Conversing with this lightly colored bird, he explained to me his story
All through sunrise to sunset, he just never stopped to tell me
Of a flower so sweet, so pleasing, so lovely
Of a flower he knew quite well, quite charming
Days turned into nights as we walked through the forest
His little feet were dirty and his feathers were sadly boring
He went on and on about his wild and crazy adventures
Which turned into uneventful and unexcitable life stories
His life seemed scarce and his dreams almost surrendered
As he laid down the law of his days that were quite numbered
Again he failed to mention his friend, my foe, this flower
That would leave me to fall and laugh at in his tall tower
Untouchable, quite unattainable in nature
The flower was strong and stunning in stature
With petals bright, worthy and leaves made of gold
Colors that could blind you and make your knees buckle and fold
Side by side with the broken beaked bird
We walked up the riverbed so ugly, so absurd
And into his cottage, into his humble retreat
The mats were messy and faded, the roof looked haggard and weak
Loud and alarming, I was in complete shock
To hear such a noise, this flower could talk?
There he stood, this long beautiful flower
I couldn’t stop staring, I had absolutely no power
“This is my friend, he lives right up there.”
“Pleasant to meet you," he said, "you have such exquisite hair.”
Where did he come from? And why was I so intrigued?
By such a wonderful creature that made me weak in the knees
My heart pounded faster as I tried to look away
I tried to say something, anything just to make him stay
But nothing came out but the sound of my soul on a silver platter
Take me, love me, need me, nothing else matters
He stared into my eyes this untouchable flower
I couldn’t even come close to this prize I was after
Unsatisfied and without a world to care
He retreated upstairs to who knows where
I wanted to run, to chase him there after
But it was useless, for he was more perfect than laughter
I didn’t know there was something I needed until I met him
I didn’t know my heart was cut opened and needed to mend
I was feeding a lustful delusion and in absolute horrid disgust
I had a desire to consume him, as my eyes were starting to rust
What else could I possibly do but sit there, try to ponder and see
What would a fantastical beauty want with a common weed like me?
My head was racing then all I could hear
Was the ratchet noise of that damn bird in my ear
“Shall I make you dinner, care for more wine?”
I could eat nor drink but rather chose to just cry
I was woozy and unstable, I was thirsty for more
As I stared up at that opening he called his trap door
Is he coming back? Did he leave me? I feel faint.
I can make it sunny, whatever he needs, I will even force it to rain.
But nothing I had in my front side pockets
Would suffice his needs, his wants, his desires
This untouchable entity, creature of a flower
I could come nowhere near, I had absolutely no power.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
HOUSE OF BLUES: Jan 6th @ MIDNIGHT !!
Come see my band perform live tomorrow at the HOUSE OF BLUES @ midnight !! tickets are $10 a piece, buy them at www.spacefunkodyssey.com. HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL THERE !!! <3
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Where Do We Go From Here?
Every morning I wake up with a new dream, a new aspiration, and by nightfall I have done nothing to further those goals.
Where DO I GO FROM HERE?
I think that people underestimate the power of the dream. It consists of the beautiful riches, happiness and scenery of a place and life that purely doesn't exist. It motivates you enough to fantasize about a world that could be yours. Then, later, your fantasy takes you to the reality of the fact that you probably couldn't achieve it if you tired.
Then, even when you try to stand up, you fall back into a dream that distracts you from realizing your failure.
So for both the hopes of a life that could be, to comforting you through the failure of not accomplishing that life.. its still all just a dream.
Where DO I GO FROM HERE?
I think that people underestimate the power of the dream. It consists of the beautiful riches, happiness and scenery of a place and life that purely doesn't exist. It motivates you enough to fantasize about a world that could be yours. Then, later, your fantasy takes you to the reality of the fact that you probably couldn't achieve it if you tired.
Then, even when you try to stand up, you fall back into a dream that distracts you from realizing your failure.
So for both the hopes of a life that could be, to comforting you through the failure of not accomplishing that life.. its still all just a dream.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING BUT ALL OF YOU
Make it last
For someone worthy
Too good to be true
For someone like you
Looking for something pure,
Perfect and whole
What else is there for me to do?
