Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Wow... I am freaked out...
I have letters claiming to be plans of me being attacked... freaked out... I know who they are from, somebody i know, a few actually. and i got them from a friend... wow... attacked me and now this.
I am speaking up. I am laying it all down on that thin rigid line.
I don't do drugs. Never did Acid, never shot up Heroin, never snorted Cocaine, never puffed Marijuana. Never did it. Never abused my medication. I also never drank alcohol. No Whiskey, no Wine. Nothing. I am not Jim Morrison.
People said me saying this means I care too much, but it is true. But, guess what. I don't care what a damn person thinks right now. I want to go into a little white room, sit down in a damn chair, and has everyone of those freaks there watching. I want blood drawn, I want people hear I don't do drugs. And, they can all laugh at me once I cry like hell because I am so afraid of needles. They are one of the scariest things in the world to me. And, Pain is fine, Physically, but Emotionally. I am not going to take it anymore.
And, to every damn person who keeps saying and asking me about like Melissa. Get the hell of my back goddammit, I told you, and I am not going to tell you again Jesus Christ, I do not have feelings for Melissa. And, if you don't believe me, just look me in the eyes, and I will say straight to you. NO lies.
So, until I feel better, emotionally, personally. I guess I am not going to take another damn thing that comes towards me. You can take a damn hike if you do have something to say. So, go to Hell.
Sincerely,
Your one and only Love, Zack...
People said me saying this means I care too much, but it is true. But, guess what. I don't care what a damn person thinks right now. I want to go into a little white room, sit down in a damn chair, and has everyone of those freaks there watching. I want blood drawn, I want people hear I don't do drugs. And, they can all laugh at me once I cry like hell because I am so afraid of needles. They are one of the scariest things in the world to me. And, Pain is fine, Physically, but Emotionally. I am not going to take it anymore.
And, to every damn person who keeps saying and asking me about like Melissa. Get the hell of my back goddammit, I told you, and I am not going to tell you again Jesus Christ, I do not have feelings for Melissa. And, if you don't believe me, just look me in the eyes, and I will say straight to you. NO lies.
So, until I feel better, emotionally, personally. I guess I am not going to take another damn thing that comes towards me. You can take a damn hike if you do have something to say. So, go to Hell.
Sincerely,
Your one and only Love, Zack...
Monday, December 25, 2006
I Am Sorry Melissa
I screwed up badly... Melissa... I befriended her, I guess. But, to tell the truth I really want her back as a friend. Just someone to talk to. I don't know if that will be possible. I hope it will be.
Melissa, you were right about everything. You were. And, you don't need to ever talk to me again. But I need to tell you I am so sorry. Really. I am sick of listening to "Melissa" to make me feel better. I need to talk to you. Because you make me feel better. You are my favorite person to talk to. I swear.
I hope you forgive me Melissa. And, if you don't. That is fine... I will just miss out on being your friend...
Sorry,
Zack.
Melissa, you were right about everything. You were. And, you don't need to ever talk to me again. But I need to tell you I am so sorry. Really. I am sick of listening to "Melissa" to make me feel better. I need to talk to you. Because you make me feel better. You are my favorite person to talk to. I swear.
I hope you forgive me Melissa. And, if you don't. That is fine... I will just miss out on being your friend...
Sorry,
Zack.
Melissa, I wish you were real...
Melissa, the song, is what I am listening to. I wish this Melissa was real. I know one. Or I did. Then, I found out I was being used. Not a big surprise. I wish I had somebody real.
My Life Backfired. Wow, and it really hurts.
Mary is not my friend I guess. Just some girl who decided to get me to stop liking Melissa, wow, how nice? And then keeps talking to me and says all of these sweet things. And, on Christmas day... LIES to me so much, then says she's sorry, but, then nothing...
Melissa, I don't know.
So much for "the good times."
Melissa, I don't know.
So much for "the good times."
To All It May Concern
I need to say to everybody. You are not me. You are not my mind, my soul, and definitely not my Heart. I did once have feelings for Melissa, and I admit it. And, I don't want people saying I like the SONG Melissa because of her. I have loved that song before I knew she was living.
And, sorry to be so mean, but, you think I am in Love with Mary. Far from it. Don't even go there, and, if you want to say I am denying it. Well, suit yourself. I don't want to have to fight over something I don't care to fight about. A fist in my face becomes something more to you.
Sorry if I hurt anyone,
Zack.
And, sorry to be so mean, but, you think I am in Love with Mary. Far from it. Don't even go there, and, if you want to say I am denying it. Well, suit yourself. I don't want to have to fight over something I don't care to fight about. A fist in my face becomes something more to you.
Sorry if I hurt anyone,
Zack.
Sometimes you do get not what you need
With Blues in one hand, and worry in the other,
my hopes are broken, I do not have what I need,
only what I wanted, but, I need something not materialistic.
Whether I am talking about the perfect girl,
or a different life,
a few more friends,
or understanding,
I did get friends,
but my Heart still needs more healing,
and I just let it down, each and every time
my hopes are broken, I do not have what I need,
only what I wanted, but, I need something not materialistic.
Whether I am talking about the perfect girl,
or a different life,
a few more friends,
or understanding,
I did get friends,
but my Heart still needs more healing,
and I just let it down, each and every time
Mary Christmas!
With her soft emotional eyes,
luscious smiles,
I love to see her,
only someday soon.
luscious smiles,
I love to see her,
only someday soon.
I Love You Mary! And all of my friends (Melissa especially)!!! Merry Christmas!!! I Love You Melissa and Mary!!!
Sunday, December 24, 2006
Poem For Mary, The Best Christmas Gift I Will Ever Received
Her voice I do not know, I soon will hear,
the way she can say anything,
and be able to make you laugh,
no matter how bad you
may be feeling.
Her beauty I have seen, she is so young and brilliant,
her eyes are soft, with nothing but care inside,
she loves to tell you how she feels,
whether it is with hugs,
or by holding your hand.
She made me see, through the darkest of night,
that Love can exist for me.
I felt like a ghost, an ugly creature no one could love,
I would sit all alone,
no one nearby,
no one to ever care.
She met me from a friend,
who I love with my Heart,
thanks to her,
a girl I may have never knew,
appeared through the darkness,
light in my eyes,
I finally could see.
Passions, Love, Music, Singing,
she loves to speak of herself,
and what we have in common,
whether it by a word,
or by our minds.
She broke through the evil
cages around me,
made of lead,
I felt could never be broken.
Along with her came another,
they both talk to me,
they both seem to understand,
they looked past the dirty words,
lies,
and strange rumors many made of me,
my image may be what is seen,
but my insides do not
always
show.
She got to know me,
nobody had ever seen me through and through,
except for one,
but that one showed her to me,
a beast in a cage,
ready to be killed,
or talked to,
to see what is matter.
She listened, and we talked,
she says I am not like they say,
we now are two friends,
hand in hand,
I love her,
she loves me,
this is to the one who became my friend.
I Love You.
Thank you Mary for looking past all of the lies and rumors put upon me. Only two have ever done that. And, only one though, said the words I Love You. That was you. And, I Love You. Until my Heart stops beating, and after that, until existence is no more.
Mary, thank you for being the Greatest Christmas Gift I have ever received.
I Love You Mary,
Merry Christmas,
Love,
Zack.
the way she can say anything,
and be able to make you laugh,
no matter how bad you
may be feeling.
Her beauty I have seen, she is so young and brilliant,
her eyes are soft, with nothing but care inside,
she loves to tell you how she feels,
whether it is with hugs,
or by holding your hand.
