Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Impossible

I remember years ago
someone told me I should take caution when it comes to love...
I did, I did
and you were strong and I was not,
my illusion, my mistake.
I was careless, I forgot..
I did
and now when all is done there is nothing to say
you have gone and so effortlessly you have won.
you can go ahead tell them..

tell them all I know now.
shout it from the roof top.
write it on the sky line.
all we had is gone now.
tell them I was happy,
and my heart is broken
all my scars are open
tell them what I hoped would be
Impossible.


Sung by Shontelle

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Like a motherless Child

Sometime I feel
Like a motherless Child,
Sometimes I feel
Like a motherless child,

A long...long way...from home.

And Sometimes I feel
Like I'm almost gone,
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm All Alone.
A long...a long way from home

Who's Got A Shoulder When I need to cry,
I feel restless and I don't know why,
Cry for help, but still feel alone,
Like A motherless child along way from home.
Lord I'm lost I can't find my way,
I'm dealing with the struggles in my day to day,
My Soul Is Weak and I wanna be strong,
I try to run away but I've been running to long.

I've been running to long...
Like A motherless child

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Send me an angel

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere.
And it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere.

Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded.
But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear.

And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there.
Can you send an angel.
Can you send me an angel to guide me.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Aint no Time like the one I've got!...right now.

Wild horses I wanna be like you! ...throwing caution to the wind; I'll run free too. I want to wrecklessly love, I wanna run with wild horses.
I'm trying to build the guts to do it. And build I shall.

I've delayed doing so much with my life casting it to the future...only, that future can't ever seem to come. So I'm just gonna do. Close my eyes and just do. Ain't no time like the present!

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

on sunscreen...

I try to read or listen to this about twice a month-it helps keep me grounded. I thought I'd share it with you

Ladies and Gentlemen [...] ... wear sunscreen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be IT.

The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.

You are NOT as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long, and in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings; they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Show me your friends and I'll tell you who you are...

I can't choose my family, but sometimes I act as if I can't choose my friends, either.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

for Chris

Remember all the things we wanted
Now all our memories, they're haunted
We were always meant to say goodbye
Even with our fists held high
It never would have work out right, yeah
We were never meant for do or die
I didn't want us to burn out
I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop

I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
But someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone

Looking at you makes it harder
But I know that you'll find another
That doesn't always make you wanna cry
It started with the perfect kiss then
We could feel the poison set in
"Perfect" couldn't keep this love alive
You know that I love you so
I love you enough to let you go

I want you to know
That it doesn't matter
Where we take this road
But someone's gotta go
And I want you to know
You couldn't have loved me better
But I want you to move on
So I'm already gone

You can't make it feel right
When you know that it's wrong..

I'm already gone, already gone
There's no moving on
So I'm already gone
already gone, already gone, already gone...

song by: Kelly Clarkson

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