An ending with no start!

I realiezed I just had time enough to do my last post for Writer's Week before the Oscar show begins. It really is a struggle between the written and spoken words on my blog tonight eh?

Well saved the lyric part of Writer's week for last because I wanted to finish of strong. There have been written a bunch of different amazing songs over the years Coldplay's Viva la vida, Snow Patrol's Chasing Cars, U2's Pride, John Lennon's Imagine and I could go on and on, but I am not gonna use any of those tonight. Partly because you already know them and partly because I don't think any of these song's measure up with this Sean McCann's Long Road Lead Me On:

This road is gonna be the death of me
Tonight might be my last
With 18 wheels and time to steal
There’ll be no turning back

This highway is a hammer and I’m a rusty nail
Struck into an iron mast blown by these old sails
A one night stand – a heat without a heart
It’s no man’s land – an ending with no start

Oh long road lead me on and on

It’s a slick black ribbon wrapped round the widow’s neck
A soul left unforgiven in a room full of regret
It’s a ready aimed riffle – a half cocked loaded gun
And I am gonna ride this bullet till there is no where left to run

Oh long road lead me on
Oh long road lead me on and on

It’s cold barbed wire cut through a desert frost
A funeral fire – ashes on to dust
A silent surrender – a breaking on black ice
This road is an alter and I’m her sacrifice

Oh long road lead me on
Oh long road lead me on
Oh long road lead me on and on
And on

This road is gonna be the death of me

I love the way he is able to paint picture with his woods and how easy it always seems to be for him to make me feel with very few words. I think we've all felt like "Our road" was gonna be the death of us. The path that somewhere along the way stopped being a choice and somehow became a calling. Something that you need to do - even if it kills you.

He is never afraid of using very strong words and a sentence like This highway is a hammer and I am a rusty nail could easily sound wierd - but it doesn't because he's got complete control of every word in the song and even a sentence like this road is an alter and I am her sacrifice is not corny in his mouth because it is heart felt and true.

My love for Sean McCann's music and lyrics is diffinatly not a one night stand and his heat is not without heart. I certainly hope he's gonna ride this bullet for a long long time to come!

The land of dreams with eternal sunshine of a spotless mind....

This is my fifth post during my writer's week and today I wanna share my two fave english poems with you. The first one I wanna share is written by William Blake and it goes like this:

THE LAND OF DREAMS

Awake, awake, my little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake! thy father does thee keep.

"O, what land is the Land of Dreams?
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?
O father! I saw my mother there,
Among the lilies by waters fair.

"Among the lambs, cloth'd in white,
She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight.
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn;
O! when shall I again return?"

Dear child, I also by pleasant streams
Have wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;
But though calm and warm the waters wide,
I could not get to the other side.

"Father, O Father, what do we here,
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better far
Above the light of the Morning Star."

My mom read this poem to me when I first began to understand english and it holds many memories and great importance to me.

To other poem I want to share with you is Eloisa to Abelard http://www.monadnock.net/poems/eloisa.html and it is written by Alexander Pope. The first time I read this poem was in high shcool and I loved it right away.

You might now part of the poem from the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless mind, since a few lines is used in the movie and it also gave it it's name.
These are the lines:

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;"

Beautiful right? :)

Books u should read :)

My 4th post in writer's week - a simple recommendation of a few books I think you should read.

1. Maeve Binchy - The copper beech

2. Ken Follett - A place called freedom

3. Stephen King - The green Mile.

These are my three fav books and the authors are among my fav ones too :)

The destruction of "Old Misery"

This is the third post on writer's week (posted a day late) and today I wanna share my fave short story with you. It is written by Graham Greene and it is called The Destructors. U can read the short storie here: http://www.sangam.org/articles/view/?id=183

The story occurs in the 1950s and it is about boy's gang who decides destroy one of the town old houses, a house that survived The Blitz (the Nazi bombing of Britain). The house is owned by Mr. Thomas but the boys call him Old Misery. They decides that the destruction of the house should take place when Old Misery is gone for the Bank holiday weekend, but when he is back early the boys locks him into the outhouse. T, the boys leader refuses to stop untill the destruction is complete "because even the facade is valuable and could be reused."

Inside the house the boys finds a mattress filled with money but instead of taking it they burn it the destruction is final when a parked lorry pulls away a support pole from the side of the house and Mr. Thomas is released by the lorry's driver, left with only the ruins and dust that once was his home.

