Another year for the romantic and songs he sings.

Another year for the romantic and songs he sings.

I had a dream last night about when

That night while the band played I held

The girl that I love in my arms.

I fell in love with her real easy.

Miss it when she used to kiss me.

I wonder “where do old lovers go?” While

In the middle of night my stereo plays.

Another year for the romantic and songs, he

Sings “all you’ve got to do is fall

In love.” With you only Lady I’m sure

That it doesn’t happen too much any more

Maybe you’ve been waiting too long, too long

Waiting for an invitation. It’s never gonna come.

And do you think they would tell you

That it’s coming for you, ready or not.

Why? It’s not for you to know, cause

There’s no way you could ever know that

The only one you wanna find is you.

You’ll never find another. Why do you try?

It’s for real as real as it gets.

I’ve been listening to your music for awhile

All the time singing all your favorite songs

Now every other station is just a memory

And I wanna turn your volume up, cause

I’d feel so much better if I had

You in my arms, you’d feel better too.

You’ve got a way that really nails me.

Guess you got me, you really got me.

I just can’t believe how hot it’s getting.

Don’t know where I stop and it starts

You can have me, really, anytime you want

Cause baby I got something in my pocket

And now it’s time to get down up

Never gonna go back to where you were

As night moves on and people lighten up.

Hope you’re getting a kick out of this.

Hope you’re laughing as much as you can.

Go out tonight and really live it up.

8 words – Benji Hughes. Titled. Surprise! Change... Go with it. It’s still all unoriginal. There’s simply not enough Benji Hughes… had this musical epiphany while questing the grocer’s at 7am the other morning and listening to Baby it’s your Life. Benji Hughes is the one of most interesting musical recommends and an also amazing one that I happen to pass on. And thanks to timing was once the soundtrack for a trip of mine. Anyhow... Enjoy the unoriginality of the music and the originality of living. Enjoy Life, Love, and Breathing with everything you’ve got. kisses. m.

*track listing.

All you’ve got to do is fall in love

Baby it’s your life

Do you think they would tell you

Even if

Girl in the tower

I Went With Some Friends To See The Flaming Lips

Jubalee

Love is a Razor

Ladies on parade

Love on a budget

The Mummy

Neighbor down the hall

So much

So Well

Tight Tee Shirt

Vibe So Hot

Waiting for an Invitation

Why do these parties always end the same way

Where do old lovers go?

You stood me up.

The Poetry of 8 Words: There'll come a time, don't you forget it

There'll come a time, don't you forget it

All day before my eyes come little visions.

There’s a beautiful land where dreams come true.

And this old world is a new world.

Aren’t many things one can be sure of…

In one moment you’ll know what it is

There'll come a time, don't you forget it.

You might find the night-time the right time

You walk without a sound down forgotten streets

And you see it comin' down the street

In it’s hanging on, and with fingers clutching

Baby, telling you, you've been gone too long.

I've got to follow where it leads me

Here tonight as I stand inside the rain

I'm glad I'm mad and can't live without

Me wanting a little sweetness in my soul

I want to touch your face, your hands

I’ve always loved the simple things about you

Oh touch me now and let me know

If you like it let me know it.

In the dark I get such a thrill

When I kiss you every night and day.

You are my nights; my night and day.

I declare you gonna drive me stone insane

Quiet baby, don’t explain there’s nothing to gain.

Don't talk just hold me closer to you.

I need your affection and not your protection

Keep looking in my eyes we'll be fine

I know it will be so it's time

Lie away resting away deep in my arms

From memory these arms still hold a thrill.

A thrill that should have been gone by

Like that dance before the flame that burns. 

Oh please forget the dreams that were broken

The future that someone says may never be

Tomorrow might not come, when dreamers dream late

But still I hope the time will come.

And when you have some time to spend

Come on back see me when you can

Nina Simone. Love this lady's music. That voice. Wow. And another wow... It's been far too long since I've pulled one of these out. There's old and new coming... definitely more of these. Enjoy. kisses. m.

