This song makes me so nostalgic. If you grew up in the Sourh during the 80s it might just resonate with you too. I sent this to my brother. The second verse is so him. Happy Sunday.❤️
“Oh, you think I’m talking crazy
In a different language you might not understand
Oh, that’s alright
That’s just the kind of life that made me who I am
Just taking my mind on a visit
Back in time ’cause I miss it
You wouldn’t know to love it like I love it
Unless you lived it
And man, I lived it”
Let the sunshine caress you,
as if it were a lover.
Live today like it is everything
you have.
Don’t be afraid to let the wind
bend you.
Feel the tenderness of the garden.
Take in the color, scent,
and aliveness of the flowers blossoming.
Let the sky’s blue direct you.
between what’s your’s and what’s their’s Feel the richness of the grass
under your feet.
Let nature be the cure that relieves you. If only for a moment, be well
-Tosha Michelle
and another song by The Maine Yep, still om that music kick 🙂
We are always in the midst
of letting go of something
or someone.
Untying knots
Finger by finger.
Watching as the leaf whirls
in the wind across the grass
into the air.
The sky opaque resists.
We keep searching for
what might have been,
not realizing the beauty in
what is or could be.
The scent of his cologne.
The strong arm around
your shoulder.
His finger around a lock
of your hair.
The uninterrupted gaze that
you missed while your eyes
were on another.
The gift of rapt attention.
You finally see the light’s
transformation in the beauty
of his eyes.
Looking back no more at
the unintended one.
Just a imitation you
mistook as real.
Only stars in your head
after a fall.
The possibilities of love
become endless when
there’s hope of being love
in return
The eve of a new beginning
Giving birth to the life
you were meant to live.
-Tosha Michelle
Dedicated to Jane and Niles.
On days that should be remembered for
their cold rain, because of you all I see
is the sun breaking through.
You wrap me in a wool coat
and we wander through years of experience-
heartache, loss, hearty elms
and wilted vines.
Our friendship knotted with the binding
thread work of love.
We are the roses on the vines
Always pausing as another
flower is cut from our lives.
Knowing in the end none
of us is spared.
We walk on hand in hand.
The light of day disperses.
The light of our friendship
never shutters, never wavers.
The tint of the years fades details.
Age will eventually tint the nuances
but time can’t touch our souls.
Our heart won’t forget.
Thank you for always being
the one constant sky
I have prayed for.
-Tosha Michelle
Listen to You ve Got a Friend2 by Tosha Michelle 2020 #np on #SoundCloud
If you can’t leap
then fall.
Correlate. Equate.
Arrange. Rearrange
Be an apprentice of the years.
Sometimes breathing is in the
spinning as the still world passes.
It not the heavens that matter,
but how you soar through them.
Teach your broken spirit
how to navigate landmines.
Remember that yesterday is just as
relentless as tomorrow.
Your griefs and sorrows are not
the worst of griefs and sorrows.
Find hope in pain. The new pain,
the old pains that returns.
Teach your heart to be sensitive
to the music of your bones.
Don’t be afraid to tear your
skin away and begin again.
Don’t become immune to
the overwhelming.
Listen to your nude soul’s intuition
Let your mind await instruction.
Don’t concern yourself with the
breakable dawn.
Use your talents, the seeding
of grain to nurture survival.
You are the boat, the canopy,
the light, the decree.
Remember the eternal sleep,
the erasure, always lurks
in the shadows,
ready to loosen souls
and carry us toward some
unspecific light.
Life is all in the choosing.
Come September, come
December, then April
For today, choose to live.
Choose to be.
-Tosha Michelle
The beautiful edgy woman
with the death stare
is sure I’m a one way door.
The all American girl,
a one shot deal in
illuminated skin.
She would never suspect
that I drink in
crows like the sky,
that I find clarity in chaos.
that I drowned Barbie
in a pool of cement,
that I may look like a black and white
1950’s candy sweet darling.
But inside my heart wears
leather, tattoos, a storm brews
beneath my skin.
The years giving me
color and form.
taking me from
red blush to blood red.
as summer turns to fall.
Underscoring the
damp edges of my soul.
Finally, growing
into my backbone.
I’m the other side of her
projection now.
A soul reborn feral.
Finding beauty in asymmetry.
Nurtured by rainfall that pools
into darkness.
Filing my nails on thorns.
Naive Southern Belle no longer.
The nightingale turned
into a raven with teeth.
-Tosha Michelle
sometimes you just need a feel good tune. Plus, I’m a little bit country and a little bit rock and roll, like the song. Oh, and I threw in a sunset too 💕
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