I first came by the story when watching one of my fave movies Donnie Darko - this story is like the movie very dark but it also intails hope. Hope that no matter how dark everything around you seems there is always a glimmer of light and "destruction is a a form of creation".

I hope you will read the short story, maybe even watch the movie and enjoy the both as much as me :)

It's only words - and words are all I have!

Second day of the writer's week and I wanna use some of my own stuff. I have previously share some of my own poems on this blog. Fx you can read Seasons of the Soul here: http://mylife-nothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/07/seasons-of-soul.html and Out of reach - Out of control: http://mylife-nothingbutasong.blogspot.com/2010/09/where-wind-cuts-like-knife.html .

What inspires me to write is alway different. When it comes to short stories they just kinda poop into my head. Almost like already existing events that just need someone to tell them where poems are different. Whenever I write a poem it is because something in my real life drove me too it and they are always very personal to me. They are based on feelings from my own life our those of people close to me. Take Out of Reach - Out of Control - that one I wrote when Igor hit Newfoundland last year. One of my close friends lives there and not knowing what was going on drove me to write that one.

I always write my short stories in danish where my with my poems the language vary. When I went to high school I wrote a few ones in french, but today my language of choice are either english or danish. I wanna share a few with you here and the ones I have chosen are all english since it is the language I have chosen to use on this blog from the very beginning.

This first one is very old and I couldn't have been much more than 12-14 years old when I wrote it. It is about being sisters and the love you can have for a person that is very different from you. It is not my best work but one of my first poems - in english anyway.

SISTERS TO THE END

The worst of enemies
The best of friends
Two very different lives
but no need for making mends

One life long fight
One life long love
they both believe they are always right

The worst of enemies
The best of friends
They are sister to the end!

This next one written for two of my close friends. They wouldn't want me to use their names so I wont. I really admire them and they have been through a lot and they are still together and it is one of my best poems.

LIKE US

Like a leaf - floating in the wind
Like a wave - rolling in from the sea
Like the sun's motion across the sky
that's how we are
you and I

Like a bird - flying over the city
Like a horse - running over the field
Like a lion roaring at the horizon
that's how they'll be
our daughter and son

Like the snowfall of December
Like the spotless sky of June
Like the blomming of May
That's how we'll be
when we're old and grey

Like the terror of the storm
Like the stillness of the mountains
Like the beauty of the sea
that's how it'll end
and together we'll still be.

This one is me telling you of the homeless people "who walks the streets of London." I meet this homeless woman who had lived on the streets in London for most of her adult life. Her story really moved me and when I was back in my hotel room I wrote this poem:

A HEART BREAKING

The sound of the waterfall
The cry of a newborn baby
The roar of the angry lion
The avalanche thundering to the ground
The banging af the jungle drums
The scream of the mother's loss
The clashing of the storm
Is the sound of the broken heart

I hope you have enjoyed some of my poems and if you keep following my blog I am sure a few more will find their way on to it in time ;)

Writer's week

Like I've written on this blog before - I love words. Reading them, listening to them and writing them. I have decided to do a writer's week on my blog this week. I'll be using my friends writings, my own and published stuff in form of other blogs, lyrics, poems and short stories.

I am open to suggestions so if you know me drop me a note on facebook or send me an e-mail, if you have a suggestion and you don't know me personally drop me an note here.

Today I am using one of my friends writing. She love words and writing as much as I do and I've seen her do everything from long ongoing story lines to beautiful describtive poems.

Here is some of her work:

FEELINGS

by Krista Eddy

I don't want to forget them
But I'm forced to do it all the time
For you, you belong to another
And you will never be mine

I think of you and smile
I get this happy feeling inside
But when I'm told I shouldn't feel this way
It's something that I'm forced to hide

I don't want to hide them
But I'm forced to do it everyday
Push them down deep inside
Wish they would go away

But as much as I want them to
They won't go away
They just keep getting stronger
Day after day

I want to let them out
I want you to know about them
Because I have to keep them hidden
These feelings I feel for you.

If you wanna read more of Krista's work she is also blogging http://rantinandroarin.blogspot.com/ . Her blog contains her online story Sail me Away and tails from her Newfoundland life.

Enjoy.