Happy Saturday. I saw where Katharine McPhee was engaged to David Foster and it reminded me of this song. Really liked it back in the day. Catchy tune. Hey, whatever happened to Taylor Hicks? This post brought to you by the year 2007 and a short blonde with an adorable face 😜xx
“Moving on and it’s my time. You never were a friend of mine. Hurt at first, a little bit But now I’m so over I’m so over it”
I am not she.
The view is not the same.
I sit by roses but don’t
see the thorns.
Even after all these years,
still full of the blush
of wonder
My air is warm, fragrant.
My heart speaks of
watercolor nights and
a breathless yearning.
I’m wild for you, but not
afflicted. I recite charms
through verse and song
by a bending light.
I speak in sunlight even
when the cumuli
starts to gather. Lying
face down in the grass.
Hope imprinted on my cheek.
My heart bleeds in syntax.
Just a gleaming of my
streaming soul. Writing what
touches me best.
Love. Fear. Happenstance.
A trembling mind.
The punctuation peppered
with sea salt and caramel.
I steadfastly sit by the ocean
as the boats drift away.
I choose to contend with the
wind. Making a symphony
with the air.
Chopin playing against
the elements and tide.
Never just a passing note,
or a mere flash of a melody
burning or receding.
Here the pitch rings a psalm
of stormy serenity, a
rain-cleansed sun in a
perpetual state of grace.
The perverse strength
of fragility and hazel eyes.
-Tosha Michelle
My cover of “Almost Lover”
https://m.soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/almost-lover
Have a great 4th ❤️
Happy Saturday, lovely ones. Tucker (the rock star cat) and I were listening to Adele last night, when the tune below came on, he crawled up in my lap. It made me laugh. I have a weird sense of humor. Here’s thr song. One of my favorites. Might do a cover of it one of these days. I’d have to be feeling really brave or really drunk though. Ha! Hope you all have a wonderful weekend.
“I will leave my heart at the door
I won’t say a word
They’ve all been said before you know
So why don’t we just play pretend
Like we’re not scared of what’s coming next
Or scared of having nothing left”
Sometimes we just have to
tap our foot at the life we have
like we would to a familiar tune.
Sometimes there seems to
be a halfway point between
where you’ve been and where
you want go. But you’re stuck
on the side of the road where
the landscape looks dead, but
still you find some pretty in the trees
and that song in your head.
You sing full-lunged as you
toe tap down the highway.
And for a moment it doesn’t matter
what came before or what came after.
You don’t think about where you live
or where supper comes from.
You aren’t concerned with hunger or restlessness.
You just keep going forward, windswept and hope kept,
all too ready to be struck by something reckless,
something mad. Something so intensely hot
it could strike you dead.
-Tosha Michelle
What happens in the chamber
of a narrow mind?
Does the air grow thin?
Does the dim light flicker?
What would happen if
a door opened?
If they dared to look beyond it? If they viewed the world as it is, cracked but not broken?
If they acknowledged not only voices that speak with the loudest inflections, but those small voices that bend?
Imagine if they saw liberty as
not just a ruse but something
that belongs to everyone?
The axis of the Earth not
just them, but you and me too.
-Tosha Michelle
And on an unrelated music note.
A video of yours unruly feeling a bit unwell but always goofy. Also a song just because
If there’s one thing I love almost as much as poetry it’s dresses. Today I give you my fashion sense and a song. New poem coming soon. 💕 Happy Sunday y xx
And one of my favorite songs
“Come on, and we’ll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down, watch the world around fly by us
Come on, and we’ll try, one last time
I’m off of the floor one more time to find you’
“We’re like Romeo and Juliet
We’re like 40 dogs; cigarettes
We’re like good times that haven’t happened yet, but will
And I can tell you where we’re gonna be
When the whole world falls to the sea:
We’ll be living ever after, happily”
Sometimes we have
to move beyond the full
length mirror, the curled
hair, the made up face,
the audience waiting
for a grand illusion.
We’re all an imperfect play,
hoping someone will take
note of the things we leave
out. See beyond the war paint
and hot iron, and find enchantment
in a confusing plot. We want someone
to love our secrets, our darker selves as they
tumble off the stage, stained
crimson from the fall, to love
our grief, our less than moments
where we dance over our own shadow, into chaos.
Someone who’d traded their own conflicts
and essentials with us, take our hand,
pull us up, and show us something generous,
pure and beautiful.
Incomplete, but together we
walk into the night,
all our bitter truths in the wind.
We journey on, our own fallen civilization
of happenstance romance. Finally, understanding
this is love, this is love the way the broken do it.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 