*Track Listing

Black is the color of my true love's hair

Don’t you pay em' no mind

Day and Night

After you've gone 

In the dark

I want a little sugar in my bowl

Love me or leave me

Alone Again (Naturally)

Do What You Gotta Do

I Got It Bad (And That Ain't Good)

Just Like A Woman

For Myself

Human Touch

Take Care of Business

That's All I Want From You

Why? (The King of Love Is Dead) 

You've Been Gone Too Long 

Brown Baby 

Who Knows Where the Time Goes

Do I Move You 

Everything Must Change 

I Can't See Nobody 

Cherish

Can't Get Out of This Mood

Do Nothin' Till You Hear From Me

I'm Gonna Leave You 

Don't Explain

Gimme Some

Forget

Chilly Winds Don't Blow 

Beautiful Land

For a While 

Feeling Good

He Needs Me 

Desperate Ones

8 words – Beatles.

8 words – Beatles.

When I wake up early in the morning

I wake up to the sound of music.

It’s all right, here comes the sun again.

You tell me that you've heard every sound

Nothing you can sing that can't be sung

And because you're sweet and lovely it's true.

Lend me your ears, I'll sing a song.

Because you got something, I think you'll understand.

The words are flowing out like endless rain.

With every mistake we must surely be learning

That love is all and love is everyone.

When I think of love as something new

We can have if we open our eyes.

In this world there's nothing I‘d rather do

But listen to the color of your dreams.

When I'm with you I want to stay

I'm in the middle of a dream where

Golden Slumbers fill your eyes, smiles awake you.

The things you do, make me feel alright

I know nobody can do me no harm

Because living is easy with eyes wide open.
And in time you'll understand the reasons why

Nothing is really nothing to get hung about.

You know I know when it's a dream. 

And hope that these dreams will come true

You know it's going to be all right.

I'm certain that it happens all the time.

I am sitting in an English garden waiting.

Five o'clock everywhere in town it's getting dark

Everything and everyone you see is half asleep.

I've seen your face and I can't forget 

How a crowd of people stood and stared

They smile as you drift past the flowers.

Only the fool sees the sun going down. 

Don’t leave me waiting, lead to your door.

You need me to show the way love.

I'll give you all I've got to give

Sincerely give me your answer, mine for evermore.

8 words – Beatles. Short & Sweet.  Alright… an interesting character once called me up to sing me a Beatles song and asked me to join in. Lovely.  Anyhow… It’s one of those memories I shall never forget and can only recall with a smile. Needless to say I want to do a second Beatles piece. Most likely it shall happen. Ah… But who will be next? I’ve given more away than I should have already. Enjoy. Kisses. m.

*Track Listing.

For You Blue

Let It Be

Across the universe

Golden Slumbers

Here comes the sun

While my guitar gently weeps

Revolution I

Happiness is a Warm Gun

I’ve Just Seen a Face

In My Life

Think For Yourself

I'm happy just to dance with you

Tomorrow Never Knows

I’m Only Sleeping

Got To Get You Into My Life 

And your bird can sing

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

With a Little Help From My Friends

Good Morning Good Morning

When I’m Sixty-Four

A day in the life

The Long and Winding Road 

Strawberry Fields Forever

I am the Walrus

All you need is love

The Fool on the Hill

Please Please Me

Ask Me Why

I Wanna hold your hand

All My loving

A Hard Day’s Night 

Can’t buy me Love

Woman.

So tired of playing with this bow and arrow.

Gonna give my heart away.

Leave it for the other girls to play.

For I’ve been a temptress too long.

Give me a reason to love you.

Give me a reason to be a woman.

Let me be a woman.

I just wanna be a woman.
All I want to be is a woman.

This is the beginning of forever. And ever.

Glory Box - Portishead

Woman.

The power’s been out for over an hour. He’s still sitting on the edge of the bed where he was when it first happened. I thought the darkness would jar him and it hasn’t. The Day-Glo green numbers are burned brightly into the dial of the clock on the nightstand. It doesn’t matter if its day or night those numbers would still find themselves etched in neatly.

