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" There's more to me"
(Verse 1 )
Come here boy is what "I said"
I want to take you places
But not to bed
Not messing with your head (your head)
Just want to get to know you
There's a lot of things that I can show you
Not moving to fast
Just at a steady pace
Not trying to trying to put up everything at stake
Enough on my plate
I'm almost done
I want a beautiful friendship
Let's have some fun
(Chorus)
There's more to me
Than what you see
Don't focus on
Just the intimacy
Let's enjoy each other
Each and everyday
This is not a game
No rules to play(no rules to play)
I want you and you want me
But is it certainty
In the end we will find out
What getting to know each other is all about
(Verse 2)
Come to my place
Let's chill
I want to get to know
On the real
I want to know you inside out
Well here's a pen and paper
Come figure it out
I really like you
That's a fact
No disrespect I don't get down like that (like that)
Take your bat hit a home run
I was talking about baseball
What were you thinking Hun?
Me +you = fun
Taking walks up under the sun
There's more to me that you don't know
I'm figuring you out too so tell me oohhhhhhh
(Chorus)
There's more to me
Than what you see
Don't focus on
Just the intimacy
Let's enjoy each other
Each and everyday
This is not a game
No rules to play(no rules to play)
I want you and you want me
But is it certainty
In the end we will find out
What getting to know each other is all about
(Hook)
I'm not like others
Don't judge a book
By its cover
Open it up
And read it
Don't scan through it
You get cheated
Don't repeat it
I mean the same steps
It's elevations you made need help
You not in it by yourself it could be us
Boy no need to play
I am done what else can I say
There's more to me
Than what you see
Don't focus on
Just the intimacy
Let's enjoy each other
Each and everyday
This is not a game
No rules to play(no rules to play)
I want you and you want me
But is it certainty
In the end we will find out
What getting to know each other is all about
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
2/25/2015
" There's more to me"
(Verse 1 )
Come here boy is what "I said"
I want to take you places
But not to bed
Not messing with your head (your head)
Just want to get to know you
There's a lot of things that I can show you
Not moving to fast
Just at a steady pace
Not trying to trying to put up everything at stake
Enough on my plate
I'm almost done
I want a beautiful friendship
Let's have some fun
(Chorus)
There's more to me
Than what you see
Don't focus on
Just the intimacy
Let's enjoy each other
Each and everyday
This is not a game
No rules to play(no rules to play)
I want you and you want me
But is it certainty
In the end we will find out
What getting to know each other is all about
(Verse 2)
Come to my place
Let's chill
I want to get to know
On the real
I want to know you inside out
Well here's a pen and paper
Come figure it out
I really like you
That's a fact
No disrespect I don't get down like that (like that)
Take your bat hit a home run
I was talking about baseball
What were you thinking Hun?
Me +you = fun
Taking walks up under the sun
There's more to me that you don't know
I'm figuring you out too so tell me oohhhhhhh
(Chorus)
There's more to me
Than what you see
Don't focus on
Just the intimacy
Let's enjoy each other
Each and everyday
This is not a game
No rules to play(no rules to play)
I want you and you want me
But is it certainty
In the end we will find out
What getting to know each other is all about
(Hook)
I'm not like others
Don't judge a book
By its cover
Open it up
And read it
Don't scan through it
You get cheated
Don't repeat it
I mean the same steps
It's elevations you made need help
You not in it by yourself it could be us
Boy no need to play
I am done what else can I say
There's more to me
Than what you see
Don't focus on
Just the intimacy
Let's enjoy each other
Each and everyday
This is not a game
No rules to play(no rules to play)
I want you and you want me
But is it certainty
In the end we will find out
What getting to know each other is all about
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
2/25/2015
Greed left a trail of crumbs for you to follow
Don't ask why you can't put your hands on me
I am the deepest, darkest part of the ocean floor
That we've established is too dangerous to explore
You’ve managed to be a victim but i'm still so ing angry
when you told me everything, my heart simultaneously shattered
But through the cracks, leaked a heaping pile of hot vengeance that I have yet to acknowledge
Because you haven't either
Crashing like a stock market, a party that hasn't even started
You're the biggest and darkest half of the ocean we've left uncharted
Too dangerous to explore and just not worth it
I breathe your lies like cigarettes
I live for the painful disappointment in my lungs but I enjoy it
And that's why I'm here and you're there
