::1000 beautiful things, annie lennox::
every day i write the list
of reasons why i still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
and even though it's hard to see
the glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
so... light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes
i thank you for the air to breathe
the heart to beat
the eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
and all the things that's been and done
the battle's won
the good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
so ...
here i go again
singin' by your window
pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find
the world was meant for you and me
to figure out our destiny
to live
to die
to breathe
to sleep
to try to make your life complete
so ...
light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
that is everything i have to say
(that's all I have to say)
...........................
per season's comment on the last post, i realize how reluctant i am to present my writings to the world. there is, firstly, an unnecessary fear of criticism, which is unavoidable. i intentionally placed the poem in italics in the desire to project a non-personal attachment to the emotions expressed. spurred on by a variety of goings on (notwithstanding my 27th birthday on the very near horizon and trying to come to grips with being a grown-up...another tale, will try to get to it later). i find that writing helps to capture my feelings into a specific mess of tangible words. and, that poem does contain a few glimpses of me, but i wouldn't know how to detach myself 100% from anything i write.
annie lennox said about her latest album, bare, that she chose the specific album artwork to represent her lyrics and music being laid bare before us. no softened emotions or fluff-work. this album is, plainly, a portfolio that very much represents her in a very personal, very transparent, manner. and it is so beautiful.
getting back to my point, when i make a decision to reveal myself in my writing, i understand exactly where i'm coming from. i understand the hidden meaning, and specifically write with the intention of projecting anonymity which will not reveal too much. yet, in my attempts to write prose or poetry, wanting to explore things that are beyond my personal experience, i find myself reluctant to share the writings because they are so personal to me. and also in my desire not to confuse my writing with who i am or what life is like for me right now. so, from now on, i either a-get over it, b-learn to write fantasy fiction that way it's clear that my writing is not about me, c- write a big disclaimer in front of any of my works explaining and dissecting the hidden meaning & what parts apply to me personally. in the name of all surveys, i strongly disagree with c. we will not be doing that. ...
...........................
::27 dots:: tonight a surprise dinner with patricia & will, who showed up at my work as i was finishing up for the day. i distinctly remember thinking, as i sat next to patricia, 2 things. First, we're sitting on barstools facing the patio/sidewalk outside of el champeon...is there some sort of privacy from the window which stretches beneath the bar? i have my legs crossed, but i am wearing a long skirt with a slit that goes above my left knee. i perceive no learing glances from the people at the table directly opposite us outside, so i feel comfortable & keep eating. fears disappear once we get outside: it is painted white. complete privacy. whew! second, as i look at patricia while we are talking, i notice her face, tan from her work outdoors with horses. and, she looks the same to me. the same as she did in high school. it is 9 years since we graduated and i still don't feel my age. i suppose that is good or bad, but i'm happy with where things are at. all i can think of is that i won't feel grown up until i'm 30. that is the magic age i am looking forward to. not quite sure what i expect to happen at that not too distant age. but i know josh & i will revisit the thought of having children as neither of us is really ready for that right now. we will have been married 5 years by then and known each other for 10 years, so it should be...what ever it will be. i won't venture to put any trust in the words on the tip of my tongue like "safe" or "better"... i don't believe there is a perfect time for children. it is a committement that far exceeds my comprehension. it is very different from marriage. it is a responsibility i am not yet prepared to accept. but, if anything should change, i trust God will provide the strength i need, we need, to be good parents. but, i'm just not ready for that. yet.
speaking of responsibility, i really must go grocery shopping! the milk expired a week ago!
of reasons why i still believe they do exist
(a thousand beautiful things)
and even though it's hard to see
the glass is full and not half empty
(a thousand beautiful things)
so... light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes
i thank you for the air to breathe
the heart to beat
the eyes to see again
(a thousand beautiful things)
and all the things that's been and done
the battle's won
the good and bad in everyone
(this is mine to remember)
so ...
here i go again
singin' by your window
pickin' up the pieces of what's left to find
the world was meant for you and me
to figure out our destiny
to live
to die
to breathe
to sleep
to try to make your life complete
so ...
light me up like the sun
to cool down with your rain
i never want to close my eyes again
never close my eyes
never close my eyes ...
that is everything i have to say
(that's all I have to say)
...........................
per season's comment on the last post, i realize how reluctant i am to present my writings to the world. there is, firstly, an unnecessary fear of criticism, which is unavoidable. i intentionally placed the poem in italics in the desire to project a non-personal attachment to the emotions expressed. spurred on by a variety of goings on (notwithstanding my 27th birthday on the very near horizon and trying to come to grips with being a grown-up...another tale, will try to get to it later). i find that writing helps to capture my feelings into a specific mess of tangible words. and, that poem does contain a few glimpses of me, but i wouldn't know how to detach myself 100% from anything i write.
annie lennox said about her latest album, bare, that she chose the specific album artwork to represent her lyrics and music being laid bare before us. no softened emotions or fluff-work. this album is, plainly, a portfolio that very much represents her in a very personal, very transparent, manner. and it is so beautiful.
getting back to my point, when i make a decision to reveal myself in my writing, i understand exactly where i'm coming from. i understand the hidden meaning, and specifically write with the intention of projecting anonymity which will not reveal too much. yet, in my attempts to write prose or poetry, wanting to explore things that are beyond my personal experience, i find myself reluctant to share the writings because they are so personal to me. and also in my desire not to confuse my writing with who i am or what life is like for me right now. so, from now on, i either a-get over it, b-learn to write fantasy fiction that way it's clear that my writing is not about me, c- write a big disclaimer in front of any of my works explaining and dissecting the hidden meaning & what parts apply to me personally. in the name of all surveys, i strongly disagree with c. we will not be doing that. ...
...........................
::27 dots:: tonight a surprise dinner with patricia & will, who showed up at my work as i was finishing up for the day. i distinctly remember thinking, as i sat next to patricia, 2 things. First, we're sitting on barstools facing the patio/sidewalk outside of el champeon...is there some sort of privacy from the window which stretches beneath the bar? i have my legs crossed, but i am wearing a long skirt with a slit that goes above my left knee. i perceive no learing glances from the people at the table directly opposite us outside, so i feel comfortable & keep eating. fears disappear once we get outside: it is painted white. complete privacy. whew! second, as i look at patricia while we are talking, i notice her face, tan from her work outdoors with horses. and, she looks the same to me. the same as she did in high school. it is 9 years since we graduated and i still don't feel my age. i suppose that is good or bad, but i'm happy with where things are at. all i can think of is that i won't feel grown up until i'm 30. that is the magic age i am looking forward to. not quite sure what i expect to happen at that not too distant age. but i know josh & i will revisit the thought of having children as neither of us is really ready for that right now. we will have been married 5 years by then and known each other for 10 years, so it should be...what ever it will be. i won't venture to put any trust in the words on the tip of my tongue like "safe" or "better"... i don't believe there is a perfect time for children. it is a committement that far exceeds my comprehension. it is very different from marriage. it is a responsibility i am not yet prepared to accept. but, if anything should change, i trust God will provide the strength i need, we need, to be good parents. but, i'm just not ready for that. yet.
speaking of responsibility, i really must go grocery shopping! the milk expired a week ago!
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