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Colette M. Friedman
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Speed
07/29/04 |
Want to be, be who I want to be, no longer blind
And if I don't know who that is, than I know I will find
Find that person living inside my soul and inside my mind
Speeding past the every day grunt and grind
Tired of living outside of who I'm supposed to be
Want to feel the celebration of excitement pouring out of me
Feel the escape like a foot to the pedal speeding past
Past the images holding me down and sinking me fast
Moving me past each indecision and every numbing role
Past every yelling no and unfulfilled goal
Speeding me towards the horizon I now see
Speeding as I turn pushing me closer towards me
Tired of looking around hearing what I'm supposed to do
Tired of listening to the sounds driving me back to you
Want to move, move past the dark covering the light
Past the voices steeling the quiet from the night
Foot to the pedal, pulling me into the deep blue free
Speeding me past everything other than me
Feel the power to discover and finally allow
Allow me to live, pushing me to live for me
Speeding to discover free, free to be who I want to be!
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Fire, Fire
08/12/04 |
Fire, Fire, dancing warily, belting with each stroke of the wind
Colors capturing the gaze of neither enemy nor friend
Oranges and reds, sparking the fuse of an inner desire
All yellows and blues fight to ignite an emotional wildfire
Your face, a beautiful place for you to be
Allowing the flames to burn inside you, inside me
How you've captured me, you've taken my soul
You've taken me along a lovers path, a lovers stroll
You've taken me to a place I've never been
You've taken me to an emotional wildfire burning within
Fire, Fire, burning like a lasers cut and razors edge
Untouchable, like some sacred vow or secret pledge
But there you are, watch the flames burning all around me
Within my fingertips somewhere in an altered reality
Watching you, wanting you, a lovers mentality
Buried falling now down deep inside the flame
Feelings pouring down deep inside a lovers game
Blazing, but you're not captured very much
Your game is in the spark that strikes a fiery touch
And you've captured me, stopping me before I begin
Forever taking me to a place I've never been
Buried in the flames of an emotional wildfire burning within
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The Silent Sender
09/14/04 |
Eyes shut closed to her world, in her world she's a repeat offender
And it is spinning, spinning around, too much to remember
Like a fast moving video clip, watching as it all spins out of control
She's losing her grip, falling down deep inside her soul
Who is she, where is she supposed to be
And she asks; why is every step I take another mistake to get to me
Cause in her world she is the pretender, a repeat offender
Allowing her dreams to be shut and sealed by a silent sender
And with her eyes shut closed, she moves, moves along the way
Going about her life robotically on her mandatory day-to-day
Settling for this and that, taking herself away
Away from the memory of what she used to love and be
Away as she chores through the days now fleeting by quickly
And she stops and sees age starring back at her in the mirror
The mirror of her life, and she drifts, drifts away in horror
And it all feels so unfamiliar, so unknown to her now
Who is she, where is she supposed to be
And she asks; why is every step I take another mistake to get to me
Cause in her world she is the pretender, a repeat offender
Allowing her dreams to be shut and sealed by a silent sender
Living on the edge, living in what was supposed to be the dream
Living the life, her dreams supposedly part of the overall scheme
Like a button stuck on hold for way too long
Amassing her ambitions and aspirations before they're all gone
Gripping the pieces of herself she once used to fit the role
And she grabs onto control, falling down deep inside her soul
Who is she, where is she supposed to be
And she asks; why is every step I take another mistake to get to me
Cause in her world she is the pretender, a repeat offender
Allowing her dreams to be shut and sealed by a soundless messenger
Herself,
The Silent Sender
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Desperado
10/04/04 |
And like a desperado she thinks she's become
Rejected and used up after the hurt's all gone
She's found herself so far down, down the road to no one
Why has she gone so far, so far from her vision
Like a desperado going nowhere on a mission
Unwanted, rejected, no matter her experience or skill
Thinking she was good enough to fit the bill
What was she thinking, years and years of the same ole kill
Was it because she was needy or lost in the thrill
For she was trained and educated to belong here
Instead she learned a lesson in rejection and fear
Her experience, reputation, nothing more than a tiny smear
Many years working to better herself, summed up in a single lonely tear
Tell me who the bandit is, the outlaw, in this epic outcome
The rejecters, or the rejected caught up in the real job syndrome
And like a desperado, she thinks she's become
The oppressed and cast-off one