She made me see, through the darkest of night,
that Love can exist for me.
I felt like a ghost, an ugly creature no one could love,
I would sit all alone,
no one nearby,
no one to ever care.
She met me from a friend,
who I love with my Heart,
thanks to her,
a girl I may have never knew,
appeared through the darkness,
light in my eyes,
I finally could see.
Passions, Love, Music, Singing,
she loves to speak of herself,
and what we have in common,
whether it by a word,
or by our minds.
She broke through the evil
cages around me,
made of lead,
I felt could never be broken.
Along with her came another,
they both talk to me,
they both seem to understand,
they looked past the dirty words,
lies,
and strange rumors many made of me,
my image may be what is seen,
but my insides do not
always
show.
She got to know me,
nobody had ever seen me through and through,
except for one,
but that one showed her to me,
a beast in a cage,
ready to be killed,
or talked to,
to see what is matter.
She listened, and we talked,
she says I am not like they say,
we now are two friends,
hand in hand,
I love her,
she loves me,
this is to the one who became my friend.
I Love You.
Thank you Mary for looking past all of the lies and rumors put upon me. Only two have ever done that. And, only one though, said the words I Love You. That was you. And, I Love You. Until my Heart stops beating, and after that, until existence is no more.
Mary, thank you for being the Greatest Christmas Gift I have ever received.
I Love You Mary,
Merry Christmas,
Love,
Zack.
Mary, here is your Christmas Presents...
Merry Christmas, Mary, I hope you like the pictures. Sorry for it taking so long. I hope you like and/or enjoy them.
:)
Love,
Zack.
:)
Love,
Zack.
December 24
Everything is perfect. But, no snow. That is way too bad. I wanted snow.
Well, I am finally getting to meet Mary, and, I am so excited. I finally get to actually see her... Right there. In front of me. I can't believe it.
Mary, Melissa, and I are going to the mall to have a blast. Well, it should be. And, I can't wait to meet her. And, I will actually be with Melissa, too. And, I will actually talk to her. Which, I don't do in person with her a lot. Which, I do not know why, but I feel very comfortable now. I think it should be a good time and I am definitely sure we will get to talk about loads of fun stuff.
Well, today is Christmas Eve. And, I am happy Christmas is tomorrow. But, truthfully, I wouldn't mind if it weren't Christmas, or I wouldn't mind if I didn't get a thing. I guess I have changed, and care more about people. Melissa and Mary are my favorite Christmas presents by far. Too bad they don't have a bow on :)
Hmmm... I got money today, and all of that fun stuff. It is Christmas Eve... Maybe I will get a nice goody tonight. Yay.
Well, that is all for now... Except for I Love You Melissa and Mary!
Well, I am finally getting to meet Mary, and, I am so excited. I finally get to actually see her... Right there. In front of me. I can't believe it.
Mary, Melissa, and I are going to the mall to have a blast. Well, it should be. And, I can't wait to meet her. And, I will actually be with Melissa, too. And, I will actually talk to her. Which, I don't do in person with her a lot. Which, I do not know why, but I feel very comfortable now. I think it should be a good time and I am definitely sure we will get to talk about loads of fun stuff.
Well, today is Christmas Eve. And, I am happy Christmas is tomorrow. But, truthfully, I wouldn't mind if it weren't Christmas, or I wouldn't mind if I didn't get a thing. I guess I have changed, and care more about people. Melissa and Mary are my favorite Christmas presents by far. Too bad they don't have a bow on :)
Hmmm... I got money today, and all of that fun stuff. It is Christmas Eve... Maybe I will get a nice goody tonight. Yay.
Well, that is all for now... Except for I Love You Melissa and Mary!
Mary...
Mary is saying she loves me. I am excited :) I Love Her So Much!
Laughter, and her smile,
I can't believe what we have,
so delicate, but with care,
I can't believe what we have,
so delicate, but with care,
a friendship like no other.
P.S. I must admit, I really can't wait to hold her hand :)
P.S. I must admit, I really can't wait to hold her hand :)
Poem For Melissa
Beauty has several factors, you have none, some or all,
some are born beautiful,
with rosy cheeks and luscious smiles,
some with frowns and distant eyes.
In you I see joy and happiness, and pain, at the same time.
You love, and you care
endlessly guiding some of us through,
is there no end to your guidance?
I love it so.
Beauty, is the subject,
and I will admit,
those factors show in you,
with those smiles,
or wondering, wandering eyes,
quick strolls here and there,
paths you walk on,
they may be blessed,
you are beautiful,
and I know you know it is so.
Blank stares, into space, into eyes,
or looks of wonder,
or your smile, it makes us all smile,
everything I see in you,
is beautiful,
everything,
and I believe that many do, believe it.
But, I may be the only,
to say,
that though you may seek,
and roam for true love,
you must remember,
nights go by,
and there are some of us,
who before we sleep send our prayers to you,
there are some.
And, they,
are
your
true
Love.
They will stick by you,
and,
no matter what you do,
we will be there,
to wipe those tears from your eyes.
some are born beautiful,
with rosy cheeks and luscious smiles,
some with frowns and distant eyes.
In you I see joy and happiness, and pain, at the same time.
You love, and you care
endlessly guiding some of us through,
is there no end to your guidance?
I love it so.
Beauty, is the subject,
and I will admit,
those factors show in you,
with those smiles,
or wondering, wandering eyes,
quick strolls here and there,
paths you walk on,
they may be blessed,
you are beautiful,
and I know you know it is so.
Blank stares, into space, into eyes,
or looks of wonder,
or your smile, it makes us all smile,
everything I see in you,
is beautiful,
everything,
and I believe that many do, believe it.
But, I may be the only,
to say,
that though you may seek,
and roam for true love,
you must remember,
nights go by,
and there are some of us,
who before we sleep send our prayers to you,
there are some.
And, they,
are
your
true
Love.
They will stick by you,
and,
no matter what you do,
we will be there,
to wipe those tears from your eyes.
Sweet Melissa, She Definitely Is.
Sooo I didn't sleep last night.
I didn't feel like it I guess.
But it was worth it.
FINISHING MY PAPER :-)
Melissa's away message after talking together for four hours... And, the conversation started at about two in the morning. We are going to try to make it a yearly thing :)
Our conversation was just so great. We talked about so many things. Our own problems, the Government, Poetry, Singing, all of our passions... I suppose. Man, it was a lot of fun, and, so what if I haven't slept in a while? That is just okay, because that was just an amazing conversation. Didn't think I would ever talk that long to her. Well, sometimes the unexpected happens. And, it has been happening a lot recently.
And, she thinks my dance idea is sweet :)
Love,
Zack.
I didn't feel like it I guess.
But it was worth it.
FINISHING MY PAPER :-)
Melissa's away message after talking together for four hours... And, the conversation started at about two in the morning. We are going to try to make it a yearly thing :)
Our conversation was just so great. We talked about so many things. Our own problems, the Government, Poetry, Singing, all of our passions... I suppose. Man, it was a lot of fun, and, so what if I haven't slept in a while? That is just okay, because that was just an amazing conversation. Didn't think I would ever talk that long to her. Well, sometimes the unexpected happens. And, it has been happening a lot recently.
And, she thinks my dance idea is sweet :)
Love,
Zack.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
After the Christmas Party, and It Is Christmas Eve...
Well, times are great and I feel amazing. I am the happiest person alive. Life is really fun. Hey, I have the best friends...
Well, the Christmas Party was fun. I got to sing, and I do believe my vocals were very good. I am not always impressed by my vocals, but tonight I was. I am really becoming the singer I want to be.
