Songs for my movie ~Let me be the Muse that Amuses

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

coming up with a concept - Any musicians out there interested?

For this past week, I have been thinking about my writing and what I want to do with it, the process, my love for music, etc and I have decided to start working on a concept album... meaning to write a story and then adapt it to about 8 songs. Develop characters, a plotline and then turn into lyrics... maybe for a movie songtrack? Any musicians out there interested in working with me on this? Love, Vib Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Release Me

We're driving along on a mission to nowhere one destination in mind closer to your tender care Save the boy, save the baby, save the child I hardly know you I know you so well do you know who I am Belle Belle Belle We're driving along Save the boy, save the baby, save the child I'm alone with you So rarely it happens that way I turn to you so softly as often as toward me your eyes sway you speak of me You qualify me You analyze me You think you know me do you know who I am Belle Belle Belle If... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Snapshot

I have a snapshot of us pinned on my wall. You're wearing a batman t-shirt, eating a hotdog bought at the block party. I have my arms around you, I'm smiling. I remember that day, I think I taught you to ride your bike that day. You have ketchup on your cheek, I didn't wipe it off because you glowed and I didn't want to fix anything, you were perfect. When did I lose you, I often ask myself. I know the exact year you pushed me out but it started earlier. I'm told you're an addict, there is no... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Montreal is in mourning

This morning Montreal is mourning Again It doesn't seem to matter where one is running to the bogeyman will always catch you Again Montreal is in mourning this morning we cry this morning we weep this morning we all wish we were somewhere else The bogeyman shot my child and his child and her child nineteen spirits crushed forever, one two dead my child fell the bogeyman was my child and yours too he fell shot down by policeman As if winter wasn't long enough the last remnant of summer ripped... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 7, 2006

Flight 01566 San Francisco to New York

Second DRAFT these numbers remind me of you 01566 Flight 01566 San Francisco to New York no let me rephrase, scream your name at me born January 5, 1966 now my flight number what are the odds of this happening? another one of those idiosyncrasy that plagued our relationship yes you can hurt me and I can hurt you too better be sure before you leave me for another one better be sure before I leave you for another one boarding that plane Here is a little story I will never forget when visiting my... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

the distance is greater than we expected

Second revision: The distance between us is great and that's a fact four thousands miles apart is a lot of space, it seemed there wasn't enough love to fill the void and a lifetime of experience two lifetimes of experience separated us, greater of an obstacle than the opposite coast Your sensitivity and perception of events are quite different than mine I keep forgetting how much I have changed and sometimes as when we met, a me that no longer exists resurfaces and claims to believe at love... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 5, 2006

the distance is greater than we expected

first draft The distance between us is great and that's a fact four thousands miles apart is a lot of space, i guess it left you with breathing room to fuck it up, and boy you did and a lifetime of experience two lifetimes of experiences separate us, greater than the opposite coast your sensitivity and perception of events is quite different than mine I swear to god every time a man tells me that he loves women and their company the truth reveals itself and the reality is that he just loves to... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 14, 2005

is there anyone alive out there?

I want to pull my hair out You come over and it is wonderful. You tell me only anonymous sex is what makes you full. bull i say bull "On my way home if I meet a girl, I will take her against a tree and leave her there without saying good bye". I wanna die before i expose myself to these lies again so much pain tonight in my throat and I rocked your boat. I say bull full bit of pain and no gain skin myself alive before I listen to more lies. and less rhum for the next round. Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 13, 2005

My faith is strong

My faith is strong and you needed proof. I shrug. Remembering how I lived without a roof - to protect myself from the likes of you. I swayed nude and I invited you in while you kept your cloak on. I shivered in the cold water, swam as fast as I could. You leaned against the tree. I came out. You stood against the night. You drowned. Hardly dead, hardly free. I’m a lot stronger than you are. I will bare it all. I will stand exposed to the wind, to the elements and the sweeping wave of your... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, August 9, 2005