Rejected and used up after the hurt's all gone
On a road to nowhere in the end, the road to no one
And she walks, walks to the end and back again
Picking up the pieces of herself, thrown and scattered in shame
Blaming herself for what she did not mold to or try to become
Cause in her mind she still thinks she's the responsible one
Unaware that she simply out grew the mold she tried to design
Forgetting that the mix was fashioned to restrict and confine
And like a desperado, she thinks she's become
The oppressed and cast-off one
Rejected and used up after the hurt's all gone
On a road to nowhere in the end, the road to no one
Like a desperado, traveling, unaware she's traveling to herself
To the self she left behind
To the self she once chose to lose, but now desperately tries to find
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Glass Sky
10/21/04 |
Falling down, down, down from the sky
Maybe I was wrong, maybe I don't know why
Down, down, shattering like broken glass
Glass house, my world through the looking glass
Walking downtown, walking aimlessly around
Where do I belong, thinking with two feet on the ground
My heart, I think has driven me to the corners of my mind
Noise and motion passing forward, sideways, and behind
Busy, everyone has somewhere to go, a rushing pace
Where do they all belong, where is their place
Searching, breathing past each nameless face
Glass buildings, glass houses in each glass space
Falling down, down, down from the glass sky
Maybe I was wrong, and maybe my truth was a lie
The fight, the compromise, the struggle to hold
Onto the warm dream, now running icy and cold
Why such a toll, will it nullify my spirit eventually
Will my numbness bleed feeling into your veins one day
And when you wake from the sound of glass breaking to the ground
Will it be the beating of a warm heart that brings you back around
Will your faith then, harmonize with a dream we both chose to live out
Or will your fears breed admonition, failure, and doubt
Falling down, down, down from the sky
Maybe I was wrong, maybe I don't know why
And maybe success is in the journey and the try
And maybe dreams are built in glass houses
Surrounded by a glass sky
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Little Flower
11/14/04 |
Little flower, small, delicate, and precious to the earth and sky
Alone, she stands tall against the elements that happen by
Pretty you see, pretty in all eyes that behold her
And when the rains fall, and the winds stir
She bends, but the elements do not break her
She looks inside her mind, and finds her gifts buried in reality
She finds her gift of spirit and her gift of beauty
For she can speak and she can write
While she pains through efforts to belong and unite
And she looks for the vision to hold on one more day
And she sees what it takes to not run, run faraway
And she looks for love and she looks for one more word
And she finds that the beating of someone else's heart can be heard
And if she listens closely, she hears a song waiting to be sung
And she speaks, and she writes from the inner well-sprung
The well of thought, reason, energy, life, and hope
For these are the ingredients she uses to believe and cope
And she feels, feels the earth and winds sing and cry
But now, they’ve become gentle breezes blowing by
Little flower, small, delicate, and precious to the earth and sky
Alone, she stands tall against the elements that happen by
Pretty you see, pretty in all eyes that behold her
And when the rains fall, and the winds stir
She bends, but the elements do not break her
She looks inside her mind, and finds her gifts buried in reality
She finds her spirit through the elements that constantly test her
For she is beauty
And she has found her gift, the gift of words that overcome
Buried in the pages of life, hope, and inspiration
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The Baptism
12/04/04 |
Standing, standing here, waiting for my baptism to come
Frozen down deep inside, unaware of the silent pitied one
Alone in a river of jewels, can't grasp what I've become
Gone so far, far away from the things I should have done
Wondering why the world has somehow past me by
Always second-guessing my need to reach and fly
Turning into the you I wanted me to be
Turning the light on you now blinding me
Falling, falling backwards down into a river of tears
Baptize me, breed birth into the forgotten days and years
Falling, hitting the water so cold to my skin
Numbing where I'm going and where I've been
Turning into the you I wanted me to be
Turning the light on you now blinding me
Feel my heart beating, blood boiling, burning with heat
Raise me, raise me from all rehearsed self-doubt and defeat
Rising, rising with the sun, pray I never again repeat
Away from the you I wanted me to be
Away from the light that's still blinding me
Feel the light, the light pouring down from a Shepard sky
Guiding me down a river of jewels in a charismatic lullaby
Feel my heart beating, blood burning alive and free
Frozen is the you I wanted me to be
Released from the darkness that once swallowed me
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Santa Baby
11/30/05
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I just wanna say, Merry Christmas Baby!
