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Retouching The Mystic
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Retouching The Mystic |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
Retouching The Mystic By: Nadia Lockheart 1/14/15 Rummaging through bags, of hand-me-downs, and vintage JC Penney magazines… …pairing floral scarves, with zig-zagged tops, and ripped skinny jeans… …climbing trees, in pointy high heels, is something most won’t understand… …but there’s something, about being a middle child, that rouses any grandstand… . . . Sometimes you never know, when a special song, wafts through that door… …you damn well, should sparkle anytime, and every time forsworn… …some spend lifetimes, waiting for songs with words, that they’re afraid to say… …and though some days pass, without a song in your heart… …you sing anyway… . . . Sometimes you’re pretty sure, life just zooms up on you, and gave you a big high five… . . …sometimes you’re hyperventilating, and you’re reminded, it’s not because you’re afraid to die… . . …you say you’re no doctor, no scientist, who can come up with a remedy… . . …but maybe, just maybe, I can be a voice, a crescendo that carries… . . …much like that middle child, who kept everyone on their toes, that comes without warning, like a plate of marshmallows… …handed to you, on a little silver tray, with your breakfast, and a fresh-picked rose… . . . Sometimes you never know, when a special song, wafts through that door… …you damn well, should sparkle anytime, and every time forsworn… …some spend lifetimes, waiting for songs with words, that they’re afraid to say… …and though some days pass, without a song in your heart… …you sing anyway… . . . …and when it feels like, you’re losing hours, because it looks early, but the day’s almost gone… . . …and you don’t feel like that girl, smiling in that picture, because you were jumping puddles, hither and yon… . . …when you strain to attain, the highs of “The Barber of Seville”, but your lungs are screaming, “Vissi d'arte!”, from Puccini’s Tosca… . . …know all blues, are crooned, from feeling, finesse and fear… …and while it lasts, you are the music, a Cowlitz county fair chanticleer… … the next Edita Gruberová, deft as a zephyr, on the Sandy River Bridge, your hair kissed with violet… I’ve been thinking of you, too, and what “Quiet Moments”, can lend color to, now lift us, retouching the mystic… . . . Sometimes you never know, when a special song, wafts through that door… …you damn well, should sparkle anytime, and every time forsworn… …some spend lifetimes, waiting for songs with words, that they’re afraid to say… …and though some days pass, without a song in your heart… …you sing anyway… . . …you sing anyway… . . "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
enjoyed...james |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
this is just dandy, loved the images produced! well done, this is great. Love is the life of the soul... |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
quote: I've spent much of life listening to and searching out songs. Songs that somehow reach into this dark soul of mine and shine some light. When I look at humanity as a whole and see so much ugly I am always fascinated by the even more powerful beauty we can passionately achieve in our arts. Asked once if I'd rather be deaf or blind I, without hesitation said "blind." For no beauty in this world that my eyes have seen comes anywhere close to what I have heard in song. Michael |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
I don't know if you or Nadia or you as Nadia wrote this but it is delicious. Being born to the middle and then add between two boys,I can understand a little but did not bother to wait for my song.I took life as it was handed and made a crooked path.It's not ended yet but I know my song is waiting. I think the title is Swan song. With feathers down I will take what comes. best to you, jo |
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RedStoneEB Senior Member
since 2003-06-08
Posts 772uk |
i'm a middle child and i know the feeling of the hand me downs, feelings of alot of other things too cos whilst the first child and the third child get the longest attention you merely get afew short moments, to experience what they got years to experiene depending on the age gaps. good write brings back memories. |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Well written Nadia.  |
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