….”

Ashes and Wine….

Tuk Tuk
Ashes & Wine?

Fear,

Ashes & Wine~ A Fine Frenzy

“All the same I don’t want mudslinging games”

I should know better than to pick the shards of a beautiful broken dream…

“This days are spinning circus on a wheel”

Feigned the bravenessI

Cowardice- I am thine, Sir today.

“And I’ll tear myself away”

As my incoherent words……work with my conflicting thoughts……

I beg, don’t ask me what I own no answers to…….

“So if it is that is what you need, there is nothing left to say”

“Is there a chance you may change your mind”

Or are we ashes and wine?”

The day’s still ashes and wine……………………

The Blower’s Daughter…

I have wondered often why people say “All good things come to an end”……..do good things really come to an end?

I guess it is a rhetorical question…..I should know…..

Bound
The Pupil in denial....

The Blower’s Daughter ~ Damien Rice

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time”

48 Hours later…..

I have 2 weeks worth of memories ……which now seem surreal…..

48 Hours later…..

I wake up to what seems like a cold, empty and incomplete existence…

48 Hours later……

I know I have to pick up once again and walk on until…..”the next time”

“And so it is
The shorter story
No love, no glory
No hero in her sky”

Maybe in days to come I will sit down …..and find each of these precious moments to put down……

or Maybe I will do what I do best……once again lock them away and throw away the keys cause it hurts too much to remember…….

Maybe…..

“And so it is
Just like you said it should be
We’ll both forget the breeze
Most of the time”

But the irony is I set out to find answers……..only to be left with questions that I dare not ask myself……

Naively……I assumed…that the answers I seek…….will mysteriously unravel themselves……

Looking back …..in a real long time…..I wonder……. “What if”

“And so it is
The colder water
The blower’s daughter
The pupil in denial”

And so it is
Just like you said it would be
Life goes easy on me
Most of the time

New Terrain…

Not as we
Not As We

Sometimes you stand at the cross roads……

Your first step towards the next phase…..your shaky but new step……

Not as we ~ Alanis Morissette

I am walking in to the doors of familiarity…… though familiar it is dauntingly unnerving……

“We’re born  and shivering
Spat out on new terrain”

I am walking from my little world of structure & chaos towards a forgotten world of  unsettling tranquility & locked away emotions…..

“Unsure, unconvincing
This faint & shaky hour”

The return to the roots of sanity…..maybe too much sanity….

Overwhelmed with the sense of the unfamiliar………and the unknown…..

“Gun-shy and quivering
Tear it without a hand”

The soil of my identity becomes the unfamiliar grounds of my past……only too familiar……

The who I have become is a callous shell covering the who I have been…..

“Feign brave but still intent
Little and hardly here”

Here I am a stranger among strangers…….only but a known stranger….

“Day one” —————————————— “Start over again”

It is the starting over……..

“Step one” —————————————–“I’m barely making sense”

Not much making sense……

“From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I
And not as we”

Soon I will be walking into the pages of my memories…….walking in to the known unknown……….

The familiar grounds of unfamiliarity………..

Language is leaving….

No More “I Love You’s” ~ Annie Lennox

Love Lennox’s kookiness………

“I used to be a lunatic from the gracious days”

I know there is a method to madness…….

I wanted to write about my so-called “Quarter life crises” that has become a second nature to me these past few days…..all the raging and ravings…….

Normal they say……

Is it?

“I don’t find myself bouncing home
Whistling buttonhole tunes to make me cry

Honestly for me it’s not the “Single”, “Young” or “Not Young”, “Successful”, “Chasing”, “Dreams”, that bothers me…..

“No one ever speaks about the monsters”

What I struggle with mostly is, are words like “Integrity”, “Superficial”, “Gentleness”, “Righteousness”, “Forgiveness”  throw in a few more “nessess”……

It is about the “Attitude Transplant” I am going through……

“So many monsters”

The inner demons…..

Camden
Changes are shifting...

It looks to me like the human finally traded the heart to become the “TIN”

“No more i love you’s

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The language is leaving me

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No more i love you’s

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The language is leaving me in silence

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No more i love you’s ……Changes are shifting outside the words”

Been awhile….

Go away
Can't remember

I guess am back….after a brief hiatus….

All the “Need to find myself” and moping around I have done lately….I have nothing to show for it…..

I am back where I started…..as lost as possible…..

Nothing interests me these days … music, people, books, food, kindness….

It is the mediocrity thats stamped all over my life…..

It is like being in therapy with no intention to recover, or be better…

I guess am looking for an intervention….. not at a spiritual level….but at a very basic…..human level……

It’s Been Awhile ~ Staind

A classic, what else is there to say about this song…other than pure classic……

Identity,,,,,

“And everything I can’t remember
As f**ked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I’ve rendered
I’ve stretched myself beyond my means”

It is amazing how days go by….. then you become a stranger to yourself…….

Like sleep walking through your life…..

Being on auto-pilot……

“Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day”

Living is an art …and I wish I were an artist…

“And it’s been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high”