Somehow the argument stopped before the lights went out but remained until after they faded. The tension in his silhouette remains as he tilts his head down. There is no argument. We shouldn’t be fighting.

Somewhere with the lights on he was talking to me. His face was wearing a look of sheer exhaustion while he spun the band of gold around his left finger before pointing it. It’s not an ultimatum when he says that this is the beginning of forever. At least that’s what I keep telling myself afterwards when his words repeat inconsistently through my brain.

After he tells me that he wants me to be his woman I tell him that’s not what I had in mind before getting up and looking out of the window. It’s not that I don’t want it. It’s that I want more than that.  I see him looking at the funny shape of my top lip with a stare as he tries to think of what to say next.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want to be a woman. Your woman.”

“I don’t understand. Then be.”

 “You know I love you. And you love me.”

“What else?”

“Give me a reason to be…

“Why do you need to…?”

“I need to know.”

This is just another game that we play. Because we’re both hoping for something perfect when it’s never anything that we can ever find. Or will ever need to. And these games have grown so tiresome. I’m done. I put away my things and I’m ready for forever. All those games like the others are done. This is exactly where I want to be and somehow it’s not enough. I need him to prove it to me. I need a reason to be his. Because this is forever, I need his trust.

Think of all the foolish games that people play with each other. And right now we’re both playing that same part. Playing the part where it’s his turn to speak in the dark and mine turn to let him say it. His face lifts up to make eye contact with mine and he says nothing. In the dark in the middle of this game he makes it clear that there’s nothing to be said although there’s so much more.

Even when we have each other there’s a battle to be won. All you need is love. Are you sure about that?

Love isn’t here in this dark place between us in the silence. It won’t stop us from breaking apart and having to play this unnecessary game once more. It’s a game that neither of us wants to be a part of anymore. Somehow we both want another reason to stay and it’s a matter of who will draw first.

The thought that people do this everyday is astounding.  Yet they do.

The Pointless. Mediocre. Irrelevant.

Games.

They’re too busy trying to be the winner than simply be. For the most part the games are unnecessary. Yet, they spend their lives thinking that they have tomorrow and another to do something when it’s not like that at all. You have to find a reason today; otherwise tomorrow has just as little meaning as today.

Some people might tell you that it’s enough to get the ring. In the tiny band of gold, that’s where his heart lies. And if he gives it to you then you know. But in this ring that I’ve got, the same one that I wear so well, it isn’t enough of a reason. That ring isn’t the reason you love. Getting it means nothing. The reason you love, you simply love with or without the band of gold wrapped around your finger.

As I stand not looking out the window I’m twisting the golden halo around my finger. The same halo that matches his except in size and mass is spinning around as I think that this is more possible to resolve because I know what I want and there’s no other reason needed to justify it.

All I want is him.

Love. Some people may have to wonder what that would be like. At least I always did. Until I met him.

So many times I’ve seen his face and found it connecting with mine.  Then we met. And it was the simplest thing that came. Even now as the power reconnects and his stare matches mine, it’s easy. Its there. And don’t mind that he can’t think of a reason. It’s somewhere already there between the Day-Glo numbers and the open window that I know the reason I’m here is already in front of me.

Delayed. Kisses, my loves. But what must come next, simply must come next...


You shouldn’t need a reason to be in love. You should simply be. So many people just want to be loved and some people don’t realize a good thing until it’s gone. Some things are worth the thrill, love is but one of them. Don’t let those thrills pass you by. Have to snatch them up while you can. Anyhow… The group is Portishead. The song is Glory Box. This is inspired. Always wanted to... so I did. A bit excited but also planning to carry this deeper. Feels?? Expect a revision. Wanting to say more… Thinking of Matisse. More to come. Enjoy. kisses, m.

8 words - Bjork.

8 words - Bjork

Uncertainty excites me baby, what's going to happen?

Today has never happened, it doesn't frighten me

I can sense something important about to happen

But will my eyes be closed or open?

I've seen what was, I know what'll be,

The world’s going to be made of this.

