To my inspiration:

I met a politician, charismatic to a 't'
I remember our meeting, what a mistake it would be
I said "Hello Mr. Politician", as we shook hands
From that meeting, I thought you were an upstanding man
You had a knife in the left, so you shook with your right
Your speech as contrasting as the day and the night
You stepped up to the podium to make your speech
And won over your audience, no one could compete
You campaigned for two parties, the naive and the blind
You kept your campaigning secret, I would soon come to find
I said "Mr. Politician, which party are you loyal"
You said "You, my patriot, the other's a decoy so..."
You said "I'm not committed to the other party, we have no future",
Sounded like dishonesty
Your audience would roar with applause and cheers
Knowing inside you were deceiving their ears
But I would forgive you, Mr. Politician, for your faults
Though your pitch for my trust would become for naught
You start your days with a plan to remain amiss
And end your nights with the kiss of Judas
And here I stand, feeling like a fool
No one to blame but me, your muse, your tool
I turned on my radio, only to hear 'Rolling in the Deep', punctuated with my tear
"We could've had it all
Rolling in the deep
You had my heart inside of your hands
But you played it, played it, played it, played it to the beat"
So Mr. Politician, I assure you
I won't tell the other party about the other you
So I'll kindly retract the ballot I casted
And pray for your heart, that you'll  unmask it

Classifieds

She's so intuitive,
so it will be hard to hide,
those things deep inside,
that are hidden out in the open to her eyes.

She's so strong,
can lift a lifetime of heaviness,
could climb mount Everest,
can contend in a fight with the very best.

She's so patient,
she won't hurry you along,
keeps her peace even if you're wrong,
cuz she knows recognition won't be long.

She wants to save the world,
take peace over diamonds and pearls,
spend her life giving freely to 3rd worlds,
teach the value of self to young girls.

She wears her heart on her sleeve,
sometimes it can easily bleed,
but still first she believes,
the very best of people's deeds.

She desires to make a home,
a little piece of heaven on earth,
a place where love grows on fertile turf,
and to house all the futures she'll birth.

She can't be bought with words that are spoken,
but watches carefully at every move,
cuz every move gives her a clue,
of what she has to look forward to.

She can't be placed in a category,
her love is beautiful,
body and soul she is marvelous,
she's a garden fountain full of life,
she's mature like a fine Merlot,
she's humble in the fear of the Lord,
she can't be captured in a still photo,
she can't be captured in a brief description,
She can't be captured in your classified ad.

La-La Land

Am I living in a fan-ta-sy world,
to believe that I'm the on-ly girl,
to catch-your-eye in the middle of the room and from then on you have eyes just-for-me.

Am I living in a fan-ta-sy world,
with fan-cy flo-wers that all-look-the-same,
but there's one that holds your high-est esteem, me,
oh am i dreaming, un-realistic-ly.

What would you want if you could make me o-va?
I'm cu-rious, go-head and take your or-der.
Don't mind-me, it's just the thoughts I-think,
some crazy in-se-curi-ty.

Am I living in a fan-ta-sy world,
where my hair can-be-straight or curled,
but it's-just the fact I have hair-on-my-head,
that I could be accepted instead.

Am I living in a fan-ta-sy world,
to wish that ano-ther girl,
won't give-you-a-rush in the way-that-I-do,
make you won-der if you're mi-ssing-out,
or plant-the-seed of un-plea-sant doubt.

What would you want if you could make me o-va?
I'm cu-rious, go-head and take your or-der.
Don't mind-me, its just the thoughts I think,
some crazy in-se-curi-ty.

Am I living in a fan-ta-sy world,
where I ne-ver have a hair out-of-place,
no ble-mi-shes on my face,
my jeans fit-on-my-waist.
O-o-oh the time-I-waste with this crazy in-se-curi-ty.

But what if I had big boo-bies,
a sex-y figure with long-flowing-hair,
a slim nose and pretty-painted-toes,
arched brows and a ko-dak smile,
hair-less legs that stretch for-days,
slan-ted eyes or any o-ther size,
that aren't as-big as-the moon out-side.
I'm just grateful that I-can-see,
but, what do you see when-you look at-me?

