what can i say? i'm an eccentric woman.

got more soul

than a sock

with a hole.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Meldazy


I was on my way home one night and I saw the street sign MELDAZY...
I knew I had to write something about it, put my own meaning to that word and let it fly. So I did. Bizack. Guess who ran from the dome?

Meldaz(e)y

Bedazzle and daze
Flying, soaring away
In my mind in my eyes
The space covers the shade
Chillin under a tree
Apple falls into my hand from gravity
Solved an age old mystery,
are you hearing me skyy
Listening, open up your ears wide

I feel lazy lying on this gravy grass
With myself no one else in this sun so crass
Off-beat back-beat, bring it back no beat
Just keys just fill it in my thelonius spree
Little birds sing softly, nice tune
In the jazzy june sunny side up afternoon
Pipes so fueled, gems so jeweled
Breathing in the air, exhaling on a muse

Musical overdosin…

Endless Oceans bring a chilly breeze
Never escapes me
Cold and shivers through my body
Resting on my skin, smooth
No ends loose
Fast forward in blue
Mix it up on the moon
Fresh selecting craters from the root
Weightless, wipsy, film in the timeless bottomless boundless room

Floating in the space of my psyche
Call me mad crazy
Lazy dreaming on a Saturday 'noon
Loopy light long night miles away
I call it meldazy

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

it's getting late...

It’s getting late…

It’s getting late

Late...
And I have yet to see you
It’s getting late
And my heard can’t find you
My mind cannot bear
To see you not there
Beside me
Please

It’s getting late
And I’m still waiting for your call
It’s getting late
I’m going nowhere at all
But should I, should I stay here and dream
Believe in the possibilities
Or let go
Of you

It’s getting late…

It’s getting late….
The clock has stopped its ticking
The light is dim
I guess you’re just a sweet memory
Missed…