Monthly Archives: July 2013

Róisín Dubh


What sin did you commit to betray your own kind?
What perturbed your soul so deeply, that you scarred your beautiful skin?
Tell me my child, no whisper, who or what did this?

In which shade of the night did your nightmares came true?
Did they feel better? Torturing you until they remained and you fade?
As the blood drips of your shoulder, heart or soul?

What will it take for you to fade away, permanently?
Is there something you can grasp? Something that can save you?
Hold on tight, for the ride is not over…

Paradox


Paradox

All there was


All there was

Dans la création il ya une vie


 

Chicago in the Fall

In creating, there is life. Currently I’m creating musical poetry. In a previous post I explained how I create musical poetry. However, this new piece is titled “November”. I will explain more about this piece when it’s finished, but for now here’s a teaser!

 

Instrumentation: SSAATTBB (for now)
Key: E b Major

 

Mockingbird


You never really understand

The Kiss.


The Kiss.

I dreamt


I dreamt of us smiling without stopping
smiling with no problems
Alone. In peace
I dreamt of us. We were happy.
Away frm here, finally in our home.
I dreamt of you
of you and I
I dreamt and dreamt and I will dream without stopping
for this dream will become reality
I  won’t stop until I can achieve it
because together we’ll beat the odds
and together we shall triumph

I dreamt of the nights
the nights I cried for you
because you weren’t here
because you weren’t there
because distance is a bitch,
a bastard who robs us of our sleep
our peace
our calm
and with only a kiss…
a kiss, is all I need

I dreamt of you
alone, in the darkness
with the past, trying to escape
screaming,
crying
calling out for me…
and here I was
asking, begging
willing to sell my soul to the highest bidder
just so that I could be there & comfort you
so that I could be there & cover you
heal what ails you or
transfer it all to me
so that you can finally heal

And so, I dreamt
of your caress
I dreamt of how perfect you are
even though you say the opposite

I dreamt of you
I dreamt of me
of how perfect we are for each other
even though we fight
even though we know we’re not perfect
but in that imperfect-cy we are one
for I looked for you, and you to me
and finally,
we are together

I dreamt of us
of our future
even though it’s far away, time goes quickly luv
and we’ll finally have what we want:
A house.
Our company.
Our love.

I dreamt of us
of us, smiling without stopping
with problems, but fighting together
in peace

I dreamt of you, and we were happy
away from here
finally, in our home…

Traduction from “Soñé”
-mp

The traveling blogger


The traveling blogger

Soon I will move to Macomb, IL to start my master’s in Western Illinois University. Go Leathernecks! Kind of exciting to see what I may come with in a new space!

 

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Un nouveau départ


This is the last post in the “Murmure dans le vent” series. Here, I shall expose the fourth & final movement of Tchaikovsky’s Serenade for Strings in C Major. The order in the series is as follows: “Murmure dans le vent”, “Dance for me”, and “Faithfully Unfaithful” 

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Écoutez


Hark!

Listen to the sound of my soul
washing over
trickling down
the rocky road

Concentrate!
Pay attention!
Can’t you listen the sound?
A soul spiraling out of control?

Ça commence!
It’s begun!
Let me pour you down
so you can get closer…

Entendre!
pour mon petit cœur (to my little heart)
il bat pour vous (it beats for you)
dans la brume de la pluie  (in (the) mist of the rain)

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