Sometimes I imagine running into you on the street
The stop signs seem extra reflective when I reflect on those dreams
Sometimes I imagine climbing your shutters like a rock wall
But I already scale suspended ladders hanging over hellscapes
Pretending I don't see the fall
So much leaking vengeance from my vanquished heart
Leaning into melodies I feel are fighting for me
I can cling onto them instead of you
I relapse into the way my ear buds scream
So I don't have to
I left my heart in a locked jar with a key
You wouldn't open it up to see a note begging “remember me”
You know why you can’t put your hands on me
Greed left you a trail to follow
And so you found a way to leave me more demoralized than incentivised
Recreating such taste like the oracle of Apollo
We’ve been at sixes and sevens all year long
Beckoning sins to sedate you with a shot at heaven
You’re blurred lines of bigotry were just hush money
That can’t buy me happiness, but it can be a catalyst
Just board yourself within the squares of the dwellings you claim to long for
Lifelessly laying, more shambolic
Than the clusters of my unused love notes I find in old pockets
Swim into the riptide of my leaking hot vengeance
It’s not bad, it’s morally ambiguous
Am I a fool for confiding in you?
For confiding in this?
It’s not discrimination, we’re asymmetrically ambiguous
I really started Meditating in June of last year during a Vipassana Meditation Retreat. By really meditating I mean consistently connecting and doing a practice that resonated with me and made sense.
I never could sit still for that long, it was too difficult, it just didn’t appeal to me. It didn’t make sense logically or experientially to me, and that is the purpose of Vipassana, to balance the two.
The purpose of this meditation is to observe the sensations of the body in silence. To attempt to do this for one hour at a time or however long you can.
It begins with the breathe, observing the inhale and the exhale as it comes and as it goes. Focusing the mind on the breathe, and by focusing the mind, no longer creating thoughts that don’t serve you. Once you focus the mind you can open it up to looking deeper within different parts of yourself. Bringing up things that have been hidden away within yourself, things that lead to illness and imbalance in your body.
Sitting in stillness and watching your body in equanimity is the way to not react to your own reactions and distractions. Thus, when external stimuli attempt to distract your happiness and contentment from moment to moment, you will, ultimately, not react. It will not affect you as much, as quickly or as strongly as it once had.
In the case of illness and Ulcerative Colitis you will not respond to the symptoms as you once had. You will be more relaxed, more aware, and more prepared to deal with the stresses that come, and hopefully they never will, because, through meditation you have calmed the mind, and are better able to recognize the stresses and past stepping stones that have caused the illness to arise in the first place.
A calm mind, means less stress, means more energy on a day to day basis, and you are able to thrive in your health, appreciating the days and years you spend symptom free.
Vipassana is one of the best and most difficult things that I have ever done. Check it our here (Vipassana)
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ANOTHER VERSION
'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the shack
All the creatures were stirring; even the roaches in the crack.
The children were jumping and playing in the bed,
While neighbors were drinking and smoking and being drug heads.
And mom in her t-shirt and me in my drawers,
Had just settled down to wait on Santa Claus.
When out in the yard there arose such a clatter;
I jumped from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew in a flash,
Threw back the sheets and stuck my head through broke glass.
The moon shone bright on the junk outside;
Place looked like a mess, I wanted to hide.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a souped up Cadillac with a godfather standing near.
I laughed when I saw him decked down with his gold chain,
As he stood 6' 5'' leaning on a long white cane.
Then he beckoned for me to come outside;
Guess my house wasn't good enough for him; he had too much pride.
Or was it just me jumping to conclusions;
Was my mind playing tricks; was I having illusions.
Then something inside of me said stop playing the judge.
I am so grateful for that little nudge.
When I went to the door to open it up,
He gave many gifts to me yet he seemed so abrupt.
There was enough money to change our life,
And the children were blessed and so was my wife.
I looked at what I had and my head began to swell;
No longer in this place do I have to dwell.
I will get a new home; I'll get a new ride,
I'll move to a better part of town, I was filled with pride.