Than sit here
And wait for you.
The morning dew comes
Fog opens up my day two
And I wake up
Thirsty for more…
More of you
Sweet lips that touched
A thousand roses
Wanting this something beautiful
For something like you
Breakdown then I break apart
Scattered across the world
In search of anything close
For anything like you
I can’t seem to run away
For it is not right for me to stay
But still I crave more
For someone, something, anything like you
For someone worthy
Too good to be true
For someone like you
Looking for something pure,
Perfect and whole
What else is there for me to do?
Than sit here
And wait for you.
The morning dew comes
Fog opens up my day two
And I wake up
Thirsty for more…
More of you
Sweet lips that touched
A thousand roses
Wanting this something beautiful
For something like you
Breakdown then I break apart
Scattered across the world
In search of anything close
For anything like you
I can’t seem to run away
For it is not right for me to stay
But still I crave more
For someone, something, anything like you
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
From Seoul, Korea to Sendai, Japan
“Young girl, come with me.”
“Young girl have family plan, you come with me, now only you.”
In the end of an exhausting yet excruciatingly boring twelve hour plane ride, the seatbelt signs went off and I started up and turned to look at my brother behind me. Almost too quickly, a flight attendant pulled me to the front and no less than three people started me towards the center of the airport.
“Young girl, you come with me now. You have family plan.”
At twelve years old and just arriving in Seoul in South Korea, I had already been separated from my fifteen year old brother with people I can even communicate with. (They thought it was a good idea to put me on “accompanied minor” aka “Family Plan” because of my age, and since my brother was already fifteen they didn’t think he needed it. This is the reason why they took me away instead of my brother.) Tears streamed down my face as I ripped my hanging badge from my neck and I sprinted into the arms of my brother and wouldn’t let go.
That night a Typhoon hit and no one was leaving Seoul, Korea. Stuck in a hotel two hours from the airport without being able to communicate with anyone and in the middle of a dangerous area, I swore never to travel again.
Many hours later, being overcharged, taken advantage of, separated and scared, my brother and I finally got to Japan. Not like Tokyo but a little town called Sendai, where everything is beautiful, misty, exotic, and amazing.
My aunt was teaching English to a local high school for two years and my brother and I saw an opportunity to escape our little sheltered village and explore what this world had to offer. (You see, I always wanted to be tough like my brother and being that he wanted to go, I sat and pretended like I wasn’t scared and went, though I was terrified.) Our parents could only really afford two tickets, so it was no option but to travel just us two.
Day two of our stay in Japan and we were already on TV. The mayor had anticipated our visit for about two weeks and we were scheduled to air by day six of our visit. We couldn’t believe it, we felt like celebrities.
Because we were special visitors in that village we had a dinner party at the Mayor’s house and my brother was to have a sleepover with the son and his friends and I with his daughter and her friends. This was only our fourth day in Japan, and already we get separated.
During the day, while my aunt went to work, my brother and I would take walks, explore and chase bugs (they were enormous in Japan). Some days though we would just sit and each sushi pockets and cold noodle on the tiny couch and watch TV. It was always a challenge trying to see the TV through string after string of wet underwear and socks (there were no dryers in small towns like that).
I went to many tourist sites and saw every landmark and tree that needed to be seen but what I remember the most was the people. From walking down the alley way with an old lady grabbing our faces and looking at us like she had never seen a white person before or being invited to the mayors house and watching the kids chase large blue beetles to keep as pets, I had seen a whole different culture I had never seen before.
And even though that trip scared me so bad that I had insomnia for a summer after (apparently my brother thinks the night before flying alone to Japan is a good time to watch “Broken Down Palace”), I am so happy that I got to experience it. Japan is a beautiful and mysterious place I hope to one day return too.
“Young girl have family plan, you come with me, now only you.”
In the end of an exhausting yet excruciatingly boring twelve hour plane ride, the seatbelt signs went off and I started up and turned to look at my brother behind me. Almost too quickly, a flight attendant pulled me to the front and no less than three people started me towards the center of the airport.
“Young girl, you come with me now. You have family plan.”
