Lyrical Release: Inside Out

Sharing some lyrics I wrote recently. Can you hear the music? Tell me what you think.

There's an elephant on my chest
Can't take it
Can't take it
Too much stress
You're love is killing me
Eating me up
From the inside out
Can't take it
Have to break this
Trying to find the way out
This life is slow dying
Waiting,begging,trying
No escape
The pain it builds
No release
Praying for peace
Can't take it
Need to shake this
The elphant on my chest
Stress without release
Have to break away
Need to getaway
Runaway from the knife
Cutting with each breath
Can't take this
You can take this
Keep this
I'm out of this mess
Put the ring from my finger
On the elephant on my chest
Lock it up safe
I'm done with your stress
Can't take this
Not going to take this
I'm out the door

©2013 R.M.Brandon

Around the Corner

Beneath the city skyline two old men watched the world walk past on the stoop of an apartment building. "You are so lucky. I wish I could still hear the sweet call of the birds as they frolick on the lawn." Said the old man to his mate.
His mate turned in astonishment, "What I wouldn't give to see the glisten of a black birds feathers or watch the sun as it falls from the sky, just one more time." His voice was a shout to accommodate the old the man's hearing defecit. Tears welled beneath his darkened glasses at the corners of his cloudy eyes.
While the old men sat talking a buisness man walked by. His gait hurried, he shuffled his brief case from one arm to next while holding a cell phone to his ear and chewing an apple between "Yes "and "sure". With a nod he passed the men a look of envy on his face. Whimiscally he uttered, "What I wouldn't give to spend my day just watching the world pass by."
The buisness man rounded the corner, the apple he half heartedly chewed slipped from his hand into a trash reseptacle as he fumbled between phone calls and files. Between the buildings he briskly passed a young woman in tattered clothes eyed his discarded treat. She rushed to the trash reseptacle on his passing and plucked the half eaten apple into her heavily dinge covered hands. Retreating to the darkness of the alleyway she pressed the juicy red to her lips with a far off look in her eyes, " What I wouldn't give to have enough food to waste half an apple."
From an adjecent building an old woman peered from her window watching the young girl chew a delicious red apple. A low hum filled the air in the room around. Faint electronic whirls and beeps of the machines that kept her alive. Trapped inside four walls with only a birds eyed view of the world walking by she thought to herself, "What I wouldn't give to be able to feel the wind on my face, the dirt beneath my feet, taste food once again. Even being a beggar would be better than the life I'm in."
Just up the block the sound of sirens filled the air. The static filled chirp of a first responders radio, " MVA vs bicyclist corner of Broadway and Pine. DOA." Shaking his head he placed a sheet over the remains of a tiny body. Pink Barbie handlebars jetted from the tire of a sideways sedan. He looked from the apartment buildings in the area where onlookers emptied into the streets. The Sedan's driver stumbled drunkenly around the roadway towards the EMT's oblivious to the severity of the scene around him.
The Medic spoke quietly to his partner wiping tears from his eyes with blood soaked hands, "She couldn't have been more than four. Will people ever realize how precious life is?"
Life is but a fleeting moment in time. Don't let it pass you by.
(C) R.M. Brandon 2012

DREAMS,WRITING,AND LIFE

Dreams.
 As defined by http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/DreamDreams are a succession of images, ideas, emotions and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep  The word alone holds a different meaning for everyone. For some, the word dream, stands simply for things they hope to achieve or attain. For others, it is as defined, the pictures they see while in a state of sleep.

There have been countless studies performed on dreams during sleep, endless interpretations of their meanings, and continuous research on the ability to change or control their occurance. What if it were possible to become so close to another person you were able to communicate your thoughts and feelings to them in dreams?

This theory has been explored before under the term telepathic dreaming.In Witan Vid,to be released tenatively in April 2011, Rein finds herself in a state of telepathic dreaming in which the origin of her blood curse is revealed to her by her guardian. During her sleep state, her body becomes racked with the emotional strain of her visions to a near fatal extreme. When Conley enters into the state to save her, a secondary reaction occurs that fuses their souls forever. Is this all just fantasy,something to be enjoyed in a book and nothing more?

Is it possible for two people to become so close the very essence of their beings are able to communicate without words or even touch?

There are many who believe it is and some who never thought to question the possibility. I end this blog with links to articles on the subject as well as that of my publisher, Gypsy Shadow. I leave you to decide for yourself. The next time you close your eyes, kiss the person next to you, and think, what if it is possible. How much differently would you treat them if you could feel what they feel?

http://gypsyshadow.com/ (my publisher, Stalk the website and buy books, oh and keep an eye out for the debut of Witan Vid)
http://www.psychics.co.uk/telepathy.html
http://www.enotalone.com/article/3836.html
http://siivola.org/monte/papers_grouped/copyrighted/Parapsychology_&_Psi/Dream%20Telepathy%20-%20Experimental%20and%20Clinical%20Findings%20(2003).htm