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When You're Broken

Well, it's far from perfect... but then... that is somewhat synonomous with the word "BROKEN"... so without further adieu... here are the lyrics to the song, "When You're Broken" along with the link to the perfection lacking video on youtube... 
 

When You’re Broken

Verse I:

They say beauty’s in the eye of the one who holds your heart

And looking at you lying there… I can see how much that’s true.

You’ve been holding on so long, trying so hard to be strong

The picture of perfection in everybody’s view

But when the curtain falls and you’re left standing in the dark

And there’s nothing left to do but fall apart…

 

Chorus:

You’re more beautiful to me when life has got you on your knees

When you think all hope is lost and forsaken

When you’re drowning in your tears and you’re facing down your fears

You’re more beautiful… when you’re broken

 

Verse II:

You don’t have to be ashamed; I have seen you wear this pain

The fragments of your armor scattered on the ground

I can hear the tears you cry; the part of you, you try to hide

The fragile voice that calls to me when no one is around

When you stop pretending and just let your feelings show

The splendor deep inside you starts to grow

 

 

Chorus:

You’re more beautiful to me when life has got you on your knees

When you think all hope is lost and forsaken

When you’re drowning in your tears and you’re facing down your fears

You’re more beautiful… when you’re broken

 

Bridge:

Don’t turn away from me

Just look into my eyes at the reflection of the one that I adore

It’s the things you want to cover

That make me love you even more...

 

Chorus:

You’re more beautiful to me when life has got you on your knees

When you think all hope is lost and forsaken

When you’re drowning in your tears and you’re facing down your fears

You’re more beautiful… when you’re broken

 

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They say beauty’s in the eye of the one who holds your heart…

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The Hancock Hypothesis

I'll be the first to admit that I have formed many ideas about life from my cinematic exposures. And... thanks to Mr. Hitchcock, and my mother's faith in my brain's maturity, I formed many opinions about death... and showers... and birds. <shudders>

 

I have always been a hopeless romantic. I believe in true love and happily ever after... all the things little girls are supposed to believe in. I still get weepy when I think of Bergman and Bogey saying their goodbyes on that air strip... He was my first love... that Humphrey Bogart. I remember when I hit about 8 or 9... and realizing that all the men I had such HUGE crushes on were no longer in their "prime" if even alive at all... I mentioned Bogey... Jimmy Stewart, Spencer Tracy, Van Heflin, Cary Grant... Oh I could go on and on ad nauseum... oh yes... and John Forsythe... YUMMY!!! 

 

Lest I forget my leading lady crushes... Starting with the one true Goddess of the Silver Screen... Princess Grace! OMG. Audrey Hepburn, Lizabeth Scott, Gene Tierney, Ingrid Bergman, and Kim Novak... again... until my fingers could type no more... I could list them all. I wanted to walk like them, TALK like them and oh to wear the clothes... the hats... the hair pinned up just so... I've been there before, I just know that I have. I've dreamed it. I've even had flashbacks that made absolutely no sense whatsoever! And NO, I wasn't drinking... but I would love to lie back on my chaise lounge in my house coat, sipping brandy from a giant snifter and caring nothing about the smoke lingering in the air and its effect on my drapery. Ahh to live again when lipstick came in various shades... of RED... and women carried "hand bags" and clutches... wore clip on earrings and gaudy pearls. Now THAT is where my comfort zone is…

 

whoa Dani… who the hell is driving this piece?

 

Sorry folks, we just took a small detour through Tangential Land... AAAAAANNNNNNND we're BACK!

 

Where was I going with this whole thing??? OOoo... and hose with the seams up the back... now that is HOT!!!

 

Okay.. I had to look in my rear view real quick... on to the Hancock Hypothesis... the whole POINT of this little story

 

My views and opinions of life... are a combination of living it and viewing it. I believe in many things that, until the last 30 years or so, were considered outrageous. Thank you 60's and 70's for opening the minds of the world to a little thing called The Universe. I believe in reincarnation. I believe in the soul’s journey for what it considers "perfection".