I don't know what to talk about, but I am really happy about my life at the moment. Like, I am so in love with life. I cannot wait for tomorrow and the next day, and the next!
Mary. I love her so much... Melissa, oh, the same. That is all I can say... And, I don't know what to talk about, so I shall be leaving...
Merry Christmas-Eve.
Well, the Christmas Party was fun. I got to sing, and I do believe my vocals were very good. I am not always impressed by my vocals, but tonight I was. I am really becoming the singer I want to be.
I don't know what to talk about, but I am really happy about my life at the moment. Like, I am so in love with life. I cannot wait for tomorrow and the next day, and the next!
Mary. I love her so much... Melissa, oh, the same. That is all I can say... And, I don't know what to talk about, so I shall be leaving...
Merry Christmas-Eve.
I am the happiest person alive.
I don't want to tell you. But, I am... And, I can't stop smiling...
:):):)
:):):)
Oh, Sweet Melissa...
There is a song called "Melissa" by the Allman Brothers. I absolutely love the song, it is my favorite song. And, another great add-on to the greatness is that my best friend's (well, I have two) name is Melissa. And, I completely love the song, and I love Melissa to death. She is one of those people I can talk to and not care about what we are talking about. I could actually be with her and have a great time, but, that has yet to happen.
I have to tell you something I have been wanting to do. Dance with Melissa to "Melissa." Sounds strange? It may be, and, guess what, once that gets out, I may as well be the most embarrassed person ever... But, there is worse.
I thought about doing this for awhile. As a surprise. It started as something else, but, it is not something I need to mention (and that idea didn't involve me). Well, obviously, my idea is out, and she will eventually hear about it, and I hope she does. And, she doesn't have to. But, it'd be sweet if she'd let me. I want it to be a thank you, and I Love You, note to her. But, I have to say it. I don't love her in a romantic way, but, in a 'I will always be here for you, and, I will help you through the hard times, and..." I don't know, I just love her so much. And, there is another one out there who knows I Love Them... But, do I need to publicize it again? I don't know... But, I do Love You Two... Forever.
I have to tell you something I have been wanting to do. Dance with Melissa to "Melissa." Sounds strange? It may be, and, guess what, once that gets out, I may as well be the most embarrassed person ever... But, there is worse.
I thought about doing this for awhile. As a surprise. It started as something else, but, it is not something I need to mention (and that idea didn't involve me). Well, obviously, my idea is out, and she will eventually hear about it, and I hope she does. And, she doesn't have to. But, it'd be sweet if she'd let me. I want it to be a thank you, and I Love You, note to her. But, I have to say it. I don't love her in a romantic way, but, in a 'I will always be here for you, and, I will help you through the hard times, and..." I don't know, I just love her so much. And, there is another one out there who knows I Love Them... But, do I need to publicize it again? I don't know... But, I do Love You Two... Forever.
Poem For Tupac Shakur
Money, fame, smack,
backs may turn on you,
but they never will see,
that firing desire inside of you.
Changes go around,
dedications go out to our government,
but they never did push for you
or me,
they just want what is best for them,
but, nothing they have,
suits me or you.
Whether years go by,
or they end and we all die,
pushing to try,
living some type of dream,
words and racism,
guns and murder,
following you.
Oh, god,
help us,
we the ones they lack to see,
we speak of pains,
speak of sorrow,
but I do not understand,
why they do not look at me,
or you.
So are we deserving?
Do we need this attention, gleaming down on us,
or should we be,
like no other,
running out,
from those who hurt the the poor,
we live in poverty,
lack of soul.
Me and you,
You and I,
just remember something,
everyone remembers the ones
that are different.
That is me and you.
You
and
I.
-Zack Pomerleau, December 23, 2006. For Tupac Shakur.
backs may turn on you,
but they never will see,
that firing desire inside of you.
Changes go around,
dedications go out to our government,
but they never did push for you
or me,
they just want what is best for them,
but, nothing they have,
suits me or you.
Whether years go by,
or they end and we all die,
pushing to try,
living some type of dream,
words and racism,
guns and murder,
following you.
Oh, god,
help us,
we the ones they lack to see,
we speak of pains,
speak of sorrow,
but I do not understand,
why they do not look at me,
or you.
So are we deserving?
Do we need this attention, gleaming down on us,
or should we be,
like no other,
running out,
from those who hurt the the poor,
we live in poverty,
lack of soul.
Me and you,
You and I,
just remember something,
everyone remembers the ones
that are different.
That is me and you.
You
and
I.
-Zack Pomerleau, December 23, 2006. For Tupac Shakur.
December 23, but, not early in the morning.
Today so far has been a fairly decent day. A man I thought I could never see a thing in, I now see him as a beautiful man. Tupac Shakur. I read his Poetry Book entitled: "The Rose That Grew From Concrete." His Poetry was beautiful. I could not believe the beauty in his words. I share some of his views. He was very misunderstood, and I think I am, too. I know I am. And, Tupac, you were a beautiful man, and, you are greatly missed.
Other than that, I have had a decent day, well, so far. I am going to a Christmas Party tonight, where my brother works. It should be great fun. But I have nothing to say about it. I have nothing to say about the party. So I will move on.
I really want to talk about something new, but I can't. I would like to, but again, I can't. I want to talk bout a somebody. But, I can't, because I don't know what to say. I am feeling awkward. Don't even ask. But, again, I have the bestest friends a person could ask for, really. I swear, I am having a Merry Pre-Christmas... Yeah... And, it is odd... Because they are girls... But, that doesn't really matter. So it isn't odd... It is amazing. But, I won't ask them out... Because... I want to keep them as good friends. And, never want to break their Hearts. But, maybe someday. I don't know... Really, I am so happy, but, yeah. I Love Mary To Death. And, you know what, Melissa is amazing. If you want to fight about it... Find me... I will beat you, because... I have passion.
I have nothing else to say... But, I will close with a Poem...
Other than that, I have had a decent day, well, so far. I am going to a Christmas Party tonight, where my brother works. It should be great fun. But I have nothing to say about it. I have nothing to say about the party. So I will move on.
I really want to talk about something new, but I can't. I would like to, but again, I can't. I want to talk bout a somebody. But, I can't, because I don't know what to say. I am feeling awkward. Don't even ask. But, again, I have the bestest friends a person could ask for, really. I swear, I am having a Merry Pre-Christmas... Yeah... And, it is odd... Because they are girls... But, that doesn't really matter. So it isn't odd... It is amazing. But, I won't ask them out... Because... I want to keep them as good friends. And, never want to break their Hearts. But, maybe someday. I don't know... Really, I am so happy, but, yeah. I Love Mary To Death. And, you know what, Melissa is amazing. If you want to fight about it... Find me... I will beat you, because... I have passion.
I have nothing else to say... But, I will close with a Poem...
In a world, here I was,
no one around, feelings I had none,
with cold air blowing in my face, my eyes filled with tears,
I had nothing but myself, and, sometimes, that isn't good enough.
But, they say, we have guardian angels,
watching over us,
I believe it true, but I am not sure if you do.
And, I have one... Maybe more,
my crying is now not of sorrow,
but of laughter,
and Love,
everlasting.
For today.
Until the Day I Die... And longer.
I give my Love To You.
You know who you are,
whether there is one
or
two.
I do
Love
You.
no one around, feelings I had none,
with cold air blowing in my face, my eyes filled with tears,
I had nothing but myself, and, sometimes, that isn't good enough.
But, they say, we have guardian angels,
watching over us,
I believe it true, but I am not sure if you do.
