Earth To My Back

From Travel

Draw me to basic
Earth to my back
Eyes to the stars
Deeper into now
Careless of tomorrow

Surrender

A poem that I wrote tonight an set to music ~

What if this flower past tonight
A moment lived a moment lost
Kissed the earth with a song
A bitter rise a bitter fall

Surrender

It hears the wind, the light it drinks
A journey lived a journey lost
Pedals pulled – adored – then tossed
A fallen star – a wish – a death

Surrender

Shatter Me

Color me
Paint me bright upon your skin so fair
I realize

I feel again
In the motion of your song I fall
Through your pain

 Chorus

And I’ve been waiting for my soul to cry
Bitter kisses on my heart
You’ve come closer than my yesterday
Won’t you free my pain
Won’t you free – my pain

Stay with me
Hold me like you feel at home
With my soul

Cry with me
Scream your pain into my body
And shatter me

{Shatter me and set me free
This victory is all I see – in you}

I May Never Be

I may never be great in the eyes of many . . . but I will always be me – till the passing day.

Full Moon Rain

A new song I wrote  . . . I put together a quick recording last night.  I’m considering it for my upcoming CD.

Verse 1

You’ve laid awake too long in this tragedy
I feel your hunger and your pain
Too many years of dark cold melodies
Washed away now in this full moon rain

Chorus

Let the fire blaze like the midnight sun
Let your hair fall down – I’m the only one
Who can speak your peace on this crazy train
Let our love wash down in the full moon rain

Verse 2

You feel your life song is vanishing
But I see hope beyond the score
Lost in your moment of surrendering
Release it now in this full moon rain

Bridge

You bleed into the night
One breath into the dark
This world is not your home

A refugee of love
A bitter ending light
You cast all hope aside

Words & Music © 2012 James Olmos

Kinship Of Word And Spirit

I step back from time to time, back to when my pencil first echoed my soul on paper.  I would surrender words, unashamed and transparent; abandoned to no one; yet offered to everything outside of my skin.  I forced myself to never use my eraser.  I simply wanted the words to lay unshattered.  I would either draw a line through the word or let it live.  There’s a “connectedness” or kinship between word and spirit.

I would sit and wait for the next word to come.  I would literally wait for “one” word, the next word of the poem or lyric to come to my mind.  I would not write until it had passed through my heart and soul and onto the paper.  To this day I never rewrite anything.  If the next word does not come then I simply pause or stop writing.Don't let go . . . don't . . .

I usually write songs in a single, forty-five minute period.  Writing poems can take days or even months; mainly because I shove them aside and forget about them.  Life does not give me the opportunity to wait long enough.  My poetry runs deeper through me than my lyrics; yet, I write them both with intention.  Writing poetry exhausts me and I rarely share my poems.

Why do I share this?  I share this to remind myself that I don’t require approval.  Your judgment only imprison’s you.  Sadly, as I get older I find myself “erasing” words to make them “fit” into the world’s square round hole.  A heaviness comes over me as I acknowledge this yielding surrender to the common.

I’ll be forty-five this year.  I’m halfway there and I’m tired.  I don’t want to sing anymore.  I want to breathe through the song; live and die in the song.  Anyone can sing a song; I want to surrender to the song.

What’s interesting to me, as I read back through this, is that I live and speak in the same manner.  I rarely rush my words or thoughts.  I’ll take as long as I need to process feelings or decisions, even at the expense of other’s anticipation.  Which is completely opposite to my “business” world.  At work I make decisions immediately.  Apparently my artistic side is different.  I won’t share beyond the moment of my heart.

But i will share this . . . I cut myself the other day.  I watched my blood run from my finger and drip to the floor.  Nothing stopped it.  Society can’t teach me how to bleed.  I write and sing because . . . I write and sing.

My Up And Down

A cute little pop song I wrote yesterday ;)

I wake up every day
Just to dream you back into my mind
You’re everything to me
My up and down
My turnaround so sing this song with me

Hold me close to your soul – cause
I need your smile in my life
You put kisses on each corner of my heart

I heard your voice today
In the ocean and the sky
You’re the hope in my life
My up and down
Now turnaround and kiss me strong and . . .

Whispers in the dark
Carry me so far
Silence and your breath
I know

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