Don't try to predict, it's meant to surprise.

It's in our hands, and it always was.

And I remember but it hasn't happened yet.

So don't ask me what's gonna happen next

You’re gonna have to find out for yourself.

The game we're playing is love’s two-way dream.

This is really dangerous but worth the effort.

Love is all to dare to drown in.

Aren't we scaring ourselves unnecessarily? Trying too hard?

What's so scary? Not a threat in sight.

I’ve no fear, I'm in this to ENJOY.

Darling, please stop confusing me with your thinking.

Locks up your chest, Shuts down your heart.

And that stillborn love that could have happened.

Can’t you see that you're leading me on.

How can you offer me love like that?

Only fill my heart fulfilling your heart’s desire.

I love your eyes, their splendid, sparkling fire.

I see who you are, behind the skin.

Let’s celebrate all this flesh on our bones.

You'll be given love, be taken care of

Sweet like harmony made into flesh you dance

Smooth soft, red velvety lungs are pushing oxygen

Try to open up breathing into the heart

Vertebrae by vertebrae please release this pressure now.

With a razorblade I'll cut a slit open

Explode this body, I'll wake-up tomorrow brand new

And destroy all that is keeping you down.

I don't recognize myself this is very interesting.

Untouchable innocence it's still here in different places.

I turn myself in and give myself up.

I'm going to prove the impossible really exists.

8 words. Bjork. Revised. Oddly, there are two for this artist. And I’m currently stuck amid a piece that I’m tremendously excited for. It’s coming, among other things. Have a good night. Enjoy. kisses. m.

*Track Listing

Violently Happy

It’s in our hands

Possibly maybe

Cover me.

Hyperballad

I Miss You

Play Dead

Scatterheart

New World

Submarine

Oceania

Triumph of a heart

Hunter

Bachelorette

5 years

Alarm Call

All is full of love

Generous Palmstroke

Karvel

Enjoy

Headphones

Gratitude

Innocence

I see who you are

Hope

Pneumonia

Vertebrae by Vertebrae

Dull Flame of Desire

Misty

My Snare
Come to me

8 Words – Madonna

8 Words – Madonna

Asleep and never saw the sun go down

When everything goes incredible and all is beautiful

Prophets are telling us we're near the end

There are too many questions not one solution

Begin to see the picture, it becomes clear

Just think back and remember dear those words

Time went on and I waited for you

Time goes by slowly for those who wait

Waiting for time when Earth shall be one

Take time to tell me how you feel

Talk to me -- tell me your dreams

And all you need is your own imagination

Do you believe we can change the future?

One day come together to release the pressure

Future lovers hide their love inside their eyes

I change when I look in your eyes

You know I feel it in my heartbeat

You love me til I just can't see

But you're afraid to look in my eyes

So you choose to look the other way

Too blind to the writing on the wall

Don't try to hide love wears no disguise

And let go of all disappointment that's waiting

Think, does it matter if you feel good

Find a way to show your true feelings

You have to say what's on your mind

Find another way there's much more to know

Call me fool but I know I'm not

I am hungry for a life of understanding

Not living in fear just living in chaos

And I’m no longer scared if I fall
Love means to understand, reach for someone's hand

It took me by surprise that you understood

Nothing takes the past away like the future

It all seems like yesterday, not far away

And you’re always closing your door to it

Well that only makes me want you more

Why do you leave me always wanting more?

8 words – Madonna. YES! The ladies are coming now. Madge wasn’t supposed to come first but I didn’t save something correctly. That thing wasn’t where that thing was the last time I opened it. Kisses with the lady in the mirror though. She isn’t perfect. But Lovely? Of course. I’m finally back in a groove once again. I happen to have a few surprises over the next couple weeks. Also you may not have caught it… but we are nearly ankle deep in an interesting marathon. Sadly I am not discussing it quite yet. But there is more to come. I do hope you’re enjoying it. I know I am. Enjoy. Kisses. m.