I paint this world where to-each-his-own,
planted flow-ers ne-ver die,
and time-slows-down- for every second-that-goes by.

I painted this world where it's just you-and-I.
Shar-ing kisses un-der mid-night skies.
There's no worries a-bout the things I can't con-trol,
where-I-accept my beauty for my-own,
and accept my in-ner on the outside too.

I am living in a fan-ta-sy world.
Please wake-me-up from this fan-ta-sy world.
I am living in a fan-ta-sy world.
I'm waking -up from this fan-ta-sy world.

Be the best inner you can be...I'm taking my medicine.

Rough Draft

Just a rough draft...kinda feel'n my way around to finish it.

He knows the lines of my frown
He knows the crack of my bones
He knows the freckles on my face
He knows when I abound and abase
He knows what I need beyond what I desire
He can calculate my next move
like playing checkers or a chess move
He know my favorite color
my favorite song that makes my stomach flutter
He dyed the color of my eys
Drew the lines of my smile
Fit my hand for a pen
and stirs my gift up from within
He amazes me constantly
Never rushes me along
because patience is his favorite song
The perfect gentleman I contend
I breathe the air of him
Get lost in daydreams of him
Every heartbeat is for him
.....
You are the warmth of the sun on my skin
You are the rain that makes my flowers bloom
You are the rest I get from work at noon
You are the wind that blows my hair
You are the sweet fragrance of the Spring air...

No Title is Necessary

I come from a musical family. My grandmother sings and plays the piano and she will wipe the floor up with you playing some old hymns. My mom also sang, played the piano and violin (trying to get back into the violin), my oldest brother plays the keys, bass and drums (dabbles in guitar), my second oldest brother plays drums, bass, trombone (used to), acoustic guitar (I'm sure others), and me - well I used to play piano and flute and I really want to get back to playing keys and electric guitar (I have to dust it off) and sing. So I have an appreciation for music and the craft and technique of it. I may not but up on all the popular music of today, but we grew up listening to music folks didn't know about and even to this day (I give a shout out to Dev). I grew up listening to bands like the Imperials and Phil Keaggy etc. (along with other types of music).

I must say there is something atmospheric that happens when the mixture of note chemicals marry. I enjoy and intensely pay attention to bands who play music and make a sound that supersedes this earthly realm. From the beginning of a song to end, it's like taking a ride that accelerates, intensifies, and finally gently drops you off at the whem of your imagination. It's left to your interpretation. My choir sang last Sunday and the band was particularly on point that day! In the lulls of the service (such as during offering time), the band was playing low and created an unrehearsed interlude that was so sweet, a few of us forgot we were in the choir stand. Music isn't something that can be explained or calculated. It's only something that can be experienced. When I listen to a good band, I feel like I have had an experience. Instruments are all about complementing each other and not competing against. Someone may not have the gift of singing but can sing through their guitar. Or someone else may not have the anointing to be a preacher, but they can testify from within them and translate it using the keys.
Music was meant to be a euphoric phenomenon. I'm talking about your extremities being detached from your analytical mind and moving on their own. I'm talking about an invisible power. So powerful that David (a musician;Psalms) was summoned by King Saul to play his harp for him to bring relief from evil spirits tormenting him. Not to mention all the other instances of instruments being used in powerful and unusual ways. If you are going to play an instrument, perfect your craft! Psalm 33:3 tells us to "...play skillfully...". This is my ode to music and the people who authentically play it:

Gallop the cadences of your heartbeat

Sing your notes all the way to heavens door

Strum the song a pen can't write

Blow the wind of life from within

Carta Amorosa

To: the one I'm in love with,
you know who you are.
Just look at your hands,
you're the one with the scars.
It's your little girl take'n a moment to release,
these butterflies in my stomach,
'cause the fluttering won't cease.
Infact they increase with every heartbeat,
and every beat of my heart they restart and restart.
What kind of love is this,
that has no ups and downs?
I'm just high all the time,
except when distractions are around.
But I gotta shake it off,
get my attention back on you so I don't get lost.
I've gotten past the stage of "Imagine Me",
but now I'm living out the woman I always knew I could be.
I could go on and on 'cause I know you're always listening,
But no words have been discovered to fully express how much you mean to me.