Today I thought that I would give my readers a chance to interact with me on the blog. A few weeks ago I binge watched season 3 of the series Nashville on Netflix. The clip I posted above is about the character Scarlett O’Connor who has a nervous breakdown on stage; then a year later plays as part of a band at the same venue. Her band mates encourage her to use her music to show a skeptical audience what she is made of. The show appeals to me a great deal, because it follows those who pursue their musical passions while living in Nashville. I grew up in a family where my grandfather played his guitar, my grandmother sang, and my uncle also played guitar. There always was a good energy and passion in my grandparents’ home when they played. When I was in high school I was in two musicals and I still enjoy going out to sing karaoke regularly. Everyone of us has a song that we long to express to the world. It may come in the form of how you love people, what you create, or how you enjoy spending your time. So I would love for everyone who reads this to express your own soul’s song. Please send me a ping back in the comments below. I will be looking forward to hearing from you.
When you look at me,
Travels down to my essence,
You set my heart ablaze,
Oh how I love!
Yearning to give you all of me,
For you I kindled the spark,
And you’re learning to tend the fire,
Passion is the match,
Respect is the kindling,
Love is the wood that keeps it burning,
My soul knows you’ll learn,
About the heart’s fire.
You are a beautiful disaster,
I love your messiness,
Reminds me to love my imperfections,
We collide into each other,
Setting off a chain reaction.
It could be a train wreck,
Or the lotus emerging from the mud,
White, pure and oh so beautiful!
All I know is that I love you.
It’s the quiet ones you have to watch out for…
Or so they say,
From puberty they could smell it,
She would try to hide it,
Behind her innocent smile,
Searching for something deeper,
Promise of it disappears and reappears,
Initiated into sex through violence.
She deluded herself into not caring,
They fuck. They leave.
She craves safety,
No longer wanting to be,
Girl they want to fuck.
Bare feet caress the earth,
Connecting myself to the circuit,
Remind me why I am here…
You call for me to love,
I’ve loved them all.
They ebb and flow like the tides…
Could one heart leave a candle burning,
In the window just for me?
I’m weary from a long journey,
A gypsy soul longs to settle,
For a loving soul to wash my feet,
Have a hot meal waiting by the fire,
And to gift my heart,
With the solace it needs most,
Burying myself in you.
Rubbing sleep from hazy eyes,
It’s so calm,
Birds chirp outside my window,
My roses open up to the sun,
Dew drops slide down their petals,
I sip my coffee and savour,