I could just make one wish....
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Trying to Move Forward, Hoping that Life Doesn't Charge Any Baggage Fees
I'm sure that we've all been there. Comfortably trying to move from Life point A to Life point B, and then slowly realizing that the move isn't going as smoothly as it should be. It's a weighted trudge. It's a listless toil. It's crawling progression, realizing that you've barely even moved. And then it hits you.
All the baggage is holding you back.
It is too much to carry. It is too heavy to push. Don't even think about it. Let it go.
All the baggage is holding you back.
It is too much to carry. It is too heavy to push. Don't even think about it. Let it go.
Still thinking about that ex-lover? Still wondering what life might have been like had you finished school? Still nagging yourself about not getting that job promotion you really wanted? Let it go.
We often wonder why we can't move forward in life, but the answer might simply be because we're still holding onto things that are behind us. People that are behind us. Places that are behind us. And if we remember from the days of our youth, walking backwards might be an interesting game for a while, but it's a good way to fall on your ass. Forward minded equals forward moving. So, it's time to let it go.
Stack your ex-husband, previous fling, old job, jealous former friend, depressing town you used to live in, negative self-image, prior transgressions and lingering past sins, in a figurative suitcase in your mind, and then ship it all off to Forgotten. Move on. Discover what it is that makes you a happier, better you, and then strive to be that person. Quit looking back at all your past mistakes as enabling ways to stop trying. Quit making the same old excuses. Becoming stuck in the past will only waste present time. How is that going to help mold the future? It won't.
I finally shipped off my old baggage today. Already, I feel the load getting a bit lighter.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Rare Groove, Jan. 27, 2011
Donnie Hathaway --- For All We Know
If this song doesn't make you envision the true possibility of love, then I don't know what will. One of my all time favorite songs. Had I been able to love like this, I wouldn't have disappointed a handful of truly remarkable women.
Perhaps, maybe one day in the future.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Rare Groove, Jan. 26, 2011
V.V. Brown --- Shark in the Water
I am so in love with V.V. Brown's voice. And this song has that Amy Winehouse vibe to it. Which makes it all good for me. Plus she's sexy as hell...lol
ah, the joy it would be to be that chain string belt thingy....
lmao...perhaps I've said too much
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
Musical Ink: Iron & Wine - Passing Afternoon
sing us poetic songs,
mesmerizing us with your lyrics,
let us trace the length of your melody,
locating the musical ink....
Iron & Wine --- Passing Afternoon
I remember watching that episode of House, M.D., when Amber dies, and really enjoying this song. The sound is so stirring, and the lyrics are amazing. Had to include it here.
The lyrics:
Passing Afternoon
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
------
Such a poetic song.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
mesmerizing us with your lyrics,
let us trace the length of your melody,
locating the musical ink....
Iron & Wine --- Passing Afternoon
I remember watching that episode of House, M.D., when Amber dies, and really enjoying this song. The sound is so stirring, and the lyrics are amazing. Had to include it here.
The lyrics:
Passing Afternoon
There are times that walk from you like some passing afternoon
Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
And she chose a yard to burn but the ground remembers her
Wooden spoons, her children stir her Bougainvillea blooms
There are things that drift away like our endless, numbered days
Autumn blew the quilt right off the perfect bed she made
And she's chosen to believe in the hymns her mother sings
Sunday pulls its children from their piles of fallen leaves
There are sailing ships that pass all our bodies in the grass
Springtime calls her children 'till she let's them go at last
And she's chosen where to be, though she's lost her wedding ring
Somewhere near her misplaced jar of Bougainvillea seeds
There are things we can't recall, blind as night that finds us all
Winter tucks her children in, her fragile china dolls
But my hands remember hers, rolling 'round the shaded ferns
Naked arms, her secrets still like songs I'd never learned
There are names across the sea, only now I do believe
Sometimes, with the windows closed, she'll sit and think of me
But she'll mend his tattered clothes and they'll kiss as if they know
A baby sleeps in all our bones, so scared to be alone
------
Such a poetic song.
Marcus Jamison, the Rare Poet
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