I wrote a song...

I'm an amateur guitar player who needs new strings and hasn't played much in a month...hah...and I sort of messed up toward the end, oh well!
I'll record a better version sometime,here's the rough draft.

 video --->  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1q5M9fvHrHE

I remember sunshine, in December
Walked through the snow, to see me,
Removed all your clothes, to warm me,
You sang me a song, and kissed me

But it's over..
Your heart had frozen over...
September never seemed much colder...
It's really over...

I remember darkness, in September,
Walked through hell, when you left me,
Removed all your love, so quickly,
You broke my soul and hurt me....

Effortlessly, I adore this endlessly...
When I walk up the stairs, I know you'll never go there.
Looking down below, I'm comforted to still know,
I am up here on my own.

 Was shown this music video...Very interesting! and found the other one...Sort of strange, but those two songs seem all too familiar...At least I'm not alone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY

http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=zaJH2Oq27OY

" The Hopkinton Spirit "

Wriiten by my Grandmother Margaret.


There's a "Spirit" in Hopkinton,
That will always prevail.
It always has and always will.
It is present without fail!

Its' a Spirit of Love'
Of pride in our home town.
One thing we all agree on
Its' the "best town" around!

You feel it in the Churches,
As you worship each Sunday.
You sense it in your neighbors,
As you listen to what they say.

Its' present in the schools, 
On the playing fields too.
Its' pride in the Boston Marathon,
Shared by both the old and the new!

Even if we sometimes
Seem to disagree
"The Hopkinton Spirit" will survive,
Just you wait and see.


Wonder if Poetry is hereditary! She's a much more positive writer than I. 

My bloodline divided, no ties of my own,
I struggled to endure strife, to find a safe home.
I longed for shelter and solace,
None of this mattered without my children.

Your gonna fail, you can't do this on your own,
Were the opinions of the people I trusted.
I was weakened by my ordeals, but within myself was a will to begin. 
I walked through hail and the knives that were thrown,
Ignored all the critics that thought I was wrong. 
I couldn't let myself just fall, plummet to the deep end and ignore what I was,

It was important to be strong and not give in,
Push myself over the limits...Accomplish the list I had written...
The pain and suffering I have felt, is an imprint that I'll never forget.

The blessing from this all, is a peace from independence not many have known,
Simple problems that people have faced, are a smudge of my lipstick I can easily wipe away....


I respect myself in a different light, that once lonely girl is no longer afraid,
My strength and devotion has inspired me to believe, I am worthy. 

Picking up this scattered mess, going back to the place I regret,
The garbage isn't gone, it's thrown against the walls,
Fear of giving in to a place I cannot go, fear of falling back into sinister ways.
Wonder what is left after I clean up this mess. 

There's no peace at home when your brain cannot sleep, no silence when my children bound me with anxiety.

Dear Russian spies,



Please stop trying to hack my blog.

Unintentional avidity, unexpected fixation....
With prosperity in my hands I find reconciliation in myself. 
Aware of my convictions, I procrastinate...
Taking a view from these blue glass windows,
I see what I used to beam. 

My morning with Connor...

My charming darling laughs and questions my smile,
He listens to my poetry and compliments the sound.

The morning daylight reveals his creative imagination,
his intelligence demonstrates his inquisitive patience.

The cold fall air brings chills to my bones, the train in the night shakes my porch..
Moonlight carries the stars in a way, where the street lamps have no purpose. 
The fire red trees sway in the dark, the train still calls in the distance.
Drawn into your conversation, forgetting my breath is shown..
Lose the feeling of my finger tips, my face turned numb...

Candle light shines my room, unaccompanied stillness brings me peace..
The chaos of what is behind myself, fills the void with discernment.

Poem written by Li Ch'ing-chao

"Thoughts from the women's quarter"

 She smiles as she pushes aside
The curtain embroidered with water lilies,
And leans her perfumed cheek
Against the precious duck incense burner.
She gently rolls her eyes as he begs her
To tell him what she is thinking about.

After he has gone,
Her flirtatious face becomes pensive
And radiates the essence of beauty.
She fills half a page
With endearing reproaches,
And sends him her most intimate thoughts.
She makes an assignation,
"Come to me again when the moon
Moves the flowers shadows."

When I fell asleep I didn't realize my dream would become real,
That the hours I was sleeping were moments of the day I was living,
The bright pink skies depicted of what I thought was my imagination,  
The man with the green eyes was a true infatuation who walked by my side...

I ran on what I thought were clouds, but it was air beneath my feet,
I pummeled through a forest, but it was only my tragedy,
I watched my heart die, a dagger gore fest like scene,
My insides were squeezing into a tight fisted way...

The reality was harsh, it was too horrid to be true, 
If I didn't think twice I never expected this from you,
The nightmare is now, I have to wake up from the grief...
These feelings of sorrow are an echo from our history. ..

I come off as pathetic and selfish...
To an audience of who I'd give my everything...

The show is now over, commence on with the next dream.