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who grew you
that never knew you?
we all have those
writers, artists, singers,
actors, mentors
that influenced us
even in a tiny way…

Lover/feeling

I fall into his voice
His words
Like a baby nestles
To their mother’s breast
He can croon me to happiness
“Sunny side of the Street”
He can woo me to sway in love
“Have I told you lately that I love you”
He can comfort me with ballads…
“When you wish upon star”
Who doesn’t love
“Maggie May”
Or hear him rocking out
“Hot legs”
Or well up in tears to
“You’re in my heart”
I fell in iconic love with Rod Stewart
During my gangly teen years
Listen to his sultry, sexy voice
Feel your way through his melodies
And you will be encompassed with soft love…
for those of you who know me
i love painting to his tunes
it’s an easy flow
like the tide lapping against
the sandy shore
begging you to dip your toe in
then sit, smile and stay for a while…

Queen/being

“Oh my God the bend and snap works every time…”
Reesie, Reesie, Reesie…
Me love me some Reesie
Legally Blonde I and II are iconic movies
What girl doesn’t try to impress the man she loves
Go to silly extremes to accomplish this task
And then end up seeing his true colors
Only to leave him and become a better person
Reese Witherspoon is beautiful, funny, tough
She portrays strong women in humorous ways
I love the characters she picks
I want to be Elle
Or
Melanie Carmichael
From Sweet Home Alabama
She embraces her blonde silliness
Uses it to her benefit
After all, I heartily agree when she says,
“All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs.”
-Elle Woods
And then
She kills them with kindness and strength
Reesie, Reesie as Lauren in “This Means War”
where Chelsea Handler plays her Bf Trish…
Reese Summarizes in one saweeeet line-
Lauren-Oh, I think I’m going to hell
Trish-Don’t worry. If you are going to hell, I’ll just come pick you up.
And hello, who wouldn’t want Chelsea Handler for BFF?

Magician/thinker


Sway me
Rescue me
Innocence
His characters are magic!
He is stunning in a bad boy way
And as a drunken pirate
Makes you giggle and want to follow
His eyes capture you and place you under a spell
With one look, one word or even a nod
He is magic
In reality his image is grunge gone wild
His words…
“There are four questions of value in life… What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.”
Pure enchantment
“When kids hit one year old, it’s like hanging out with a miniature drunk. You have to hold onto them. They bump into things. They laugh and cry. They urinate. They vomit.”
It seems to me his character Jack Sparrow resembles this remark
I want to live honest and true like this
Awake
Aware
Open
Nonjudgmental
If legends would prove to be true
Then my history of being Fancy Finns The mermaid as a young girl
Would find me under the spell of
Jack Sparrow
“All these beautiful mermaids. Creatures of legend and lore, right in front of me! What an exciting adventure, indeed!”
Splashing into his world
Could only
Enhance my creativity and imagination

Warrior/doing

Great artists-
The masters
Were for the most part not considered so
Until after death
What we give in life
May be too much for reality to accept
We may be on a different level
People thinking us crazy
Many artists suffer depression, anxiety
They live within a world
Their minds eye can see, feel and taste
Vincent Van Gogh’s
Starry Night is one of many of his famous paintings
I want to be within the deep blues which float
His sunflowers bring a smile to my lips
Each time I see them
His stroke-strong, short, pure
Works magic I have yet to discover
He was a warrior who was born into faith and color
His hands always busy, his heart soft, his mind pliable

I leave you with the words of bewitching Josh Groban-


Starry Starry Night
Paint Your pallet blue and grey
Look out on a summers day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
in colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
The would not listen they did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

Starry starry Night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violent haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand

Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now

For They could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that Starry Starry night
You took your life as Lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Like the Strangers that you’ve meet
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lye crushed and broken on the virgin snow

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.
I look at my iconic picks knowing each one
Sits comfortably with my soul
Helping me journey
Along my canvased path
If people do not know me in this lifetime
“Perhaps they never will”