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Hello everyone. It’s time for another cover. This one goes out to the lovely and artistic Benjamin. He’s also a wonderful writer. He kind of has a bad boy vibe going but in a sensitive way. If you get a chance check out his blog at https://benjaminprewitt.com/
You’ll love it.
And now for the song My version of Dusty Springfield’s “You Don’t Have to Say You Love Me
https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/you-dont-have-to-say-you-love-me
Hello lovely people. Below is my latest cover. This is dedicated to the dashing and dapper Mr. Modigliani If you aren’t follow him, shame on you. If you enjoy erotic poetry, beautiful art and insightful musings, his weblog is for you and you and you and yes, even you.
https://mrmodigliani.wordpress.com/
and now for my caterwauling
https://soundcloud.com/tosha-michelle2020/take-it-easy
and for some real coolness
Borrowing a musical page from my friend. Casey. Have a lovely weekend everyone.
If you’re going to love,
love wilfully and wildly,
like a leaf on the wind
soaring out,
with abandon.
Burn yourself through
for passion.
Make an altar of greater than.
Praise longing and
its insanity
Love bold men,
the ones like red umbrellas
with strong wooden
handles, and a fancy inscription,
big and deep, that makes you
feel like the daintiest
of ladies out for an
afternoon stroll,
his sheltering arms
keeping out the misty rain.
Let every idea you have
be love.
Study him like
you would the curve
of the horizon.
Follow your instinct,
lose the pattern.
Go where he goes.
Don’t let the sun disappear.
Let it swell
and put him first,
draw him closer,
until he believes in you
and the sky trembles
when you touch.
Fall
Fall
into his eyes, his thighs,
the pulse of his being.
Fall into ripeness, rightness,
until time is stripped away,
and your soul is cast in
forethought. Forethought
brushed in red and heat.
Never to be an afterthought.
If you’re going love, love
willfully and wildly until
you are spent, until the stars
shatter over the white tips
of pillowcase as two lovers
fall out of God’s mouth into
rapture.
-Tosha Michelle
He’s that something to lean
on that doesn’t give away
under the weight of my fears.
He receives my light and
returns it.
He unlocks my secrets and hides
the key.
Into his ears he listens as I speak
my demons in an inexhaustible
language.
For once I’m not afraid of the wind
breaking my flowerpots.
He pulls my hands away from
my eyes and encourages me
to look at the beauty of the sky.
He takes my hand and we follow
the blue bird into the woods.
My soul lights up with every
sways of the tree branches.
I breathe in the golden air.
Knowing it will linger on
even if there is a change in
the atmosphere.
Let the wind announce rain.
Let it stick to my hair, muddy
my feet.
I’ll just slip closer to his light,
closer to his arms, back to
dreams where the world opens
endlessly for me.
Tosha Michelle
I bet this time of night you’re still up.
I bet you’re tired from a long hard week.
I bet you’re sitting in your chair by the window looking out at the city.
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me.
And I just wanna tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you.
And I wish I could run to you.
And I hope you know that every time I don’t
I almost do,
I almost do.
“Almost Do” Taylor Swift
He makes my heart leap
But i’m so very careful of the rocks
In the distance I see the lush
greenness of the vineyard.
The roots true. The vines ripe
Do I have faith in the landscape?
It still looks abstract from here.
I walk on with my shoes of hope
wearing clear blue skies and a
thawed out soul.
Still I worry about a change in
the weather, falling into a ravine
My spirit like a sacred dare
challenges me to forget my fears,
to journey on deeper into what
could become less or more.
His voice in the distance
permeates my darker self until
all I see is sunlight.
Who can say what dust will bring?
Wine or a cloud spun our of
misguided fate?.
For now the light glimmers
How freeing it is branching
it’s way out into the unknowns.
-Tosha Michelle
My thanks to the Anthony for the poem dedication. If you aren’t following him, you’re missing out on some stellar writing, photography, and music. Oh and most importantly, his ongoing romance with Jersey girl. If you think his poem for me was lovely., check out his amazing verse for his girl….so beautiful and romantic. Sigh worthy stuff.
Follow him and the yellow brick road, but mostly him. Hope everyone has a wonderful weekend.
https://runawayamericandreamsite.wordpress.com/2016/07/27/show-me-some-discipline/
My voice is a tiny grain
in his skull to be devoured
by vultures or fertilized by madness.
Evey morning as I rise I
pay homage to his stony
face. I read novels into
his stature that never moves
He never remembers anything
beyond his well preened shoes
I type with one eye open well
into the day. In stillness,
he stares narratives through me
Frantically , I write nightmares
in bold font until I am spent.
At midnight I place him back under glass.
My eggs firmly stored in his basket.
They said, “I bet they’ll never make it.”
But just look at us holding on
We’re still together, still going strong
(you’re still the one)
You’re still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You’re still the one I want for life
(you’re still the one)
You’re still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You’re still the one I kiss good night
-Shania Twain lyrics
My cover for The Lonely Author and his wife Allie, Anthony and Jersey girl, John and Terry
Everything I Never Told You 