 

For some people, perfection might mean achieving a certain status or righting any wrongs they felt they may have done, or that were done to them. All of these things make perfect sense and there's no proof positive that it ISN'T the case... so I believe that it is.

 

My thinking is... if it brings NO HARM... then leave it be. I don't think there will be any WARS over my views. I'm not asking anyone to push a button or pull a trigger... so WHATEVER... I can be as flaky as I wannabe!!! lol

 

I have been "in love" many times. I have felt love many times. But, I was still, always searching... even when I thought I was happy... there was a part of me that was still looking for something or someone more.

 

It's kind of like seeing a picture on the wall... a lovely picture with a magnificent frame around it. When you see it, you think "Wow... Now THAT is perfect..." ... and then someone comes along and "mats" the picture and puts it back in that same frame... and it suddenly makes sense. It draws out the hidden colors you didn't see before... The picture that was quite beautiful in the frame alone... now… well, it takes your breath away.

 

In watching this movie, "Hancock", I heard  Charlize Theron (another Goddess) deliver her lines in reference to these certain "people" who were created in pairs... and all at once... my skin pricked... the hairs on the back of my neck stood erect... and my mind did this swooshy thing it does when an epiphany has just entered its hallowed halls... “THAT'S IT!!!” 

 

Have you ever met someone for the very first time... and felt so magnetically drawn to that person... that you didn't even have to walk toward them... you sort of floated there?  Have you ever touched the hand of a certain someone... and felt the energy leave your body and enter theirs... and at the same time... their energy left their body and entered yours??? And I don't mean butterflies or goose bumps... I'm talking touching 220v while standing in a bucket of water kind of energy!!! This “someone” can melt you with just one look and heat you with just one touch or smile. You could spend hours just sitting in the same room, and feel as though you’ve talked all day. They can make your heart beat faster and slower at the same time… and you never dare to speak the words, “I love you”, because to speak them or hear them could never compare to feeling them. If you have… you’ve met your “pair”.

 

Now here’s where the ‘Hancock’ part gets a little deeper. (And if you’ve made it this far… YAY YOU… you’re doing GREAT!)

We were all created – formed – designed… however your belief system works in re: to birth… with a Counterpart. A “Soul Mate” if you will… and through each of our journeys on this little planet of ours, we bounce around a lot of the same energies over and over again. No one really knows why or how… other than Matter is attracted to Like Matter… (energy, what have you… I’m not a scientist… I’m just a gushy girl with a theory)…

All the while we are tossed around hither and yon (I’ve always wanted to use that phrase in one of my writings… so now I have… CHECK)… umm… oh yeah… hither and yon, our mind – our BRAIN – the big fat stupid organ that keeps us from believing in such tomfoolery is just going along as if it’s never been here before. “Oh, look at the pretty sky and flowers. Oh I need this and I need that, Wow… look at how smart I am”…

Meanwhile… in the nether regions of “us”… The SOUL or spirit… is going INSANE!

“Damn you stupid brain… I know the sky is pretty… Yes, that girl looks nice… Why do we have to go through this EVERY single TIME… I’ve got SHIT to do!”

If you think of it as a computer… our brain is our RAM… and our Soul is our hard drive. You can have a 50 terabyte hard drive… but we limit our brains to 1 or 2 gigs of RAM… and our soul is working it’s hardest to locate all the things it knew and learned from the previous cycles… I’m tellin’ ya… it’s a wonder we ever find our Counterpart.