And, I have one... Maybe more,
my crying is now not of sorrow,
but of laughter,
and Love,
everlasting.
For today.
Until the Day I Die... And longer.
I give my Love To You.
You know who you are,
whether there is one
or
two.
I do
Love
You.
Friday, December 22, 2006
December 23
It is very early. Really early. But I cannot sleep and feel I need to write a Poem. But, I don't feel like it, so I am going to write what I feel, whether that may seem stupid or not, I would not know, as, I don't know. I am tired.
First, I guess I would like to talk about Mary, yes Mary... Mary is a name I have been hearing a lot lately. She is also a person I have talked to a lot recently. Lately, my life has been down in the ditches, or, I guess in the ruts, and I really wanted to leave those ruts. But, I couldn't. So I started talking to my friend Melissa, who I barely ever spoke to before. And, sadly, I never talk to her in school, for, unknown reasons. Like I am afraid, or something. But, anyways. We talked about anything, found out she had a new Love in her life, and, at the time, I was interested in Melissa, so, that was a downer. Well, she introduced me to Mary online. But before she did she described her to me: a sweet, pretty read-head with a lot of care in her Heart. Man, she sounded like a really nice girl. I was so happy for her. And, finally, we met online. And, we talked, and she was so sweet, and nice. She didn't care that I liked Melissa, or that is what she said, and talked to me about her passions and what not. I shared mine, too. Funny thing is, is that Melissa told me she left, and I didn't notice, I was so caught up in our conversation, Mary is a good talker. Well, I asked Melissa something, but calling her Mary and she says "You know this is Melissa right? Mary left." Well, I made a silly excuse, something like "Oh, I was talking to someone else, wrong box." Well, I was a little embarrassed.
Well, very shortly after, maybe a week or so? I am not quite sure, but, Melissa told me Mary and her had broken up. I felt real bad. So we talked. And, then, out of the blue, I get a nice IM Message from Mary. I was happy. I wanted to speak to her more.
Well, we talked. And, I first asked her for her MySpace. And she asked if I was going to become her stalker, and I jokingly said yes. We started talking from there. I remember calling her 'Hon' sometimes during that conversation, and I was pretty sure she felt uncomfortable with it.
During the conversation I asked about her break up with Melissa, and, she didn't want to explain, so she pointed me to her MySpace blogs. My computer was being slow, so I couldn't read them. But I did later on. It was very sad. But, we changed the subject quickly and we spoke about our passions and all of this great stuff about Music and Theatre (or is it Theater?), it was grand. I knew from that conversation on we were meant to be good friends, maybe even close friends. Well, we kept talking, it was fun. Well, it was finally getting late and we said our Goodnights, and she gave me her email because she said she'd love to talk though she couldn't be on AIM and also gave it to me just so I could reach her if I ever wanted to talk. I quickly gave her two emails of mine.
She shortly after logged-off after a long 'Goodnight Zack, Goodnight Mary' conversation. Well, I quickly raced to my email account and sent her an email, I am pretty sure memory remembers the subject tile: "Hi Mary, Just Thought I Should Beat You To It!" But, I am not really sure.
She emailed me quickly after and we talked some more. She told me to tell her some things about myself. So I did, I told her I was a Musician, and a Poet. She already knew I was a Musician, because of our Berklee College Chat and both wanting to go there, but she never knew I was a Poet. So she responded and asked for me to write her a Poem. I did. She liked it and then she gave me her Blogger link. I read every single one of her entries within a few hours. It was sad and funny. I quickly made my own. Then we said our final Goodnights, and I started to write on my blogger.
So, it has basically been the same since then, she constantly writing about me being "misunderstood by most" and other things. I agree with her. She definitely knows me. She knows my thoughts it seems. She is so Amazing. She says she is disappointed with her friends because of our friendship and them saying I am sketchy and scary. That is okay.
Well, things 'heated up,' I guess you could say, recently. Told her I wrote a song called "Mary" and wasn't going to ever use it because of several rumors of me being scary and sort of a stalker. If I played it people would think I was stalking her. Well, it wasn't even written for her, until I met her. Then I made it about her.
I showed it to her (by this time Mary had seen a few Poems of mine, also) and an early version, which, I am sorry Mary, was just made up because I didn't want you to think strange of me. Well, she said she liked the song.
Then I told her I had a bit of a Love Interest. She told me to give her hints. Finally, after several emails, I emailed her a Poem describing the girl. It was her. I could tell she was shocked. Man, I really thought she hated me, like she proved that all of those rumors were true. Well, I told her I meant Love as a very close friend, and maybe someday more. We talked it over, it is fine now. Later on, we said our Goodnights, and I noticed she slipped in "Love, Mary" in her emails to me. Maybe nothing significant, but to me it was. I had sent her "Love, Zackery" and "Love, Zack" several times.
Now it is a new day, and I got it all off of my mind... Well, the events. But, I am still confused. Do I like her THAT much? Or is she a just a close friend? I don't know, and I will let time tell, but, she is an Amazing girl, and, I know, I have said it before, but I Love Her To Death, that is how much of a friend she is to me. She means a lot to me.
Goodnight, and I hope you slept well Mary, and had good dreams. Remember, you are Beautiful... And, I do Love You, in some way, shape or form.
Love,
Zack.
First, I guess I would like to talk about Mary, yes Mary... Mary is a name I have been hearing a lot lately. She is also a person I have talked to a lot recently. Lately, my life has been down in the ditches, or, I guess in the ruts, and I really wanted to leave those ruts. But, I couldn't. So I started talking to my friend Melissa, who I barely ever spoke to before. And, sadly, I never talk to her in school, for, unknown reasons. Like I am afraid, or something. But, anyways. We talked about anything, found out she had a new Love in her life, and, at the time, I was interested in Melissa, so, that was a downer. Well, she introduced me to Mary online. But before she did she described her to me: a sweet, pretty read-head with a lot of care in her Heart. Man, she sounded like a really nice girl. I was so happy for her. And, finally, we met online. And, we talked, and she was so sweet, and nice. She didn't care that I liked Melissa, or that is what she said, and talked to me about her passions and what not. I shared mine, too. Funny thing is, is that Melissa told me she left, and I didn't notice, I was so caught up in our conversation, Mary is a good talker. Well, I asked Melissa something, but calling her Mary and she says "You know this is Melissa right? Mary left." Well, I made a silly excuse, something like "Oh, I was talking to someone else, wrong box." Well, I was a little embarrassed.
Well, very shortly after, maybe a week or so? I am not quite sure, but, Melissa told me Mary and her had broken up. I felt real bad. So we talked. And, then, out of the blue, I get a nice IM Message from Mary. I was happy. I wanted to speak to her more.
Well, we talked. And, I first asked her for her MySpace. And she asked if I was going to become her stalker, and I jokingly said yes. We started talking from there. I remember calling her 'Hon' sometimes during that conversation, and I was pretty sure she felt uncomfortable with it.
During the conversation I asked about her break up with Melissa, and, she didn't want to explain, so she pointed me to her MySpace blogs. My computer was being slow, so I couldn't read them. But I did later on. It was very sad. But, we changed the subject quickly and we spoke about our passions and all of this great stuff about Music and Theatre (or is it Theater?), it was grand. I knew from that conversation on we were meant to be good friends, maybe even close friends. Well, we kept talking, it was fun. Well, it was finally getting late and we said our Goodnights, and she gave me her email because she said she'd love to talk though she couldn't be on AIM and also gave it to me just so I could reach her if I ever wanted to talk. I quickly gave her two emails of mine.