At twelve years old and just arriving in Seoul in South Korea, I had already been separated from my fifteen year old brother with people I can even communicate with. (They thought it was a good idea to put me on “accompanied minor” aka “Family Plan” because of my age, and since my brother was already fifteen they didn’t think he needed it. This is the reason why they took me away instead of my brother.) Tears streamed down my face as I ripped my hanging badge from my neck and I sprinted into the arms of my brother and wouldn’t let go.
That night a Typhoon hit and no one was leaving Seoul, Korea. Stuck in a hotel two hours from the airport without being able to communicate with anyone and in the middle of a dangerous area, I swore never to travel again.
Many hours later, being overcharged, taken advantage of, separated and scared, my brother and I finally got to Japan. Not like Tokyo but a little town called Sendai, where everything is beautiful, misty, exotic, and amazing.
My aunt was teaching English to a local high school for two years and my brother and I saw an opportunity to escape our little sheltered village and explore what this world had to offer. (You see, I always wanted to be tough like my brother and being that he wanted to go, I sat and pretended like I wasn’t scared and went, though I was terrified.) Our parents could only really afford two tickets, so it was no option but to travel just us two.
Day two of our stay in Japan and we were already on TV. The mayor had anticipated our visit for about two weeks and we were scheduled to air by day six of our visit. We couldn’t believe it, we felt like celebrities.
Because we were special visitors in that village we had a dinner party at the Mayor’s house and my brother was to have a sleepover with the son and his friends and I with his daughter and her friends. This was only our fourth day in Japan, and already we get separated.
During the day, while my aunt went to work, my brother and I would take walks, explore and chase bugs (they were enormous in Japan). Some days though we would just sit and each sushi pockets and cold noodle on the tiny couch and watch TV. It was always a challenge trying to see the TV through string after string of wet underwear and socks (there were no dryers in small towns like that).
I went to many tourist sites and saw every landmark and tree that needed to be seen but what I remember the most was the people. From walking down the alley way with an old lady grabbing our faces and looking at us like she had never seen a white person before or being invited to the mayors house and watching the kids chase large blue beetles to keep as pets, I had seen a whole different culture I had never seen before.
And even though that trip scared me so bad that I had insomnia for a summer after (apparently my brother thinks the night before flying alone to Japan is a good time to watch “Broken Down Palace”), I am so happy that I got to experience it. Japan is a beautiful and mysterious place I hope to one day return too.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Wondering Where it Came From
Sitting at home, with 2 hours left on my clock to fill those minutes with entertainment before Logan comes reving up my street to pick me up and take me to Starbucks to do yet another marathon of homework, I decided to turn on my camera and see what happens.
First take on October 17th, 2008:
"blah blah blah my name is veronica and I make really lame videos on Youtube"
Second take:
"maybe I am just not that cut out for it"
Thrid take:
"what should I do...I can do a cartwheel...or I can..do something my dad told me to do that one time what was it...oh yea FREDS GIRL"
Three lame Youtubes later, with an exception to like one, then my lastest one scored two thousand hits! (Mind you, the most I have ever gotten was like eighty, so two-thousand in one day...I was borderline freaking out)
I am Fred's girl, and I have two more videos to come. So far, so fabulous.
Then onto the inter parts of my brain that need to wake up so I can keep up the subscribers and viewers (apparently other people besides my dad like to watch them too, who would have thunk?)
My dad thinks I am onto something, I might just have to take his word of it.
First take on October 17th, 2008:
"blah blah blah my name is veronica and I make really lame videos on Youtube"
Second take:
"maybe I am just not that cut out for it"
Thrid take:
"what should I do...I can do a cartwheel...or I can..do something my dad told me to do that one time what was it...oh yea FREDS GIRL"
Three lame Youtubes later, with an exception to like one, then my lastest one scored two thousand hits! (Mind you, the most I have ever gotten was like eighty, so two-thousand in one day...I was borderline freaking out)
I am Fred's girl, and I have two more videos to come. So far, so fabulous.
Then onto the inter parts of my brain that need to wake up so I can keep up the subscribers and viewers (apparently other people besides my dad like to watch them too, who would have thunk?)
My dad thinks I am onto something, I might just have to take his word of it.
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