mix tape

pre-text: I wish mixed tapes were still around and acceptable in this day and age to give to someone...as a gift of thought and heart. Often times, old songs have new meaning and stronger emotional connections when you meet that special someone. So much can be said in those songs, without saying anything at all.

muse: DL 

i would love to make you a mix tape
but i am scared of smothering you with cheesiness
i would love to make you a mix tape
then i do not have spell out the words i want to say
i would love to make you a mix tape
the songs can sing for me
i would love to make you a mix tape
so i do not have to see your face when you listen to it

i would love to make you a mix tape
created just for you, only from me
i would love to make you a mix tape
for it tells a story
i would love to make you a mix tape
because each song says something about me to you
i would love to make you a mix tape
i pick each song with my heart
i would love to make you a mix tape
and i want you to listen with your heart
i would love to make you a mix tape
because you cannot skip songs ahead
i would love to make you a mix tape
but you can rewind to your favorite one
i would love to make you a mix tape
so you could listen when you miss me

i would love to make you a mix tape
something about the careless airs of those teenage years
i would love to make you a mix tape
the antiquity of it makes it oh so romantic, and silly
i would love to make you a mix tape
because what it says is more than the sum of the songs
i would love to make you a mix tape
it is a compilation of poetry in melody

i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tape i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tape i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make (mix) love to you like an ape (tape)
i would love to make you a mix tape
i would love to make you a mix tap i would love to make you a mix tape

(mix tapes skip)

time

pre-text: this concept of time being this entity that is monitoring our lives...and how we struggle with what to do with it and how to use it.

muse: too much time on my hands 

time has grown old
waiting for me to figure out
who i am, what i want,
what i am, who i want

time has grown weary
watching me learn lessons
that i ought to know
things I should have gotten by now

time has grown tired
hearing me say i am here in the here and now
that i will not rendezvous with all that is lost and gone
or daydream about what may or may not be

time has grown cynical
listening to me rationalize my thoughts
and fine-combing my feelings
keeping them in check and under control

time has grown up
outgrown my lies and facades
but now finally i understand
time is growth

just never the way we know.

for my new lover, Under Water

pre-text: Learning to scuba dive may be my first adult-child experience. I felt like a baby opening her eyes for the first time, seeing the world. Everything amazed and fascinated me.

muse: my virgin dive

I am furious at myself
For denying myself to you
It is long overdue
And now you draw me in
With those mesmerizing blues
Fused in with aqua greens
The waves beckon me into your arms
Wide as the eye can see
You make me feel like a child
Reborn into a world of free floating freedom
Everything I see is new, brand new
I marvel at the colors
Wavering from different angles
It is quiet but I hear the soft rhythm of life
Of creatures big and small
Some naked to my eyes
I breathe hard when I let myself go into you
And then you calm me down with your cool touch
I breathe easier I hear myself
Slowly I let you take over and I breathe easy
Every experience we have is different each time
You show me familiar things
And then something new and exotic
Things beyond my imagination
I feel the bursting excitement erupt within me
Like a child, I squeal inside
You are proof to me God exists
For only someone like Him can create something like You
With such variety, diversity and beauty
And to paint you such blues
I ache to be with you again
This time I will not wait too long
There is no holding back
The butterflies in my tummy get restless from my longing
I thank God for our union
I only wish he made me a mermaid
For I would rather be swimming with the fishes
Than be walking amongst men
Please take care of yourself while I am gone
I promise to return to you soon
Where the sea meets the sky
And the blues become one
That is where I will be

what use is a broken heart?

pre-text: Cause after someone shatters your heart, you got to keep living and moving along. And you wonder if you will ever love again...maybe you will, even though it hurts.

muse: all those who have broken my heart before

What use is a broken heart?
It's just like another other broken body part
Subject to years of wear and tear
The weight of life is too much for something so small to bear
It functions almost like it should, except it hurts when put it use
Even if you careful not to subject it to abuse
A simple diagnosis with no simple cure
A doctor may fix it, but the pain you have to endure

What use is a broken heart?
Except to write some words and maybe create some art
Pick up the pieces and glue it back
Even if you do, you will still see the cracks
Put in a nail or two, make it stay together
Still it will never be stronger like before, or ever

What use is a broken heart?
You can't see it even if your ribs were apart
It hurts and aches everyday
But you go on about your way
Hide it with a smile
Maybe no one will notice, maybe it will be all better in a while

What use is a broken heart?
Maybe as a reminder the next time around, to be a little bit more smart
When things break, they fall into smaller pieces
But a broken heart may be the biggest thing there is
It may sound like a myth
But a broken heart may have the most love to give