She shortly after logged-off after a long 'Goodnight Zack, Goodnight Mary' conversation. Well, I quickly raced to my email account and sent her an email, I am pretty sure memory remembers the subject tile: "Hi Mary, Just Thought I Should Beat You To It!" But, I am not really sure.
She emailed me quickly after and we talked some more. She told me to tell her some things about myself. So I did, I told her I was a Musician, and a Poet. She already knew I was a Musician, because of our Berklee College Chat and both wanting to go there, but she never knew I was a Poet. So she responded and asked for me to write her a Poem. I did. She liked it and then she gave me her Blogger link. I read every single one of her entries within a few hours. It was sad and funny. I quickly made my own. Then we said our final Goodnights, and I started to write on my blogger.
So, it has basically been the same since then, she constantly writing about me being "misunderstood by most" and other things. I agree with her. She definitely knows me. She knows my thoughts it seems. She is so Amazing. She says she is disappointed with her friends because of our friendship and them saying I am sketchy and scary. That is okay.
Well, things 'heated up,' I guess you could say, recently. Told her I wrote a song called "Mary" and wasn't going to ever use it because of several rumors of me being scary and sort of a stalker. If I played it people would think I was stalking her. Well, it wasn't even written for her, until I met her. Then I made it about her.
I showed it to her (by this time Mary had seen a few Poems of mine, also) and an early version, which, I am sorry Mary, was just made up because I didn't want you to think strange of me. Well, she said she liked the song.
Then I told her I had a bit of a Love Interest. She told me to give her hints. Finally, after several emails, I emailed her a Poem describing the girl. It was her. I could tell she was shocked. Man, I really thought she hated me, like she proved that all of those rumors were true. Well, I told her I meant Love as a very close friend, and maybe someday more. We talked it over, it is fine now. Later on, we said our Goodnights, and I noticed she slipped in "Love, Mary" in her emails to me. Maybe nothing significant, but to me it was. I had sent her "Love, Zackery" and "Love, Zack" several times.
Now it is a new day, and I got it all off of my mind... Well, the events. But, I am still confused. Do I like her THAT much? Or is she a just a close friend? I don't know, and I will let time tell, but, she is an Amazing girl, and, I know, I have said it before, but I Love Her To Death, that is how much of a friend she is to me. She means a lot to me.
Goodnight, and I hope you slept well Mary, and had good dreams. Remember, you are Beautiful... And, I do Love You, in some way, shape or form.
Love,
Zack.
Confusion in my mind, clouds cover my thoughts,
I am all over the place, I do not understand myself anymore,
is this love, creeping from the corners of my life,
or is it just someone who I see as a great friend.
It is Love.
I am just not sure of the form,
but I do know who it is for,
and it is you,
the girl with Blood Red Hair,
and a really cute smile.
Love,
Zack.
I am all over the place, I do not understand myself anymore,
is this love, creeping from the corners of my life,
or is it just someone who I see as a great friend.
It is Love.
I am just not sure of the form,
but I do know who it is for,
and it is you,
the girl with Blood Red Hair,
and a really cute smile.
Love,
Zack.
Poem For Mary, May She Read It After She Wakes
Do you ever a time once you don't make me laugh?
I swear, you always get me with a great one...
She can give you a smile and steal your frown away from you,
she can make you laugh so hard you cry.
She can make you want to hug her more and more,
every time she aches, you want to help her heal.
Her dreams are high, and they are priority, too,
same as mine, what I should do is go with her,
so I can be there once she laughs and once she cries,
so I can tell her, remember, I Love You,
and so don't others too,
because you are so beautiful,
inside and out,
there is nothing about you a person couldn't like.
Mary,
a picture of you cannot portray your beauty, as it is so much more,
with your words and your smiles,
your wisdom,
your grace,
I know you from somewheres,
that's right,
but she wasn't existing yet.
Meeting you maybe a great turning point in my life,
finally somebody to remove that backwards smile on my face,
and get my eyes to water as I laugh from her words.
Making me cry is something else you can also do,
but it is not personally to me, but to another you may seem love,
and with her beauty and shine,
I do understand why,
she is a princess, just like you, both of you are so alike,
by words and wisdom,
everything else you do.
You talk about lost love,
you tell me about your past,
you tell me about her leaving,
and how it made me weep.
I am sorry,
I want to say,
but I know that isn't anything I need to say,
it is better I say,
I Love You,
and she still does too.
Mary,
with all of your beauty,
I cannot define,
I hope you awake and smile,
just like I intended to try to do,
and if you don't,
that is okay,
but I will get you another way.
Goodnight Mary,
my love and thoughts and dreams go to you,
I cannot wait until we
speak
again.
(Mary, I Love You So Much, you are an amazing friend!)
I swear, you always get me with a great one...
She can give you a smile and steal your frown away from you,
she can make you laugh so hard you cry.
She can make you want to hug her more and more,
every time she aches, you want to help her heal.
Her dreams are high, and they are priority, too,
same as mine, what I should do is go with her,
so I can be there once she laughs and once she cries,
so I can tell her, remember, I Love You,
and so don't others too,
because you are so beautiful,
inside and out,
there is nothing about you a person couldn't like.
Mary,
a picture of you cannot portray your beauty, as it is so much more,
with your words and your smiles,
your wisdom,
your grace,
I know you from somewheres,
that's right,
but she wasn't existing yet.
Meeting you maybe a great turning point in my life,
finally somebody to remove that backwards smile on my face,
and get my eyes to water as I laugh from her words.
Making me cry is something else you can also do,
but it is not personally to me, but to another you may seem love,
and with her beauty and shine,
I do understand why,
she is a princess, just like you, both of you are so alike,
by words and wisdom,
everything else you do.
You talk about lost love,
you tell me about your past,
you tell me about her leaving,
and how it made me weep.
I am sorry,
I want to say,
but I know that isn't anything I need to say,
it is better I say,
I Love You,
and she still does too.
Mary,
with all of your beauty,
I cannot define,
I hope you awake and smile,
just like I intended to try to do,
and if you don't,
that is okay,
but I will get you another way.
Goodnight Mary,
my love and thoughts and dreams go to you,
I cannot wait until we
speak
again.
(Mary, I Love You So Much, you are an amazing friend!)
Sorry about time problems...
Most times are wrong, I didn't post some at those times... Four in the morning? Right...
Poem For Pamela Courson Morrison
With you hair so red, like a bloody sun,
your regrets follow you through and through,
with tomorrows bound to come, and desperately drowning,
you are losing yourself, your prince is no more.
With his baritone voice to soothe your mind,
Poetry read will be existant no more,
your tear-drops fall to the ground, your eyes shining like stars,
giving up isn't easy, especially for love,
He is right there, holding your hand,
through the meadows so fine, and wherever you may dine,
death is no longer tragedy, you died for love,
and now you may be in a beautiful heaven,
with your prince once again,
holding hands once more,
gazing in each others eyes,
together once again.
-For Pamela Courson Morrison, December 22, 2006.
Happy Birthday Pamela Courson Morrison!
Pamela Courson Morrison
Decenber 22, 1946-April 26, 1973
Pamela Courson was the true love of Jim Morrison, frontman of The Doors. Their lives together were a bit tough at times, and was cut too short. She was a beautiful lady who sadly past away shortly after the death of her true love Jim Morrison. She would have been sixty today. May she Rest In Peace.
Pamela Courson was the true love of Jim Morrison, frontman of The Doors. Their lives together were a bit tough at times, and was cut too short. She was a beautiful lady who sadly past away shortly after the death of her true love Jim Morrison. She would have been sixty today. May she Rest In Peace.