Merry Christmas Baby, You and Me!
For a special gift is waiting, under a sparkling Christmas tree
Can’t wait for you Santa, to come and unwrap me
Close to the fire sipping ginger and cinnamon tea
My Santa is coming to share some special gifts with me
Bayberry and pine fragrance the air
Holiday gifts we may choose to even wear
Colored lights illuminating this very special night
Come on dear Santa, so special is tonight
The fireside is blazing, eggnog chilled so right
Come on Santa baby, a special gift from me tonight
Waiting here for my Santa Baby to come see me
There is something very special in his Christmas bag for me
A Christmas tree glowing with a star glistening so high
Under the mistletoe, a Christmas kiss for you and I
Come on Santa Baby, holiday magic as you down each chimney
For a special gift is waiting here, under a sparkling Christmas tree
Garland, angelic angels, holiday music, just divine
Tonight dear Santa, I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine
Merry Christmas Santa Baby, hope you like what you see
For it was wrapped and sent to you special delivery
It’s been gift wrapped with special kisses and hugs
And guaranteed to keep you warmer than your furry black gloves
Holiday poinsettias and wreaths adorn the mantle with cheer
Hurry Santa baby….listening as the sleigh bells ring near
For my holiday can’t start without my baby right here
And I just wanna say, Merry Christmas Baby!
Merry Christmas Baby, You and Me!
For a special gift is waiting, under a sparkling Christmas tree
Can’t wait for you Santa, to come and unwrap me
Let’s give the gift of giving on this Merry Christmas eve
So hurry Santa Baby
Can't wait to receive
Those very special gifts you have
For the one who still believes!
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It's Just So You
11/30/05 |
Sometimes I just have no words to talk or say
But you keep telling me you love me in every way
Sometimes I stare and question away
Where is your heart, where is your love
When you haven't risen above
All the selfish words talking in your head
And I end up feeling used up instead
How can I believe...
Believe you when you coldly make me cry
I sit and try figure out why...
You tell me you believe in my talents and dreams
But they never measure up to yours so it seems
You dangle a little effort here and a little effort there
Making me think you really do care
But, then the truth comes out when your up against a wall
And the decision finally comes down...
And I figure it out eventually...
That your hand was never really there for me at all
And inevitably...
It's always you making the final judgment call
Its just so you...
To control the destiny of another just cause you can and will
Talk is cheap...and ultimately
Your actions just don't size up or fit the bill
I wish you knew, knew what it was like
To live under the foot and thumb of another
For one day...
One day in a lifetime you would discover
That it's not a happy place to live, dream, or be the other
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She Is A Girl
12/08/05 |
She is a girl...
Once little, growing up without a worry or care
She was once young with flowers and ribbons in her hair
She came in picking up daisies, and a rose or two
Unaware of the thorns that would come pricking into view
Now she is a survivor...
Day-by-day, stuck doing what it takes to get it done
Lost in a world that is not of her own making or any fun
Taken in her innocence...
She learned the ways of night, the street and pleasure for pay
Learning that this was the way to make money
A young teenage runaway
Drugs, beatings, facing the devil each day she is alive
How she struggles alone, how she struggles to survive
And she remains medicated, convinced that this is the only way
To get through another dark and debilitating day
And she is a girl...
Once little, growing up without a worry or care
She was once young with flowers and ribbons in her hair
She came in picking up daisies, and a rose or two
Unaware of the thorns that would come pricking into view
She was once your daughter, she was once mine
She was once innocent and living a special moment in time
She once said "mommy", she once said "daddy" and "I love you"
She was once giving and looking to be loved by someone too
Perhaps she became lost a long time ago, no where to go
Perhaps family meant belonging to someone you don't know
Perhaps she was caught in a place with no one to help her or care
Perhaps she tried to get out, leave, and found it too hard to bare
And you can follow her trail of laughter, now drenched in pain
Lost little girl...ribbons undone, diminishing, falling like rain
Running to a place she unknowingly will never return the same
And she is a girl...
Once little, growing up without a worry or care
She was once young with flowers and ribbons in her hair
She came in picking up daisies, and a rose or two
Unaware of the thorns that would come pricking her through
Forever...obstructing, distorting...
And changing her once safe point-of-view
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