Johnnie's heartbreak

Sometimes when I see you it's so shameful to me I can hardly contain my pain god I must be vain The world is bleeding in front of my very eyes well it is, well it is, well it is just turn on the télé. My world is bleeding Yeah Johnies's heartbreak is on the six o'clock news A fabricated tale of my dismembered life without you Is it flattering to you to see me flat on my back? Pretty baby in my fantasy walk me down to the waterfront where the breeze is easy... pretty baby. In my fantasy... Yeah... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, August 8, 2005

and he said (see previous blog)

smile for me little Ane, smile for me and light up the room with happiness nice meeting you once again, nice hearing from you like the ten thousand times before the ten thousand lives that we share. S tay in touch, stay pretty for me... These were his intended words... With Annie gone whose eyes to compare to the morning sun, not that I did compare but that I do compare, now that she is gone...Leonard Cohen good to hear from you good to hear from you and I feel it too. Your voice, your word, you... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 7, 2005

Four Thousand Miles Between us

it's a beautiful night. I am warm inside it's a beautiful night, could be a perfect ride Why must it be that four thousand miles stand between us? the sweat on my upper lips, the heat yes, a reminder of the pull you have over me little little little me when you pull me close it's a beautiful night I am all yours tonight, could be a perfect ride why must it be that way? the last time we spoke, well we didn't 'cause I hung up on you, today months and months later, it's a beautiful night and I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, July 25, 2005

tonight is chocolate

today I am dreamy,dreamy like yesterday's chocolate. Velvety and creamy. And just like that, a pattern no longer existed and free in my body I became again. Are the tears after a little death, a wish to be reborn again count for poetry? I say yes and yes, as they cleanse my worried head of the past. Two years is a long time without truly opening up your body scent to someone. The French call it "La Petite Mort". Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Anti-depressant

today's post is in my spiritual blog. Please let me know what you think. Love, Vib Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 8, 2005

it would not be the first time (revised)

God knows I wake up in sweat having dreamed of you again and god only knows why I do such a thing. I have no awaken desire for you. This is such a mystery to me as truth be told you are such a dog or no, that is too unkind for the dog you are such a...you are violence. And it is hard to see god in you as I should in all. Nevertheless, I dream of you and of a happy family life and I dream of love. But your son weeps in his bed in his sleep. Why can't he dream of you instead of me? I have no use... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

I deleted this post by accident sorry..

chocolat oranges I slept between the two of you and champagne. For three days and four nights I slept between the two of you intoxicated by the scent of your play and the youth of our lives, even though I didn't know it then. Youth was for ever. Then I played innocence and drunken sleep and lazy sensuality, lending you and him and you again a kiss now and then, between the two of you, you watching encouraging nevertheless holding a spear in your heart weary of transgression. You, always asking... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, May 13, 2005

Internet Fraud links

(you may want to keep them handy) This is not poetry but it is useful. Dear Bloggers and friends, You would not believe what happened to me this week! I figured that I would need a second phone line since I'm running an Internet-based business from my home. Bell Canada was supposed to stop by Monday morning, not only did the technician never showed up but Hell Canada disconnected my Hi Speed Internet. I spent hours on the phone with tech support and customer care. My service is still down and it... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

back when my Internet is back up!

checking my emails from the Internet Café. I have been without it since Monday. Back to the Stone Age is what it feels like. Hopefully it will be back up tomorrow as promised by HELL CANADA. oh I meant BELL CANADA. LOVE, VIB Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, May 4, 2005

who can say what is right or wrong

smell of spring fresh freedom, a set of keys and five bucks in your pocket stepping out the door, skinny hips, bone sticking out ever so lightly the walk is slow and the girls are so pretty everywhere the girls are so pretty and who can say if it is right or wrong what women can do to men it is lovely, it is cruel let me tell you, sharp as you are you are pretty stupid when it comes to her who is to say what is right or wrong what women can do to me guess you'll do it right back who is to say... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, April 23, 2005

Too peaceful

it's too darn-peaceful to be a poet I've returned my calls met my obligations, the well runs dry when it comes down to it I need some drama I need some heat some kissing and hugging a bit of spicing up to get me going when it gets to the core the essence the root of my soul I need a muse to shake things up to aggravate me make me laugh make me cry make me come please to show up on time for the show. when it comes down to it... damn pride stands in the way yours not mine or I would like to think... Sign in to see full entry.

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