I hope she is with Jim right now...
"I think I was once
I think we were
Your milk is my wine
Your milk is my wine
My silk is your shine"
-James Douglas Morrison.
Another New Poem
Oh, the one that I do love,
your face has happiness like those of a child,
you are so young and bold, limitless and free,
But I has worries, mourning deaths of people I do not know,
just to findm they were nore cowardice than I,
as I cannot say those graceful words, they leave my tongue,
and everytime I try, I seem like a fool,
confused by all that is happening,
oh so fast, but with so many smiles,
and there soon may be too many miles
for me to travel on, those roads to get to you.
Oh, the one I do love,
the sun ignites your hair with a constant beauty,
a picture is not enough, you're beauty is not capturable,
only memory can come close, but my memory longs for you,
not for thoughs I have of you.
And, with those thoughs rushing through my head,
as I do try to lay in bed, it has all been said before,
but I make it seem so much more less than it is.
My words are not lies, they do not deceive,
they just hint at what I really want to say,
what I truly long for inside.
Oh, the one I do love,
please hold my hand, walk distances with me,
so much is unseen, we can hunt for the hidden,
whether it is good, or bad, we be side by side,
protecting each other, hands always together.
My Heart to you, naybe yours to me,
I shall take good care, never breaking your Heart,
never bruising it, or even cracking it,
I shall keep it together, through good or sad,
I Love You So, don't you know?
I shall leave it at that, and if you do understand,
I believe you will confront me, someday very soon.
December 22
It is quite early here. about 8 or so. It is real early, and I am very tired but seemingly cannot get any sleep, so I will probably be up until 2 in the good ol' friend of mine, AM, yes, that is write, I will be up until tomorrow morning and wake at about ten or so, like always. Hey, I will have energy later today, but for now I am just posting because I feel like it.
Last night was no good, trying to get some sleep but something was on my mind, I am not sure what it was, but it is still on my mind, and won't leave my mind. I don't really feel like talking about it, it is really complicated and will get grief from some of my so-called "friends," so I would rather keep it to myself for awhile
Well, I remember yesterday talking to my friends Melissa and Mary, all day, and trying to record some of my Harmonica playing, and of course, it didn't work out. It is great how I can pay nearly $400 of equipment and I can't figure out how to use it. Well, atleast I got some stuff recorded, but it was all Acoustic, and I am not that proud of it. I should be soon recording some songs for a local T.V. station, which will definitely be fun, but I am not sure when that will be, truthfully and honestly.
Well, Melissa was okay yesterday, she must have been a little bit stresses, she was working on a paper or something, and I felt bad. I hope she is getting it done, I want her to enjoy her vacation. She is always fun to talk to, I must admit, and I really want her to have a great vacation. She needs it considering she was sick for awhile, and she has been a bit stressed about other things.
Mary is doing okay. She is as usually, very cute and funny, always get a laugh or a smile out of me, ain't that grand? Of course it is! Well, I did find out some interesting things. All of Mary's Auburn friends (all people I know, so it comes to me a 'surprise') told her I am the sketchiest and scariest person alive. Well, at least she has gotten to know me, and she disagrees. It figures, some of these so-called friends of mine are just little con-friends. It is amazing, I don't have too too many friends on my side on things, my side has never been looked at or examined.
But, anyways, I am okay with that. Mary doesn't seemed to be bothered with me and we seem to be good friends already, which is great. I am really hoping to meet her as I would LOVE to hear her singing, I have been told she is a CLASS-A singer, and I also want to hear her play Clarinet, which I have heard she is good as some of the legends (if she can match Benny Goodman, than, yes, she is truly a prodigy),
Other than my life that has few friends, I have also become a bit more musically involved with The Blues. Right now I am listening to "The Paul Butterfield Blues Band." The song I am listening to is called "Mary Mary," it is the only song I really have only heard once by him, it his interesting. I believe it was written by Nesmith, whatever his first name is, of the 'band' "The Monkees." Hey, it is still a great song, Harmonica playing is top notch as always. And, if in case you are wondering, this song is of the album "East-Wes" and Paul Butterfield is a Blues Harmonicist (Yes, a Harmonica player). But, at this moment I would like to hear a different song, as this song is really not that great... Well, actually, it just ended. Now I am listening to the track before it, "Work Song," which is a Jazz-Psychedelic Blues Jam. It is really a great instrumental, Mike Bloomfield play a mean Eastern Guitar, and Butterfield really screams with his Harmonica. And, man the Organist knows how to play. Such a great band. Sadly, Paul Butterfield and Mike Bloomfield lost interest in the band, or that is what I have heard. Paul and Mike both did their own thing, and sadly they both died in the eighties from Overdoses and Alcohol Complications and Addictions.
Well, anyways, on to MY music, I recently formed a Blues Band, which is appropriately named "The Zack Pomerleau Blues Band." It should be great fun playing and recording together. The members are me on Harmonica, Vocals and Guitar, Alex Smith on Keyboard, Cody Leavitt on Guitar, and Jared Girardin on Drums. All of the members have been friends of mine for either a year or two or even for several years. I will be great jamming together. I think we are all very talented Musicians, and we all can make a full sounding band with so few members, even though I only touch base with Guitar here and there.
So, for the Blues Band, I have written a few Blues songs, which, really aren't too too hard to write, but I hope to make them more than Twelve-Bar Blues.
"Cottonfield Blues" is a song based on early slavery up until the end. Basically the Vocalist takes the part of a slave who is being badgered and what-not by is 'Master.' It is a real interesting song, none-the-less.
Another song I wrote, which I am not disclosing the title yet as I KNOW controversy will appear with, again, so-called 'friends,' so I am not going to disclose it for a bit, until it is recorded. The song is basically about a wanted Love, about a boy who wants a girl who was, at the time, broken hearted. It is a real interesting song. It is very quite slow and has very Baritone-like Vocals. It is a basic Twelve-Bar Blues song, and is very slow. Really slow, I must say. It has many sections for solos, and, I assure you, those soloing spots will definitely be filled. It is also a very dramatic song, and if listened t0 (well, once it is recorded), it is easy to hear how the speed and sadness changes, and the desire becomes so much stronger as the verses pas, though there are only three, with one that repeats the song title continuously. I have a good feeling it will be a favorite among us, I love to sing it. A good thing about it will be the Harmonica, especially, as I have come up with a little intro that sounds very Country-Western-ish, sort of like a Folk song or Cowboy song. It should be real great.
I am also working on another song, with barely any words written, and, it is a re-work using a Guitar part I had written a year or so ago. It isn't a Blues song, it is very Folk-Pop like. Sort of like an early or so Joni Mitchell tune. I have yet to come up with many lyrics, and, I have noticed the inner-song chord changes sort of sound similar to "Sweet Child O' Mine" by "Guns 'N' Roses," so I will need to do something about that.
Well, now that I think of it, I am writing song called "Song For Carmen," which will be a very Jazz oriented song. I don't really want to explain the song's name, but I will say it is being written for a girl named Carmen. And, no, it is not a Love Song, it is more of an Autobiography with our very 'Love/Don't Talk' relationship. If you want to hear a Love Song, listen to that un-amed Blues song I was saing would start some controversy, or wait for the one that I said will be edited because it is very similar to "Sweet Child O' Mine," by "Gun 'N' Roses." And, by the way, "Song For Carmen" has no written lyrics, as I really am experiment with Poems and Lyrics for it. I have basic chord changes, but, am not sure on the key.