I won't see these neighbors no more, won't look in their face,
When I move to the best part of town in my brand new place.
Then I began to search myself and all I had received;
Suddenly this gave me more faith believe.
It was then that I learned to never judge someone by what you see,
You can miss your blessings under the Christmas tree.
The "God Father" exclaimed as he revved up his car;
"Don't forget where you came from and who you are!"
Merry Christmas
Penned 12/24/2015
A rainbow stallion
hailed, as if a cab.
I laid a hundred bucks
under his leather saddle.
I stepped into the stirrups,
then whipped onto
his primeval back.
I’d been expecting him.
An adventure I’d been told…
I knew nothing of how to ride
and knew only to pay his price.
He spoke! Yes, he spoke!
“Kick my sides, not too light,
not too hard.”
Surprised, I followed his instructions.
Away we flew. To where, only he knew.
The stubborn mule wouldn’t tell me.
We flew fast, we rode hard
until we reached the fairies and unicorns.
The fairies had little swords
embellished with ancient words.
The unicorns were fighting with their horns,
the sound of thunder, strikes of lightning.
“So, why are we here?”
The stallion says, pointing sternly at me,
“You need to stop this war!”
“What?” I say, “Why me?
“Isn’t it obvious?” the stallion frowns,
“You wouldn’t eat your daughter’s pixie dust cake,
you wouldn’t play hide’n seek unicorn and flatly
said you didn’t believe in fairytales.”
“Do you believe in rainbow stallions? the horse mocked.
“Okay…okay, but
how do I stop this war?”
“Alright, we’re getting somewhere,” the stallion snorted.
“Go to the old owl’s tree. Open it up. There’s a clock.
You must turn it back to yesterday.”
“Where is it?”
“Must I do everything for you? You have until midnight to figure it out.”
“What happens if I can’t return to yesterday?”
“An unhappily ever after.
Now get going! Today is burning daylight!”
I awake from my dream, hoping this is yesterday…
My daughter spins into the room,
“Daddy, I rode on a horsie’s back.
He was so pretty. He told me you would help me
find pixie dust and unicorns. Will ya…will ya, Daddy?”
“Hold on, sweetheart…”
I run outside in bare feet.
I hear an owl. I see his tree.
Before I wouldn’t have believed nor seen
the clock. I wind it back.
Let the party begin. I’ve taken stock.
Ten years later she reminds me
of the sweetest day,
time spent wisely. The owl daily says,
“Who…who’s the guy!” with a wink,
dream and a little sleep.
8/24/2022
When I was a boy I use to be alone in my room
I would hide under my covers in my bed
I knew Satan was trying to get me
When I was alone in my room in the dark
I saw him
He was not red with horns and a pointed tail
But he was beautiful
With hair of the softest gold
Eyes of the clearest blue
And skin of silken white
He would whisper to me
He would coax me to come to him
He would sing smoothly and softly of assurance
But I did not trust him and I would run for my Bible
And I would open it up
And Satan would smile and fade away
I would sleep with my Bible under my pillow
I would stare into the darkness of night's blacken room
I could feel him staring at me
He has lost and he knows it
He must take the world down with him
We are his victims by our own sins and our own secret desires
He knows us and he taunts us
He is our promise of freedom from our self
A place without consequence
A time before sin when all was good and nothing was bad
He is the smoldering ember of our diseased black hearts
That we lustfully shadow with our inner desire
Once I walked to him
In the still of the night alone in my room
I took his hand and he closed his into mine
And he smiled while I screamed
For the floor had collapsed into a falling earth
And fire consumed my raw young flesh
And Satan was ugly
With demon eyes of bleeding red
Decaying flesh with dead maggots boring through scaly skin
And hair smoldering of pitch black
Sharp daggers of teeth and long fingernails of marsh green
I was falling into hell within his arms
The sound of wicked laughter
Was drowned by the gentle words of my mother
As I awoke in her arms
My Dad patting my head
I've never seen Satan again
Except in my eyes
Only when I'm alone
Alone in the dark with shallow light
I can look into my mirror
And stare
Stare as hard as I can
I can see Satan in my eyes
Laughing
In my eyes
He laughs at me
I can remember when I was a boy
I saw the Devil
And the Devil smiled at me
And I smiled at the Devil
I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…
You once saw a life through someone else’s window
And thought that yours ought to bare resemblance
So you slid your way onto that path for a time
Countless lessons you have learned since.
