Lyrics and Melody by Marini Barika Facey
Music by RJD2
Photography by Havi Frost
I love RJD2's "A Beautiful Mine", so much so that it is my ring-back tone that people hear when they call my phone. The music just hits ya and gets ya. "Now I Can Breathe" is "A Beautiful Mine's" twin that's stuck behind the looking glass.
Lyrics and Melody by Marini Barika Facey Music by RJD2 Photography by Havi Frost
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Is this our existence?
Scarred! Marred! Insert here is written across our temples. The finite are continuously filled with more finite expressions, ideas, and hopes. Insert here is written across our eyes. Insert here is written across our ears. The blind tug-of-war with the blind and the deaf walk on... What if the infinite unassumingly yet deliberately passes by and inserts something? ...color? ...hope? ...life? Existence actually begins to matter when the infinite kisses our souls! Will we still live in the finite, or will we imagine and transcend finite expressions, ideas, and hopes? Stamped... Branded... Is this our existence? http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/image http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/imagine Corinne Bailey Rae has graced us with her presence once again. She has depth; she has class, and her music delves into the different worlds her soul calls home. Every emotion is vividly expresses there because she is safe. Her new album entitled, "The Sea" captures a melancholy bliss that pushes us off a cliff into sorrow, hope, and darn inspiring rivers of rhythm and melodies! You won't be disappointed when you hear her, because her vocals are always dipped in a dark chocolate intrigue and topped with sprinkles of creativity. Ladies and gentlemen!
Step right up! Step right up! What you are about to witness has never been seen before! What you are about to experience is the incredible, sensational Barikasmiles actually spitting fire. She never comes out of her willowy cage, but tonight, that's right, for the first time ever, you will get to see and hear it for yourself! Remember gents don't get to close! I see we have a few skeptics and critics standing among us! Ha, we always do! I see you.. ...there! ...and there! Yes I see you sir! I see you ma'am'! Fire you say? Yes, fire! Could you wave your hands please for the audience? Thank you! Thank you! Ha, it is funny, kids never raise their hands! Kids never doubt it, that's why they never miss it! Guess you should learn from them, huh? Well you ask what kind of fire? What kind of bloody fire you ask?! What you all are about to witness is remarkable! It has been said that the late great Mozart "himself" appears! When the flames rise, he descends... He breaks off a lil' piece of his bloody soul each time! and he gives it to the one who... Ladies and gentlemen! Ha, we can't give away all our secrets before the show starts! Now, what you all have been waiting for... ...Barikasmiles! Rage rises like unquenchable fire only to be stoked all the more!
Glass shatters! Shattered glass flies through the air... Wait, those weren't shards of glass... Shattering words fly through the air! Jarring... Violent... Vengeful... Deliberate words try to express themselves but instead cut deeply and sever souls, vows! Seething... Breathing... Bleeding... Wrath moves like a fierce lion; words give it leverage, and rage increases its momentum! Rage rises like unquenchable fire only to be stoked all the more... Our minds are like mouths and our souls the stomachs... We gorge on the perceptions and opinions of others only to vomit them back up throughout the day. Our mouths have filled themselves with anything and everything in sight. We walk around with upset stomachs that can't digest what we've feed them. We binge on images and words that leave us empty, so we cradle ourselves and rock back and forth wishing we hadn't eaten at all! And yet, hunger rises deep within us! Our minds are satiated but our souls are hungry... Food is Novocaine that temporarily numbs pain for the deranged.
Woe! Lurking shadows are held at bay. Oh what darkness is being suppressed by this Novocaine... Here, little children don't come out to play. Our souls are these children hidden underneath rickety beds, holding tightly the edge of hanging bedspreads and ragdolls with bobbling heads. We mustn't make a sound! We must stay still! We must, so the lurking shadows... ...can't hear us! ...don't find us! Our minds are these children hidden underneath rickety beds, who tightly hold their shaking heads in hopes that they won't be found underneath the falling fortress of bedspreads. We could let the numbing wear off... No, that would be insane! Tightly clutching our ragdolls, we'd be dragged by our napes with no chance to escape. Screaming and wishing we were dreaming, we'd be yanked back into the memories of those slimy narrow walls and perverse familiar halls... Breathing darkness would quickly pull us into rooms and smile at those who passed by, but it's all a facade and lie. Screaming silence's shadow would hover over our ragdolls and close the creaking door. Breathing darkness' sweat would drip down on our little foreheads as it would lean in... Food is Novocaine that numbs the pain in the unnamed... Emotions are pushed farther away and lurking shadows are held at bay! Yet, objects in the mirror of these minds are closer than they appear, and without Novocaine the brain would be drenched in fear! Woe, what darkness is being suppressed! These bodies are temples? Well let 'em be freed! These bodies are temples is too deep... These bodies are temples is too deep to digest! Novocaine will remain, until lurking shadows are laid to rest! Lofty thoughts dangle from the balcony.
The blue sky of dreams is now a faded gray. Like a dungeon full of tormented souls, doubts scream from the basement of conscientiousness. Perched on this balcony is a raven so jet black, it shames the night. Panic awakens and I rub my eyes, only to open them to see, diagonal to the raven, is a violet vulture whose eyes pierce through me. These eyes change from indigo to scarlet depending on how the light hits them. Its razor sharp claws clutch my beating heart of creativity. Suddenly, the raven flies over and violently swallows the violet vulture. Jet black detaches my heart from this vulture's claws. This raven's wings begin to change. Pale, pale bird, cold and stiff, perched itself back on those lofty thoughts. It glistened violet then indigo to scarlet then white as the driven snow; it slowly fell. This raven once black, clanks on the ground of the balcony, and its final state was that of a key. It was all so clear, even I, a lunatic, could comprehend! I snatched up the key and frightfully approached the dungeon. The deeper in I went, the stench became more pungent. I was stiff, cold, and pale as the driven snow. It was as if I was cloaked by death itself. Doubts could be heard screaming like banshees and the stench lingered. I tightly grasped the key and its mark indented into my hand and fingers. This key was hotter than Hades and yet I was compelled to grasp it more tightly. Suddenly it was quiet, but the stench and silence became more violent! I had to squint because the scent stung and burned my eyes! I slowly began to enter the chamber of lies. I was alarmed because my soul was in a bed, lifeless and still. Vultures surrounded the bed's chambers and let out shrills! These shrieks sounded like Latin tongues and the heaviness in the room stopped me from being able to run! I opened my hand and the key began to move; it turned into wings and out popped the raven, who began to sing. It flew out of my hand and its wings bled scarlet, indigo, and violet. Its crimson rain burned the vultures into fine dust, and jet black's song became a floating key that glistened with mystery. It quickly moved towards the chambers and hovered over my soul. The key jarringly pierced through my inner ear and my dead soul lept up like a fierce lion, and violently charged straight into my eyes! It breathed in and out and my body shook! My soul burned and welded itself back to me. I opened my eyes and everything around me was shaded in mystery. Faded colors made unfamiliar sounds and became more and more radiant. Crimson rushed out of my inner ear and everything it touched thrived. The raven flew back into my hand and became a golden piece of bread. I ate it and my words became illuminated. Alive... Each word on the tip of my tongue moved like paint on the tip of a brush. I left the dungeon and the pungent scent diminished like the faded gray sky. All that could be seen was the sky of dreams, a piercing blue, because the lofty thoughts had been painted over by scarlet dew. |
“I am the most curious of all to see what will be the next thing that I will do.”
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