We also might do some covers, and I am trying to find good songs. I am thinking along the lines of Early Blues Tunes, like Robert Johnson or something, but also like a song called "Born In Chicago," but another song called "I Got My Mojo Workin'" is great, too, but I really have been liking this song called "Blues With A Feeling." But, I really think we should do "I Have A Mind To Give Up Living (And Go Shopping Instead)" because of the humor used in the title.
I have also been working on Poetry a lot more recently. Mary has commented on my work a few times, and Melissa, too. Not very many get to see my Poetry in the early stages, or ever at all. But, I usually never even edit a Poem, unless I really have feelings about it, or it doesn't describe what I want to describe enough.
I think the only real significant thing about my 'Poetic-Life' right now is the fact that I am trying to self-publish. I had done it once on a website called "LuLu" (www.LuLu.com), which is a basic website that takes half royalties from a book if you publish with them, which is great, you just upload your writing and you design a cover, and they sell it for you, and they print it. They also do CDs, DVDs, Calendars, and many other things.
And, funny thing is, if you look on the website, and you type in "The Mind," you might find a book I published dedicated to E.G. as a full book (as a joke), and other several Poems dedicated to Jim Morrison (James Douglas Morrison at times) and other various people. The book was horrible, just random Rantings, and Poems, and has several typos, if I remember correctly. Don't buy it, seriously, but there is a free download of it.
Other than that there isn't too much with Poetry going on. Mary seems to like it and has found a strange typo or two in a Poem of mine (make me your wife, wow, aren't I smart? I should have put, let me have you as my wife...). That poem is really different from some of my Poems. She has seen very little of my Poetry, though. And, I am also trying to find some of my Poetry, which I hope I succeed.
So, yeah, Melissa and Mary are very nice critics.
Well, I am going to leave now as I have written everything I have wanted to say. Hopefully Melissa and Mary read this, as I thank them quite much for things, which they normally don't hear.
Keep On Harpin',
Zack.
Last night was no good, trying to get some sleep but something was on my mind, I am not sure what it was, but it is still on my mind, and won't leave my mind. I don't really feel like talking about it, it is really complicated and will get grief from some of my so-called "friends," so I would rather keep it to myself for awhile
Well, I remember yesterday talking to my friends Melissa and Mary, all day, and trying to record some of my Harmonica playing, and of course, it didn't work out. It is great how I can pay nearly $400 of equipment and I can't figure out how to use it. Well, atleast I got some stuff recorded, but it was all Acoustic, and I am not that proud of it. I should be soon recording some songs for a local T.V. station, which will definitely be fun, but I am not sure when that will be, truthfully and honestly.
Well, Melissa was okay yesterday, she must have been a little bit stresses, she was working on a paper or something, and I felt bad. I hope she is getting it done, I want her to enjoy her vacation. She is always fun to talk to, I must admit, and I really want her to have a great vacation. She needs it considering she was sick for awhile, and she has been a bit stressed about other things.
Mary is doing okay. She is as usually, very cute and funny, always get a laugh or a smile out of me, ain't that grand? Of course it is! Well, I did find out some interesting things. All of Mary's Auburn friends (all people I know, so it comes to me a 'surprise') told her I am the sketchiest and scariest person alive. Well, at least she has gotten to know me, and she disagrees. It figures, some of these so-called friends of mine are just little con-friends. It is amazing, I don't have too too many friends on my side on things, my side has never been looked at or examined.
But, anyways, I am okay with that. Mary doesn't seemed to be bothered with me and we seem to be good friends already, which is great. I am really hoping to meet her as I would LOVE to hear her singing, I have been told she is a CLASS-A singer, and I also want to hear her play Clarinet, which I have heard she is good as some of the legends (if she can match Benny Goodman, than, yes, she is truly a prodigy),
Other than my life that has few friends, I have also become a bit more musically involved with The Blues. Right now I am listening to "The Paul Butterfield Blues Band." The song I am listening to is called "Mary Mary," it is the only song I really have only heard once by him, it his interesting. I believe it was written by Nesmith, whatever his first name is, of the 'band' "The Monkees." Hey, it is still a great song, Harmonica playing is top notch as always. And, if in case you are wondering, this song is of the album "East-Wes" and Paul Butterfield is a Blues Harmonicist (Yes, a Harmonica player). But, at this moment I would like to hear a different song, as this song is really not that great... Well, actually, it just ended. Now I am listening to the track before it, "Work Song," which is a Jazz-Psychedelic Blues Jam. It is really a great instrumental, Mike Bloomfield play a mean Eastern Guitar, and Butterfield really screams with his Harmonica. And, man the Organist knows how to play. Such a great band. Sadly, Paul Butterfield and Mike Bloomfield lost interest in the band, or that is what I have heard. Paul and Mike both did their own thing, and sadly they both died in the eighties from Overdoses and Alcohol Complications and Addictions.
Well, anyways, on to MY music, I recently formed a Blues Band, which is appropriately named "The Zack Pomerleau Blues Band." It should be great fun playing and recording together. The members are me on Harmonica, Vocals and Guitar, Alex Smith on Keyboard, Cody Leavitt on Guitar, and Jared Girardin on Drums. All of the members have been friends of mine for either a year or two or even for several years. I will be great jamming together. I think we are all very talented Musicians, and we all can make a full sounding band with so few members, even though I only touch base with Guitar here and there.
So, for the Blues Band, I have written a few Blues songs, which, really aren't too too hard to write, but I hope to make them more than Twelve-Bar Blues.
"Cottonfield Blues" is a song based on early slavery up until the end. Basically the Vocalist takes the part of a slave who is being badgered and what-not by is 'Master.' It is a real interesting song, none-the-less.
Another song I wrote, which I am not disclosing the title yet as I KNOW controversy will appear with, again, so-called 'friends,' so I am not going to disclose it for a bit, until it is recorded. The song is basically about a wanted Love, about a boy who wants a girl who was, at the time, broken hearted. It is a real interesting song. It is very quite slow and has very Baritone-like Vocals. It is a basic Twelve-Bar Blues song, and is very slow. Really slow, I must say. It has many sections for solos, and, I assure you, those soloing spots will definitely be filled. It is also a very dramatic song, and if listened t0 (well, once it is recorded), it is easy to hear how the speed and sadness changes, and the desire becomes so much stronger as the verses pas, though there are only three, with one that repeats the song title continuously. I have a good feeling it will be a favorite among us, I love to sing it. A good thing about it will be the Harmonica, especially, as I have come up with a little intro that sounds very Country-Western-ish, sort of like a Folk song or Cowboy song. It should be real great.
I am also working on another song, with barely any words written, and, it is a re-work using a Guitar part I had written a year or so ago. It isn't a Blues song, it is very Folk-Pop like. Sort of like an early or so Joni Mitchell tune. I have yet to come up with many lyrics, and, I have noticed the inner-song chord changes sort of sound similar to "Sweet Child O' Mine" by "Guns 'N' Roses," so I will need to do something about that.
Well, now that I think of it, I am writing song called "Song For Carmen," which will be a very Jazz oriented song. I don't really want to explain the song's name, but I will say it is being written for a girl named Carmen. And, no, it is not a Love Song, it is more of an Autobiography with our very 'Love/Don't Talk' relationship. If you want to hear a Love Song, listen to that un-amed Blues song I was saing would start some controversy, or wait for the one that I said will be edited because it is very similar to "Sweet Child O' Mine," by "Gun 'N' Roses." And, by the way, "Song For Carmen" has no written lyrics, as I really am experiment with Poems and Lyrics for it. I have basic chord changes, but, am not sure on the key.
