Henrietta's Music Journal

“From tender years you took me for granted
But still I deign to wander through your lungs
While you were sleeping soundly in your bed,
Your drapes were silver wings, your shutters flung

I drew the poison from the summer’s sting,
And eased the fire out of your fevered skin.
I moved in you and stirred your soul to sing;
And if you’d let me I would move again.

I’ve danced ‘tween sunlit strands of lover’s hair;
Helped form the final words before your death.
I’ve pitied you and plied your sails with air;
Gave blessing when you rose upon my breath.

And after all of this I am amazed,
That I am cursed far more than I am praised.”

but not for long..

-mny

“For Manuel Urdaneta….This is a rough draft.

Sometimes, in the early morning, 

I can see your life line 

in the veins of leaves.

How they trickle down green leaf skin 

and into dark, aged bark.

I took your voice 

and hid it in glass

under my skin.

I keep it for rainy days.

There is a ring in my left pocket

made of silver and gold;

it had a bit of you in it;

a bit of your eyes and hair.

It burns a ring of blisters

on my fingers 

when I wear it too long.

There is a verse that plays in autumn 

evenings;

a ballad, a waltz, a tango.

As we sit out in the porch

of our old home;

you talk about the dying folk,

I sip lemon aid.

I left you for a day

and you dug out

all of the sand in our yard

and bathed in it like holy water.

I promised to never leave you

and bathed in it like

it was beach sand.

The tides pools miss you

when you sleep.

There is not one to mend the starfish

or brush my long hair, when you sleep.

The sea breeze misses you when you sleep,

there is no one to sing with them;

they have no time signature,

they have no down beat.”

-By Deborah Urdaneta 

ideas..to a song.

Subject; blah and bad ideas.

Title; When I Get Home.

 http://listn.to/Henrietta

dew it

I had this dream that I was at this school/church combo kinda place and there was a band playing in a classroom and a bunch of people that I haven’t seen in years were there. I sat done to listen to the band, when I saw myself on stage. It was a the weirdest feeling. They started to play a song that I recognized and it turned into this weird mix of something I knew and all the instruments started to take different shapes. Then I realized that I was started to change. I looked different, someone I’ve never seen before. At that time I realized that I wasn’t at a show I was trying to find someone I knew and I couldn’t find her. I would ask and ask but I would never get a response.

weird

I dont say anything about it because I’m starting not to care anymore.

because I’m a goddamn fool.

writing today?.

EP almost done.

blah blah blah.

fck it

-mny