Cinderella

I can take no credit for this piece. It wrote itself. A beautiful flow. Inspired by some lovely piano music. But I guess I'm running with themes of rebirth these days. Not much else to say about it. Just happy with it. :D

"Cinderella"

Dance.
Spin me round the room,
Arms strong and you,
Smiling in my eyes.

Dance.
Never let me fall.
Body heeds the call,
Melding she to you.

But as the music twists and turns,
Moving past the steps we learned,
Will we falter? Will we improvise?

Winding circles in the night,
Pretending there is no daylight.
When midnight chimes who is at my side?

Dance.
Feet above the floor,
Te amo mi amor.
Moments last a day.

Dance.
Only you and me,
Song has set us free.
They'll never catch us now.

But dawn it comes without reprieve,
And songs will stop eventually.
You'll kiss my lips and slowly walk away.

And I'll be left in tattered dress,
Crumpled rose in all the mess.
The dance was fire and so I burned to ash.

(music break?)

Left alone in crowded ball,
I turn and run down empty halls,
Losing shoes, tumbling at his feet.

Dance.
Gently take my hand.
Remind me I can stand.
Spin me round the room.

Choose your own adventure...

Finally I had some time to write!!! Still working on songs. I'm diggin' having a more focused format and finding a voice in lyrics. Though I won't leave my poetry completely, expect some more of that in a week or so. :) I'm fairly pleased with how this piece turned out though it fought me hard. I had the chorus written really fast went through a bunch of iterations and rhyme schemes for the stanzas. Sometimes things flow easy and sometimes you really have to work for the words. I think I really needed to sit down and focus on it. I guess writing all the crappy words allowed me to find the right ones. I loved the "Choose Your Own Adventure" books when I was little and I would always bookmark the "choice" points and if I didn't like the way the path i chose ended up, I would go back and choose another path. And those books were funny because almost every path but one led to a tiger pit or some other horrible death. So how do you pick the right path and how do you know you're on the right one? So that's the inspiration and here is my piece!

"Choose"

Fortune teller read my deck.
Highest joy or epic wreck,
Turn cards to give my fate,
'Cause I don't want to wait. 

Don't need details or master plan.
Just tell me when to play my hand.
What are the moves I'll dance
To strike iron hot on chance?

But if I knew the ending, be it bitter and/or sweet,
Would I still fight battle fierce or hope through certain defeat?

I'll choose my own adventure,
Walk firmly down my path,
But on this journey, no bookmarks, 
No stops and let's go back.
So I march on through twists and turns,
No golden thread to guide,
Mazed and crazed by life's labyrinth, 
Clear voice despite blind eyes.

Which decision turns the page:
Jump left, steer right, abandon, save?
Which is the crucial choice?
What's signal over noise?

What if I ran? What if I stood?
Did what I can not what I should?
Missed love along the way.
Please will I be ok?

But if I knew the ending, be it bitter and/or sweet,
Would I still fight battle fierce or hope through certain defeat?

I'll choose my own adventure,
Walk firmly down my path,
But on this journey, no bookmarks,
No stops, and let's go back.
So I march on through twists and turns,
No golden thread to guide,
Mazed and crazed by life's labyrinth,
Clear voice despite blind eyes.

I'll write my book, can't skip ahead, each chapter in its time.
Won't check the last one for my name to see if I survive.
For every life's a story, though our endings all the same,
Our steps scripting black on white, but grey is human state.
No, I won't ask for answers, take bitter with the sweet,
Fight battle fierce through all the storms and hope long past defeats.

(X2?)
I'll choose my own adventure,
Walk firmly down my path,
But on this journey, no bookmarks, 
No stops and let's go back.
So I march on through twists and turns,
No golden thread to guide,
Mazed and crazed by life's labyrinth, 
Clear voice despite blind eyes.  

Love songs

So I've been debating posting this song for several weeks now. And with this posting I think I will comment more fully than I have previously and then close a chapter of my life. I was unsure about this posting not because the piece is bad. Actually, I quite like it and can already hear the tune to the chorus. I was unsure because it was quite pointed and the most focused towards a single person, using bits and pieces from our relationship that were direct comments between us. (Predominantly, that he'd never been able to write a love song, the inspiration for the piece) And that person may see it as an attack. And I guess it is in a small way, but not offensive, defensive, fighting back to reclaim myself. But I had to post it, because this is what I was feeling, honest, raw, and yes, angry and hurt. Writing this and "Phoenix" were an exorcism of some serious pain that I'm not sure I was suppressing or just wishing I was better then. But when I feel disrespected and lied too, I get angry. I hate it. I'd rather have a miserable truth ten million times over the most well intentioned lie. Because, when trust is broken between two people, it doesn't matter what the lies are, what matters is that the lies happened. Oh the flip side, I do finally see that this breakup had nothing to do with me, and everything to do with him and his damage. I watch him returning to the same old patterns and realize that he doesn't want a real deep connection, one that requires sacrifice, work, and great patience,but gives great payoff, but passing flings in the guise of gf/bf. And I ignored all the warning signs because I was in love and blind and so willing to believe in the best of him. And I was wrong. I don't like being wrong and I feel played for the fool. And yes, there is still a lot of pain there, but there is also closure. There was really only one way for this to end. I miss the best of him because in the start that is what he showed me. I see now that it was a facade, and facades never hold. And the vindictive prideful part of me hopes someday he regrets throwing me away with all his being. It is unlikely though so with this piece, I'm letting this sh*t go. Not saying I'll never write another song or poem on heartbreak, but this is the last one in regards to him. Time to look towards the future. Phoenix hope. (That is so going to be my new secret internal cheerleader phrase!) Enjoy and maybe someday I'll finish this (is definitely needs a little more work) into a full song with a tune and everything!


"Love Songs"

Rockstar, big city lights,
Playing the crowd,
Owning the night.

When I met you,
Dark eyes in the sea,
You reached out your hand,
Reaching for me...

I believed your lies, every word spoken.
Now I see you true, you're the one who's broken.

Can't write love songs
If you've never fallen.
Can't score the notes
Without feeling the tune.
Can't write love songs
When you lie to yourself,
And without love
Say goodbye to your muse.

Rockstar, high on my drug,
The music flowed free,
Soaring above.

With a pretty phrase,
I came to your call.
I gave you my heart.
You held me enthralled.

I believed your lies, every word spoken.
Now I see you true, you're the one who's broken.

Can't write love songs
If you've never fallen.
Can't score the notes
Without feeling the tune.
Can't write love songs
When you lie to yourself,
And without love
Say goodbye to your muse.

She caught your eye and you threw me away,
But since I've been gone, no songs can you play.
Your love is a myth, a story, no more.
And your muse knew the truth,
So she walked out the door.

Can't write love songs
If you've never fallen.
Can't score the notes
Without feeling the tune.
Can't write love songs
When you lie to yourself,
And without love
Say goodbye to your muse.

Can't write love songs
If you've never fallen.
Can't score the notes
Without feeling the tune.
Can't write love songs
When you lie to yourself,
And without love
Say goodbye to your muse.

And without me,
Show's over. You lose.