Tag: Sting

Left Unsaid..

I know this is a crappy picture I just wish the light was a better  for me to capture the pretty little Cottage with a Yellow door….

Today I went over all my favorite Rod Stewart, Sting, Air Supply songs to kinda get the right one…..

Simply Red got the vote and the band was not even on the bloody list…

I guess what I am trying to say is….I have moments when I say or do the most irrational things, things that are ludicrous…(doesn’t add to my street cred now does it?)……and this is one of them…..

So Not Over You ~ Simply Red

There are Coincidences and then there are “The Coincidences”

(Care to Explain?)

I don’t think I can…..but I will try

“The emptiness when you were gone kept ringing in my head
Told myself I really had to move along now
Stop regretting all the things I left unsaid,”

Dont quote me on this, but I did not have to go half way around the world to find out….what I always knew….

Like a fingerprint the truth cannot be altered or erased…

“So I tore up your letters
Took your picture off my wall
I deleted your number, it was too hard not to call”

It is in the very fabric of existence……

I play it off by saying “It’s just a phase and will soon fade away” (And God knows I wish this was true)

“Felt a little better, told myself I’d be fine
Got to live for the good times up ahead,”

But you see it always catches up ……

All that resolution crumbles at a  sight or a sound….

Restraint falls to pieces over a stupid love song….

“All my friends try to tell me better find somebody new
Why waste time being lonely when there’s nothing left to lose’“

They said Time is a healer, but they weren’t wounds that needed healing…..

They were memories…..

“Anything to get you out of my mind
I’m a fool if I thought I could forget
And I could not forget”

Before you know it you are washed away by the flowing tide and you let yourself drown….

No signal fires, no safety nets…

For all the cautious tales, and the warnings bells….you left them behind….

When I think about it, rationale is not my problem……

It is easier to forget…..but let me tell you how difficult it is – to not remember….

“Cos everywhere I go
There’s a love song that reminds me of you
And even though I knew I had to be strong
I was still not over you
‘Cos I still believe and I could see how there’s nothing left of you and me
That time is over
‘Cos I’m so not over you”

Told you once..

Roxanne~ The Police

What a legend of a song, right?

I am always accused for being too honest with others about myself…..

And that I should have a red light that needs to go off every time I utter something outrageous about myself….

“Dont sell yourself short” those are the words I have heard a million times over…

“you don’t care if it’s wrong or if it’s right”

Many a times that red light’s does go off in my head….

Asking me to stop making myself  look ridiculous and scare strangers off…..and I have stopped from making the Oh most obvious mistakes….but why should I?

Are my thoughts to be screened and words less explicit?

Is being opinionated a curse of the post modern woman of my generation?

Does it come with the territory?

Or should I replace the mental make up with a more superficial one?

“I loved you since I knew you
I wouldn’t talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I won’t share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
so put away your makeup
told you once I won’t tell you again
it’s a bad way”

Memory of it fades….

The Game…..

Shape ~ Sugarbabes Feat Sting

Ok the original is far more beautiful than this……

Sting kills it in his own awesome way…..

Clarity

I can sit through hours just to finish a piece of work…….

But I cannot be alone for a minute with these voices in my head……

I cannot make peace with the tumultuous awakenings…

“I’ve always played it safe nothing’s ever safe
Give me the courage to back my own convictions
Every decision I make I pay it back and more”

I am too tired to wave the white flag…..

Too tired to make that mental space…..

Space within this emotional clutter….

A breathing space…..

“Now turn the cards and let them fall to me
Cos I don’t need to play on with the hand that they have given me
I’ll give it back cos it’s not the way it has to be”

Dreams invaded by unsolved mysteries…..

Like messages in a bottle…..

Reach out and watch them fade……

Like waves crashing close a moment….but disappear the next…..

“And you can easily gamble your life away
Second after second
And day by day
You play the game or you walk away
It’s a new turn on a blue day
And a cool deal of life for me
And it’s all good”

On my knees I pray to find salvation…..

Asleep I pray for peace…..

Awake I pray for uninterrupted sleep….

Clubs are the weapons of war....
Swords of a soldier....

“I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier,
I know that the clubs are weapons of war,
I know that diamonds mean money for this art,
But that’s not the shape of my heart”