Summer Concerts

I throw my hands up to the skies
As my Spirit leaps out of my skin wondering aimlessly.

Why does it seem that the stars are loosing their luster?
Slowly diminishing from prying eyes
Slowly disappearing...out of sight.

The moon's glow was stolen
It's the scheme of things, that the thief would appear in the thick of the night.

And the confounded crickets, no longer the symphonious lyres they use to be,
only serve to confuse me.

Meanwhile, Ambrosia's pale ale defiantly makes her way pass my lips as I purse them up to the Gods of Summer

While I attempt to sing my song to whomever will listen...
To whoever is in charge of miracles...
To whoever is the guardian of the heavenly symphony.
You are my audience...Soldiers of Music.

As I stand waiting for the refreshing *soltic breeze,
where indigo and orange meets,
my body is prickled with unnerving chills.

Gathering my wits...gathering twigs
Swinging from branch to branch
my mind's dreams can only dance
to whatever symphony you impose upon me.

This Maestro called life,
know that for now I shall fill your house, with a crowd to see
how unpredictable your harmony can be

Bravo...Bravo!!! They'll scream,
Encore...Encore!!!

I broke my leg, here I still stand
I sweated....I cried...I fucking bled
But this summer concert is not the end

I will keep singing, Conductor

©Jessica Rodriguez


*In reference to summer solstice

I am not made out of stone nor am I made from glass

I cannot freeze my feelings to imitate the fossils that are so deeply embedded into that hard hard ground

Nor will I crack away into tiny pieces of delirium with whatever sharper tool of the shed you use to break the news to me

I am not a cold statue of clay that was molded into whatever model cast emotions the artist envisioned me to be

Do not peg me as a far-sided looking glass that should emulate the very hurt on your own face

I am but a not-so complex caste of DNA and gene pools that stretches to several generations deep

I cry, laugh, hurt…hurt…hurt…hurt and laugh again 

My mind is always riddled with soulful expertise in all what life has taught me

My body…wear and tear

My heart, shiny bright pumping me full of rage running through my veins and back again

Pumping me full of hate…hate of the situation hatred for the cliche’s that make things feel like home again

There is a comfort to that.

I am so crazed with anger and sadness but my secret passion is joy, love, and understanding

I am not stone nor glass

I just am

— ©Jessica Rodriguez

Christmas...

Let's all sit back and remember what Christmas was, is, and should continue to be.

It may have started off as a Pagan holiday and masked under Christianity by people who wish to control the will and hope of others. Historically, it has it's many masks due to ill will and ulterior motives. However, growing up, Christmas for me was getting together with family & friends, celebrating each other's company and rewarding each other's goodwill with a gift.

Also, being born and raised Catholic, Christmas had another deep meaning for me. A story that was told to me from time to time of a child's birth. This child who would one day unite many people with love, peace, and sacrifice. Even if it were a made up story, you have to admit it is a beautiful story about the spirit of man.

I don't know what were the intentions behind those who may or may not fabricated the story and I, like you, never will. And many people may not believe it or feel as if it was just another ploy for religion to control the masses, so to speak. But where's the harm in good people believing in another good person who made it his life's work to unite us all under peace. This is not a question of faith in someone you never got to see with your own eyes, this is about the faith and hope in all of us as humans being good to one another because we want to be.

As I said, I don't know what the intentions were behind such a great story. But I do know this, because of this "fable" my life, my soul, my love will always have an abundance of hope for the spirit of all men, women, & children. Forget about the religious causes, forget about the presents, forget about the Pagan like rituals just remember what Christmas should be for us all and everyday of the year, it should continue to be about PEACE.

Change

Change before you have to.
--Jack Welch

This is a well lesson, for those of us who fear change and fears the truth of life. Whether we like it or not, life is always changing before us. I believe we should be two steps ahead and make that difference in our lives before the Universe does it for us.

If we just sit there and wait for the change to come, what life lessons have we learned? what growth has taken place in our spirit and minds? None. When this happens, we tend to focus on who should be held responsible for this travesty? Why me or why does this always happens to me?

I say embrace change and accept life for what it is worth. Tend to your own faults and move on to the next step. Quit blaming others, quit blaming the Universe and just live with acceptance and peace.

A Work of Art

Kiss me, until the sun stops shining.

Kiss me, 'til the day that the rivers run dry as the desert sands.

Kiss me, 'til Alaska feels the same as Hawaii.

Hold me until we all know the meaning of life.

Forever tell me that I am yours always,

And that nothing in and out of this world could get in our way.

I could stay within myself, starring into your eyes

forever that gorgeous glow.

It is the same as starring at the moon on a dark spring night.

And your spirit... your soul,

Is like the wonderful brights of the stars.

So many out there that goes on for eternity,

shining their lights on me.

You are a marvel. A mystery

A passionate painting,

that screams out to be noticed...

through its many colors.

Monet could not do you justice,

Michelangelo would be afraid to ruin your beauty,

And Da Vinci would leave just the way you are.

A masterpiece from the heavens

I am so fortunate

to be a witness

to such unique beauty.

This is true...I swear it.

Your Enemy (Social Network Blocker)

Erase me, deface me

Six months later you'll be requesting me

liking my status

hum drumming through my pics

wondering what I've been up to and who I've been with.

All along the enemy was in your head, on your list of friends

thumbs up to every vile thing you said

Not helping you get out of your rut

but burying you with lies until you're dead

Inside...

Can't you see? The enemy...

It's not me

Adding fuel to fire with their lowly comments

The devil is a liar so they say

it's usually the ones who are negative and angry everyday

Can't you see? The enemy

It's not me.

It's always been bundled up inside of you

wrapped up with your insecurities

and your sad attempts to gain sympathy

Squatting on your five year old temper tantrums,

in hopes that you would lose all control.

Lingering and waiting like a monster under your bed.

You see the enemy

it's not me...

it's in your head

Muse to my Heart

picture by Aegils on www.deviantart.com

My heart paints for you

Monet-like creations for you

like droplets of rain falling from a summer blue sky

and sunny vibrant yellows flashing across my eyes

My heart composes for you

adolescent jitters and cherub like whispers for you

a Beethoven sonata that plays through my veins

like a Fall Harvest Moon illuminating the terrain

My heart writes to you

crisp clear Shakespearean sonnets for you

with frosted tip feathers and inkwell at bay

refreshingly professing my soul like snow on a wintery day

My heart dances for you

open and genuine moves for you

like Baryshnikov's incomprehensible feats

high in the air my spirit springs unbounded leaps

my heart, my heart,

You are a Muse to my heart

written by,

©Jessica Rodriguez