Feel the Rush

 

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I’m like a fireball

Blazing down that highway

80 miles an hour

Nothing gonna stop me

And if you think it’s the law

That’s going to stop me now

I’ve got news for you

I’m outta this town

Drop the mic

 

Fire-Us

The fire in my eyes

Says I want you more than ever

I’ll never let go, even in stormy weather

My life is incomplete

Without you to inspire

Baby, you’re my number one

My fire-us desire

Chorus:

Fire-us desire

Gonna take me higher

Fire us desire

The dreamscape’s choir

Fire us desire

Can’t shake off the longing

Fire us desire

Please don’t say the wrong things

 

Now I’m calling, texting you

Every single night

Hoping that you answer

And make my happiness right

Cause I feel a little lost

And falling into fire

And you are my compass

My fire-us desire

(Chorus)

And when the world crumbles down

I’ll still be around

To help you through the pain

Because we belong together

It was written in the stars

Let’s get off this broken planet

And live forever…on Mars

 

An original song

Storybook

We only have so much time
To make the best of our lives
Why sit and worry about tomorrow
When today will do just fine?

You know I’ve been holding back
For such a long, long time
And now the time has come
To begin my epic climb

Because I’m going to love you
I’m going to break free
I’m going to show you
How much a man I’ll be

Fear’s no longer in my way
I’m breaking down the door
My destiny awaits
Time waits no for me more

In every story
There’s a beginning and an end
But in real life, it is always
Being penned

There’s so much left to do
And I’m already come so far
So come along with me
And we’ll shoot for the stars

And I hope you love me too
That’s my wish for sure
You’ll be a perfect conclusion
After 50 chapters more

Take my hand
Let’s run through the snow
You know it doesn’t matter
If you end up getting cold

Because I’ll be cold as well
Oh, I’ll be cold as well

But now I see that the
Storybook ending
I’ve always wanted won’t come true
I’ve hit a snag, it’s a slow drag
What am I left to do?

Oh, oh yeah

What am I left to do?

Carpe Diem

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I’ve always wanted a drone quadricopter like this that can shoot beautiful HD video, ever since it became a must have thing during the past year. It would be neat to fly it over a vast landscape and capture stunning cinematic shots of the countryside. In stores, it is a little out of my price range but I had to take a picture of the one under a plexiglass case just to admire it everyday. This picture reminds me of one of those scenes in movies where a kid peers in a shop window and sees the newest and latest piece of technology that all the kids in school are buzzing about. He dreams of all the fun he can have with it and how he will be the envy of his peers but then sees the price tag and his heart sinks. The eagerness to get his hands on this product fuels his motivation to find a way to save up money for it. He asks his parents if they would get it for him and they obviously say it’s too expensive. Through odd jobs, the boy eventually saves up enough money for the contraption and is obviously very excited. In the end though, the opportunities to use the drone are limited because of privacy concerns and the neighbor’s dog having a fit over it. It becomes more of a novelty item than anything useful where the boy stands.

“Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary.”

That’s a famous quote from “Dead Poets Society”, said by Robin Williams who plays an English teacher named John Keating (an intentional reference to John Keats, the famous poet?) It basically means to stop holding back and just go for it. Make your dreams come true anyway you can. Don’t always take the worn out path traveled by many. It’s a quote that I admire because of its simplicity and strength. Like the drone that can fly high into the sky and capture the environment without the limitations of human support, a person’s dreams can reach their full heights if they put the limitations and fears out of their minds and just go for it. “Carpe diem, seize the day” is the tagline of my Instagram account.

The chorus of the song “Heartbeat Song” by Kelly Clarkson has been stuck in my head for the past couple of days, ever so faintly, so the inspired haiku below:

This heartbeat I hear

Negativity is outweighed

A song that wakes me


Daily Prompt: Earworm

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.

Something New, Something Fried

Daily Prompt: Final Trio


For the first time, I am writing my blog from a location other than my home state. That’s right, I am in Wisconsin right now, visiting the older sister in Janesville (and many of you probably have never heard of this place). On our rather uneventful trip here, Emily’s iPod touch was connected to the car stereo and playing her set of songs, some I totally liked, others that were “meh”, but the song I probably loved the most during that trip was “Enter Sandman” by Metallica. I found myself singing along to some of the catchy lyrics and tapping my foot along to the uplifting, powerful beat. It’s an oldie (I would say anything older than 20 years qualifies) but still a goodie.

On an unrelated tangent…

There are days when I feel like waking up and making a nice healthy breakfast, complete with my now habitual over easy, fried eggs, two slices of slightly toasted bread topped with peanut butter, a glass of milk, and maybe some sausage or bacon on the side if it is available in our freezer of icy epic proportions (I put a leftover Frosty from Wendy’s in there last night and in the morning it was frozen solid like a rock – I placed it in the fridge to thaw out and will probably be a liquid by the time I get home from Wiscy in three days).