We also might do some covers, and I am trying to find good songs. I am thinking along the lines of Early Blues Tunes, like Robert Johnson or something, but also like a song called "Born In Chicago," but another song called "I Got My Mojo Workin'" is great, too, but I really have been liking this song called "Blues With A Feeling." But, I really think we should do "I Have A Mind To Give Up Living (And Go Shopping Instead)" because of the humor used in the title.
I have also been working on Poetry a lot more recently. Mary has commented on my work a few times, and Melissa, too. Not very many get to see my Poetry in the early stages, or ever at all. But, I usually never even edit a Poem, unless I really have feelings about it, or it doesn't describe what I want to describe enough.
I think the only real significant thing about my 'Poetic-Life' right now is the fact that I am trying to self-publish. I had done it once on a website called "LuLu" (www.LuLu.com), which is a basic website that takes half royalties from a book if you publish with them, which is great, you just upload your writing and you design a cover, and they sell it for you, and they print it. They also do CDs, DVDs, Calendars, and many other things.
And, funny thing is, if you look on the website, and you type in "The Mind," you might find a book I published dedicated to E.G. as a full book (as a joke), and other several Poems dedicated to Jim Morrison (James Douglas Morrison at times) and other various people. The book was horrible, just random Rantings, and Poems, and has several typos, if I remember correctly. Don't buy it, seriously, but there is a free download of it.
Other than that there isn't too much with Poetry going on. Mary seems to like it and has found a strange typo or two in a Poem of mine (make me your wife, wow, aren't I smart? I should have put, let me have you as my wife...). That poem is really different from some of my Poems. She has seen very little of my Poetry, though. And, I am also trying to find some of my Poetry, which I hope I succeed.
So, yeah, Melissa and Mary are very nice critics.
Well, I am going to leave now as I have written everything I have wanted to say. Hopefully Melissa and Mary read this, as I thank them quite much for things, which they normally don't hear.
Keep On Harpin',
Zack.
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Poem
Love
In your eyes, in your mind, in your everything,
a feeling that you cannot escape, you cannot leave,
everything you do revolves around them,
obsession,
a menace like feeling so beautiful, but can be as fragile as a sun flower in summer time air.
Whether its her hair, her eyes, her smile,
you cannot escape,
her beauty amazes you no matter what,
whether she is frowning or smiling about something great,
its a feeling that really grabs your Heart.
Love, oh, Love, where art thou?
Are you hiding in the distant meadows,
or in the deep blue oceans
with the greens and blues of the fishes?
Are you hiding in the woods out back from my home,
just staring, smiling, waiting for me to appear,
or are you the one that is on my mind?
The one I call a friend,
but is more?
Love,
Is that you?
In your eyes, in your mind, in your everything,
a feeling that you cannot escape, you cannot leave,
everything you do revolves around them,
obsession,
a menace like feeling so beautiful, but can be as fragile as a sun flower in summer time air.
Whether its her hair, her eyes, her smile,
you cannot escape,
her beauty amazes you no matter what,
whether she is frowning or smiling about something great,
its a feeling that really grabs your Heart.
Love, oh, Love, where art thou?
Are you hiding in the distant meadows,
or in the deep blue oceans
with the greens and blues of the fishes?
Are you hiding in the woods out back from my home,
just staring, smiling, waiting for me to appear,
or are you the one that is on my mind?
The one I call a friend,
but is more?
Love,
Is that you?
December 21
Its Christmas Time Again!!!
Man, it is that time again, but sadly no snow, and I was actually hoping for a White Christmas.
This year I asked for the works, like usual :-D Including A Shure Green Bullet (A microphone for Harmonica), a Tube Amplifier (for my Harmonica) and a nice case for my Harmonica's. I know I shall be receiving the Green Bullet as I was there once it was purchased. I am so excited, it shall be a great Christmas, like always.
But, I must say, this Christmas for me is great. I have been regaining friends that I had lost times ago. One: Melissa. She is such a nice girl, and she is a great friend to me. She is so easy to talk to and understands all of my problems. I love her so much for her help, she is an awesome friend. A cool thing about her is, a song I particularly like is titled "Melissa." It is by the Allman Brothers.
Another friend I have started to talk to is Carmen. She is a strange on sometimes, but is fun to talk to. She knows a great amount about music and is really talented as a Harp player, so I have been told. I don't tell her all of my problems, I don't even tell them all to Melissa, but Carmen is the one I just talk to, I don't confront her with my problems. She keeps a great conversation.
And, I must say, I just got a great Christmas Gift. A great new friend. A girl named Mary. Man, she is so sweet and nice, she can get me to laugh no matter what, and she is so easy to talk to. And, she is a Musician, and she wants to go to Berklee, AND she writes music. It is amazing! I have never had a friend like her, and I Love Her So! I will make sure I keep her as a friend, I guess I can call her a best friend, or even a REALLY good friend. And, man, there is so much I can talk to her about. Really. Anything, even real personal things, and she understands. I guess I don't know many people like that, but, I am glad I have met her. She is the best friend I have had in a long time and maybe EVER. I Love You Mary! :-D
And, man, I must say it, Mary, you're name is really reminding me of a lot of things. Proud Mary is a song I really like, and there is a Harmonica I own called an M.S. Harmonica, and M.S. is your initials... hahaha... Funny, I wake up and hear Proud Mary on the radio, man, you're name really pops out at me.
So, that sums Christmas up. I know this is the best Christmas ever for me. I couldn't have asked for more.
Zack.
Man, it is that time again, but sadly no snow, and I was actually hoping for a White Christmas.
This year I asked for the works, like usual :-D Including A Shure Green Bullet (A microphone for Harmonica), a Tube Amplifier (for my Harmonica) and a nice case for my Harmonica's. I know I shall be receiving the Green Bullet as I was there once it was purchased. I am so excited, it shall be a great Christmas, like always.
But, I must say, this Christmas for me is great. I have been regaining friends that I had lost times ago. One: Melissa. She is such a nice girl, and she is a great friend to me. She is so easy to talk to and understands all of my problems. I love her so much for her help, she is an awesome friend. A cool thing about her is, a song I particularly like is titled "Melissa." It is by the Allman Brothers.
Another friend I have started to talk to is Carmen. She is a strange on sometimes, but is fun to talk to. She knows a great amount about music and is really talented as a Harp player, so I have been told. I don't tell her all of my problems, I don't even tell them all to Melissa, but Carmen is the one I just talk to, I don't confront her with my problems. She keeps a great conversation.
And, I must say, I just got a great Christmas Gift. A great new friend. A girl named Mary. Man, she is so sweet and nice, she can get me to laugh no matter what, and she is so easy to talk to. And, she is a Musician, and she wants to go to Berklee, AND she writes music. It is amazing! I have never had a friend like her, and I Love Her So! I will make sure I keep her as a friend, I guess I can call her a best friend, or even a REALLY good friend. And, man, there is so much I can talk to her about. Really. Anything, even real personal things, and she understands. I guess I don't know many people like that, but, I am glad I have met her. She is the best friend I have had in a long time and maybe EVER. I Love You Mary! :-D
And, man, I must say it, Mary, you're name is really reminding me of a lot of things. Proud Mary is a song I really like, and there is a Harmonica I own called an M.S. Harmonica, and M.S. is your initials... hahaha... Funny, I wake up and hear Proud Mary on the radio, man, you're name really pops out at me.
So, that sums Christmas up. I know this is the best Christmas ever for me. I couldn't have asked for more.
Zack.
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