Perhaps you’ve heard it… and perhaps you have not.
Regardless, I definitely recommend listening to this song… and looking into its history. Inspiring.
Asimbonanga (Mandela) — Johnny Clegg & Savuka. <–YouTube : ]
I love it, and if you’re open minded and enjoy inspiring songs/stories… you’ll love it too.
I have to give some serious thanks to James Horner.
His Score for “Titanic” , and also, “The Portrait”... from the unforgettable portrait scene in the film, which is not featured on the actual soundtrack… (But IS featured on the album “Back to Titanic”)…have inspired me since 1997. (WOW that was a long sentence). I have written well over 300 poems while listening to those pieces.
It’s something I never get tired of hearing and something that never ceases to make me FEEL. I love that. I need that.
And, since Titanic is one of my favorite movies, quite possibly my #1, I can listen to the soundtrack and see the movie, scene for scene.
It’s the perfect tragedy.
So thank you, James Horner, for inspiring me for the past 12 years.
Excerpt from “Someone Take Away My Light”
Since I can’t seem to find the inspiration to write anything new, I decided to post an excerpt from something old that captures the same feelings I’m having now, kind of.
Enjoy?
I wish I had the inspiration that I used to feel
Not the fake kind either, I want it to be real
This poem is no where near the level I’d expected
I want my sadness to be resurrected
If not forever then just for a day
So I could say all that I need to say
Because this is my only form of expression
I haven’t taught my final lesson
I haven’t made a difference in someone’s life
Haven’t stopped anyone from taking a knife
That’s always been my dream you know,
To make a difference, to go to show
That I have the potential to be something great
I’m playing a cruel game with fate
It’s given me everything I’ve ever asked for
And taken away something I’d miss even more
My potential
That was essential
In my ultimate plan to be something
Now I have no sad song to sing
No deep words to write
I’m empty, devoid of all inspiration
So if anyone could be my salvation
Show me the way, I know it doesn’t make sense
I want you to put up a fence
Around the happiness, take me away from the light
Let me plunge back into the darkness, where nothing’s alright
Give me back my ink black soul
Take away all my control
It’s ambiguous, believe me I know
It’s crazy, it makes no sense at all
For just one day I want to fall
Back into the girl I used to be
So that just for one more day I can see
All the potential I used to possess
Dig deep into the feelings that I used to repress
And embrace the sadness for just one night
Someone take away my light
5.5.07
I feel like I’ve recently achieved a certain level of complacency. That is not to say I have finally accepted everything to be as it is, but I have become much less bitter towards the world and everything going on in it. I have found acceptance in things that once would have driven me crazy.
In finding this contentment however, I have begun noticing new things to be bothered by. The purpose of this piece is to vent my frustrations, which have been ironically brought about by this newfound sense of acceptance.
First of all, I am so tired of listening to people bitch. I realize of course that is precisely what I am doing now, but bear in mind I would most likely not be doing this if it weren’t for those out there who do it constantly. Honestly I feel like some people view every day as a personal bitchfest. I know a few people with whom I cannot have a single conversation that doesn’t involve bitching about something. And usually, it’s something incredibly irrelevant to the conversation. Don’t get me wrong, everyone needs to vent every now and again, (and I’m all for that, believe me) but does it really need to be an every day event? Isn’t it possible to get through one day without complaining?
Secondly, and this goes along with my first point, I am sick of people who turn everything into a pity-party for themselves. See if you know what I’m talking about here. Example: Normal Person: “Ouch, I just whacked my elbow!” Pity-party person: “You think that’s bad? Last week I stubbed my toe and it STILL hurts! Honestly, I think it must be broken. Oh, and then this morning I woke up and my arm was killing me, it still is actually, I’m surprised I’m able to do anything with it. I’m going to the doctor’s about my foot next week, because I’m sure it won’t be better by then anyway.”
Okay, see what I mean? I know WAY too many people like that. And don’t get me wrong, I’m fairly fond of most of them, but honestly, can we just shut up about you for five minutes? Yes, you’re so much worse off than the rest of us, you poor poor soul. Seriously.
Okay, so that was a weak example, but I suppose it’s the best I could do under the circumstances. I don’t want to give an example too specific lest I strike a nerve with one of those people I do feel a fondness for.
I suppose it does say something about my newfound complacency that I can really only find two things that are irritating me. On any other given day I could easily list ten. I just hope this feeling sticks around because I’m finding it somewhat easier to write. I haven’t felt this ease for many years.
And don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying this is a great piece by any means, I’m not even saying it’s good. But it does FEEL good to just be able to think about something and then write it. I expect this is a jumping off point. It is a charge in my batteries and I hope it lasts for a while, not like those cheap generic batteries that die after a few uses.