When the meal is prepared, I usually take my plate and head into the living room, using a bar stool as my eating surface. Turning my attention to the flat screen sitting in an entertainment stand about the size of a single bookcase, I always see the same shows on in the morning, the old-time classics on MeTV. Because of our limited number of channels on free antenna television, my television watching is like a bookcase with just a couple books on the shelf that I just keep pulling off, reading, putting back up, and then repeating again (for about three years now).

As I sit there pleasantly enjoying my modest meal, one or both of my cats come up to me, looking up at my food that must seem so much better to them than the old cat food in their dish. They occasionally will try to sniff at the food and have that begging look in their little black eyes. These cats don’t seem to know when they are hungry; they just eat out of pure instinct or whenever there is something juicy dangling in font of them. I occasionally will tease them, waving something tasty in front of them such as an egg, watching Goldie jump up at it, his eyes darting back and forth curiously, while my quick reflexes pull the poultry out of harms way (except for one time when Goldie swatted at the egg and successfully managed to drop it to the floor for a nice snack with Blackie joining in the lapping as well).

It’s days like this that I wish I had more people to converse with, more freedom to explore the world, to meet new and interesting people, join in worthwhile activities, instead of trying to find some sort of inspiration in my walled garden life. Rarely do I move outside the walled garden. Okay, maybe it’s not quite an enclosed garden where I don’t have access to certain things – I have opportunities to reach the high luxuries of life but have not had the means to find ways to reach them. With a very tight budget, getting my hands on the latest greatest technology, seeing movies when they first hit theaters, ordering the best, most expensive item on the menu just is not feasible. That’s what I call my walled garden or rather a garden that has a bunch of doors I have to get through by solving the combination locks in order to progress to freedom. Once I reach the final level, get through the final door, I will be able to live my life with very little restrictions, not have to worry about money, or wondering whether my dreams will stay just that – dreams. That’s the dream – to finally have all my ducks lined up in a row and have my life operating smoothly. To do anything and go anywhere I want because I have worked to make those opportunities possible, to have the financial leeway to do so.

Getting back to something cracked and fried, after I am done with my skimpy breakfast, I usually rinse the dish off in the sink and place it upside down out of a habit that I have gotten into, a sort of pet peeve.

Then there really isn’t much to do except open up my laptop again and either do some more needed brain exercises with my blog writing, edit some footage I took with my video camera, touch up some photos, or check out Facebook or Twitter once in a while, the latter being where I might find something I can contribute to and hopefully have some reciprocation from the Twittersphere, some much needed recognition for the work I put into cramming some great thoughts of mine into 140 characters or less. My thoughts on the #SonyHack? Just cowboy up and release the movie, see if the hackers are really serious about their threats or will be too cowardly to take any action once they realize we aren’t scared of them. Aren’t we the home of the free and the brave after all? Hopefully no one in East Asia is reading this because my front door is always left unlocked…and I’m not home.

0427 Incredible Egg


And after all the time taken to write this, I find out that it didn’t even post to the Daily Prompt grid. Damn pingbacks acting up again.

Madness

You’re asked to recite a poem (or song lyrics) from memory — what’s the first one that comes to mind? Does it have a special meaning, or is there another reason it has stayed, intact, in your mind?


Currently on a never ending loop in my head is “Madness” by Muse…because I just listened to the song a few hours ago. As I was checking out some groceries at the store, a fresh salad in hand getting ready to meet my taste buds for the first and final time, I hummed some of the lyrics that were skipping jump rope with my syntax waves. By the time this post is published and has circulated many parts of the world, there will be another song in my head, tugging rope with the quiet switch of my brain, winning single handedly. Madness is there because I had the madness to download the song, out of a selfish need, and stick it in my phone’s digital brain, who is now at the mercy of playing the song on my request and having the electronic notes pulse through its circuit boards like electric blood. Elle Gee loves when the song is played, but the other songs currently enjoying their long time membership in my Hall of Tunes want nothing to do with the Muse hit because of its ability to knock the other songs out cold when it is played. Even the battery wants to kick the door open and leap out, tired of working it self to supply energy like a slave to Elle Gee.

The special thing about this song to me is its ability to tap into my most confined emotions, bringing up past memories of sadness and happiness. It’s very motivational. Did I mention it is absolutely awesome? It’s also very catchy and one of the many songs that my mind picks up and likes to play with for hours or even days – until something finally knocks it out of the way and claims its dominance as the “Tattered Song of the Day”. Matthew Bellamy’s shouting of lyrics at the top of his lungs near the end is what makes the song very well crafted and irresistible. I skipped choosing to recite a poem because, other than on WordPress, I don’t read or write poetry and surely reciting or memorizing one is tedious and boring and will not be catchy at all for me. They can’t skip rope like the songs that play in my head. They don’t have legs. They aren’t out there staying over at Radio’s house, reserving a seat at Spotify, saying “Pick me! Pick me!” over at iTunes, or jumping like fleas from satellite to satellite. Poems mostly stay rooted in one spot unless some literature buff decides to pull one out like an obscene body part, showing it to the world and how great it is. Poems are for quiet time listening; music is for anytime listening. I rest my case.


Daily Prompt 11/5/14