Now, when I say “Counterpart” that is not to say I take to the theory that “Opposites Attract”. It’s somewhat true… because it does happen. I’ve done the magnet experiment in school… so yeah, I get that… But in people, it’s just too hard to maintain a healthy relationship with a true “opposite”… So many people have tried to prove the O.A. T.… and I have yet to see it work even once… that my pea brain will allow me to recall anyways… lol

 

Please, don’t get down about this… there is some light here… and then a little gray… but then there’s more light. So here we go:

From time to time, as our lives twist and turn the way lives do, we meet our Counter. We may know them only for a moment… or have some turbulent love affair that is later captured in poetry or sonnets or plays. But when it happens… you will know it almost immediately. And it will remain burned into your pages for as long as you can remember them.

Your soul feels lost without theirs nearby. It is loneliness like no other… to have found your Counter and then lost them. And you feel as though no other love will ever be able to replace it… (This was the gray part.)

But fear not, my friends, for you shall meet your Counter again… maybe not in this life… but in another to come. I believe that each time we circle back through… it takes less and less time to find them… that bits and pieces of each memory gets etched into our hearts deeply enough that our new shell can’t quite cover the lines anymore. We will come around again and again until… the two pieces are joined in love at last… and then, we are done.

We have learned all there is to learn. We have done all there was to do. And we have loved and been loved by the one who was there from our beginning and who will be there in the end!

 

And they lived happily ever after…

The END!

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Just Because

I have been on an extended sabbatical from my regular writing... Partly by choice, partly due to unsavory working conditions... but in the end, what does "reason" matter when at last, I am here... writing again.
 
I've had a story to tell, my friends, for the last couple of weeks... but as I mentioned before... the working conditions have proved to be more stifling than inspiring... So I put it off... and off... and off... and have since come to the conclusion that I need to purge.
 
It all started, for me, with two voicemails from an extremely talented writer friend of mine, Mr. Ruben Porras. For Ruben, as he would excitedly explain to me upon returning his calls, it began at the end. The end of a movie he had just viewed, "Love And Other Drugs". I'll leave the reviews to Ruben, the expert, and just get to the point as sententious as my artistic nature will allow... lol! 
 
In other words... Bear with me... I'll get there as quickly as possible!
 
Now, Ruben has called me previously with some fantastic hooks and catch phrases for songs... ones that acted like itching powder for the creative mind. And believe you me, these are still on my corkboard for future endeavors. However, this one was so much more than anything I had ever thought of or heard of... and the way he explained his thinking behind the lyrics... well, I was moved almost to tears by its essence. Right away, my mind was going a million miles an hour... yet standing still at the same time. All the ideas swirled around in a vortex of emotions... I was completely swept away.
 
When Ruben had contacted me, he was just bouncing an idea... but looking to develop the material himself. I hung up the phone, excited at the thought of finally writing something WITH someone. We MUST get together soon... was all I could think... and then... it happened. It was the "Breathe, 2AM" syndrome. The song refused to leave me be, pumping my veins with poison. No matter how hard I tried... it kept jumping up at me. A lyric here, a chord progression there, a concept, an idea... they didn't just knock at my mind's door... they were beating the damned thing in. I tried to keep it at bay... but he may as well thrown a steak to a lion, and told it not to eat it... It was only a matter of an hour or so, and the chorus had almost written its self.
 
The piano developed its own gravitational pull and everytime I pushed myself from the keys... they would call me back again. I closed my eyes and started to play... and I could hear the melody. There just weren't any words... only the idea of it all. After a couple of days of me still battling with it... the opening line came to me. It was as if a bucket of paint had been tipped over a blank canvas... the words spilled out over the page... and it was like nothing I'd ever felt before. I wasn't writing this song... I was merely putting into words the emotions Ruben had explained to me. I was writing this song through someone else's eyes.
 
Most songs I've written are completely autobiographical. But this one was from a place I'd never been before... a place not many women have been. I am hoping when Ruben hears the song, he will find it worthy of the lines he gave me... and I pray I can find an artist to do it justice, because I believe this is a song that needs to be heard.
 
Thank you, Ruben, for giving me this opportunity, this gift of a song... one that I would have never found without you!
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