Now it would appear that you, this jay bird are free
From its button down shirt prison, its name badge cage
From nagging lips and selfish fingers that never saw your strength
Set free from the frivolity of weekdays, accounts and age.
And though your wings are slightly tattered with time
And your spirit is dusty around the edges where no one has cared,
If you spread them towards what makes you smile
If you do what so very few souls around you have dared.
There is a pure fire within you that you want desperately to hide.
You are afraid that it won’t be appreciated if you let it show
You fear having hope in something, only to be disappointed…
But the past will weigh you down forever if you never let it go.
Strength froths warm beneath a peaceful exterior
Intelligence and an intense soul show in your eyes
I have always thought their was so much more to you
But you never let me in more than hellos and goodbyes.
I hope that someone else is bolder than I was
And meets a chance to get through your armor.
Or that you decide to open it up a crack yourself
And let someone see that old snake charmer.
That one I glimpsed here and there in Smokey clouds
Or in your unguarded face while you were reading…
The same one that hid behind practiced speeches of morality
Winking at me and silently, disagreeing…
If for once you would let the cat inside the bird take over
It would not take long for you to see
The world would better understand your nature
Only then will you be free…
I'm checking the post daily
Can't tell you how exciting this is for me
Since I called the 1-800 number
From that mail order magazine
While one day sitting at the dentist
I picked up said magazine
A full page ad which made me gasp
A colorful array of personalities
I've never really had much of one on my own
So I ordered a couple dozen
Sitting here anxious for my order
And so far I've seen nothing
I'm wearing a path to the mailbox
It should have been here by now
When it does arrive I'm first taking out Impatient
Then placing a call to tell them about themselves
I hope I remembered to order one Romantic
Cause I'd sure like to impress Mary Lou
As it now stands I feel less a man
Around her I don't know what to say or do
Imagine my surprise when the box finally arrives!
I open it up with a slight giggle
Just like that the personalities fall into my lap
For a moment I felt just like Sybil
Lets see there's one that's Strong, one that's Flirty, one that's Shy, one that's Quirky
One that looks like it's Mighty Proud
A personality that's Fun, Debonair, a Serious one
All I know is I want to try them all out
These days when you see me around...AKA "The Man About Town"
The one that has the large following of friends
Everyone loves the tales that I tell, now that I tell them so well
The way I weave them from beginning to end
They all want to hang out with me, there's something special they see
Looks like I've come out of my shell
Now I don't think twice as I jump into life
Since things have been going so well
And all those personalities I own, I now leave those all home...
I keep the box locked high up on a shelf
I found the best personality I have is the one I was born with
And that people tend to like me for myself
I told my Hubby I needed a fountain to help the words to flow.
It seems in the shower my creative juices, really know how to go.
My Hubby says it’s because I become relaxed, in body and in mind.
That releases everything to flow with ease and in record time.
But then he stated it might also be: the water pounding on my head.
It’s beating me senseless to release the flow and to open it up, instead.
This may be true with a hard head like mine, sometimes it needs a touch.
But I think a fountain would be way more fun, and not hurt near so much.
And what would be more beautiful, than water as it’s simply cascading around.
My lovely birds could have a drink, as my barriers come tumbling down.
My Trolls could frolick and play all day in water as the sun comes beating down.
My dogs would jump to catch the droplets as they fall upon its crown.
And all I need is to get a basket to collect my wandering thoughts.
Truly nothing could be more worthwhile, no matter what the cost.
Droplets falling thru my thoughts would become a rainbow for my mind.
With a prism throwing forth-countless words, to arrange within record time.
I wish! I wish! Oh, how I wish! To bring forth this dream of so much renown.
So many words bubbling to the surface, before they’d come tumbling down.
They’d fill my mind, and fill my soul… before touching each other’s soul.
My fountain would finally be complete, as cascading words did achieve this goal.
Now I truly know, I’ll have no fountain, or any great renown.
Still I am grateful, for the few, who’ve read the words, which I have written down.
Written by Carol Eastman