*Track Listing

Secret

Hung up

Get together

Future Lovers

Stay

Rain

One More Chance

Ray of Light

Skin

Nothing Really Matters

Justify My Love

Rescue Me

Vogue

Open Your Heart

Into The Groove

Holiday

Borderline

Burning Up

Live To Tell

Where's The Party

True Blue

La Isla Bonita

Love Makes The World Go Round

Celebration

It's So Cool

Love Profusion

Nothing Fails

Die Another Day

Easy Ride

Heartbeat

Miles Away

She's Not Me

Incredible

Beat Goes On

Love Won't Wait 

The D Chronicles Vol 1 - (Men): Disappear

Disappear.

That there. That’s not me.

Alistair Grigson-Smith came to find he was alone when it happened. And now just like then he’s all alone looking over the body. A body he used to occupy lays lifeless in the satin lined ebony box. There isn’t much to see other than the new suit his sister picked out for him. A suit, a tie and a new pair of shoes. The shoes he definitely needed after the homeless man stole his in the alley where it happened.

Alistair thinks of the word Wake and wonders how effective its use is in this instance while he’s watching people as they pass him, one by one with their remorse and tears. All he can think of how peacefully he sleeps while everyone around him sleepwalks through the motions of this life including their movements through this ritual.

It’s a ritual that wouldn’t be happening had he not been late for the meeting last Monday morning. He was always running late when he should have been on time. He was unable to go where he wanted by the constraints of living. Now he concludes that he’ll never have to worry about anything stopping him from going and he steps through a pair of unfamiliar mourners making his way towards the wall.

I go where I please. I walk through walls. Float down…

Passing through the wall he finds himself entering another room. A thousand flowers seem to come from everywhere in the small room. Flowers surround people in their solemn faces and clothes. There are threes and fours of people he’s never seen. Or mistakenly seen a lifetime ago, at the beginning of the dream their images dance upon the cusp of a memory as if it were a word hanging on the very tip of a tongue.

This moment with the flowers reminds Alistair of the dark alley beneath the rainy sky when it happened. When it happened there were piles of flowers tossed outside next to the rubbish piles and broken glass bottles on the ground. All around there were oversized puddles of water and dripping waterfalls from fire escapes when that unfamiliar man stepped out with his knife. The thoughts of the man and his knife come and go just like Alistair as he glides up the stairs before passing through another wall.

I’m not there. This isn’t happening.

Alistair has spent the morning convincing himself that he is no longer here among these people. Although this is happening around him, it is no longer happening to him. He watches his siblings move their possessions into the study where he once wrote his favorite bits of nonsensical poetry. He watches them talk about his silly things as if they were their silly things. Alistair’s family is already making plans without him. There’s nothing left as the final viewers pack up and leave. A man from the home closes the lid on his ebony box and signals the Palls that it is time.

After it happened Alistair remembers how he had to detach from himself to watch his un-living progress forward. He kept telling himself “That’s not me,” while the coroner cut a downward with a straight line that passed through his belly. He faintly felt the shudders of life when the man gently pulled back on the blade. He knew there was no point in feeling bad because no one would want what’s left afterwards. Once the insides of him were on the outside he begin to realize that he’s not sure what happened before he was here. Counting backwards in his un-life the last memories of living aren’t clear and fading quick.

Alistair accompanies the final journey. More people solemnly line up and share their faces with each other. Tears that can be felt, anguish that lives in their stares, and love that they can only share with each other. Alone in his emptiness, he strains to relate to the pain of his mourners Alistair knows that his time is slipping away. Slipping downward; the ebony box slides after finding its release from the hands of its bearers. Alistair can no longer move without their hands. Hands reach into earth and toss their final goodbye onto his body. Eventually he will be gone and his body will lay to rest beneath the earth.

In a little while I’ll be gone.

Time is all that Alistair knows. He knows that in life there are an infinite number of minutes that will come and be counted until there are no more. In death every moment spent counting backwards from nothing all alone. And soon all that isn’t here and happening will cease for Alistair Grigson-Smith.

Thinking of Matisse. Enjoy life, love and breathing. It's both far too short and too long not to. Kisses. m.