Writing songs

I read an interesting news item today regarding animal rights activist, Pamela Anderson.  Kudos to Pam, because she's a good role model.  Same with Angelina Jolie.  These women are truly beautiful in all ways.  Why are women perceived as the sexiest ever also the most sensitive, kind, and with a difficult past?  Same with Jenna Jameson, who was a porn star...although she's not really a humanitarian in some ways, she is beautiful with a difficult past.  I'm perceived as sexy...and I've had issues in my past - but I'm not going to talk about that right now.  Like Pam, I really don't trust people very much and my loyalty is to the animal kingdom, nature, and artistic expression.  More than ever, I'm glad to be an animal rights activist as we are making progress.

My artistic expression today is a song - lyrics.  I wrote this song for one of my favourite musicians - his initials are DG and he belonged to a band with the name Floyd in it.  Can you guess?  If he wanted to collaborate I could imagine us sitting at Fleetwood's on Front St. in Lahaina, Maui (Mick Fleetwood's restaurant) and going over a few things!  Am I too bold?  No, I'm an astrologer...and I know the nature of Pisces sun sign men.  It's possible - when they want to try something new they slip away in a silver shimmer, from any grasp - leaving a person with memories as elusive as water...



                                                                     Solomon’s Son 

I love your face

Your arms hold on

A smile so warm

Are we still on?

You can’t say I didn’t try enough

You won’t say I didn’t cry enough

Your eyes of sky can see me through

To make this love completely true.

I touched your hair

And kissed your mouth

And then my mind

Went tropic south

But if you are too old for this

And our time is just passing bliss

If you feel my kisses cool

And if you find we broke the rules –

Then go.  GO!  GO! 

                                                                               

But I still stay

And I still say

I love your face

Your arms hold on

Your smile is warm

And we go on.

 Copyright Luvelle Raevan

Moving on. Breathe.

Already over a month!  Last post the thought of moving was just starting to formulate...and now I've sorted, packed, given away boxes of things to charity, cleaned, organized, fixed some things in the house and...the For Sale sign is up!  My place is in a great, desired location...great for someone else, not me.  I feel the town closing in all around me.

I want  to breathe, breathe in the air, like the Pink Floyd song on Dark Side of the Moon.  More than ever I'm beginning to see illusions of what people think they want, what people think they see.  People are crowding in all around - they think this is a wonderful tourist city with beaches and peaches.  Okay, I'll admit...it was a great town when I was much younger.  This city is a shadow of its former self, a mere memory of fresh air and friendlier less competitive people...a fond recollection of a slower pace and two lanes only for cars - even some dirt roads.

Not any more - they are 4 and 6 laning roads & highways everywhere.  When I was a child and I rested my head on my pillow at night - I'd hear crickets and distant ch-ch-ch- of metal irrigation sprinklers watering the orchards in this semi-desert town.  Those orchards are gone.  Now at night I hear traffic, distant and near.

I'm concerned about health and pollution, always.  I'm an environmentalist and animal rights activist.  What am I doing here, in this city?  Let them have it, sorry grandparents in the cemetery on the hill.  When I see you now at the graveside the main sound is traffic...and sirens sometimes...or machinery...interspersed with a bird call or two.

Wish me luck!  I'm not going far...just on outskirts in this valley in a smaller place beside a smaller lake...wandering on society's fringes with more like minded people.  With a view of the future and wanting a second little winter place in Lahaina as well!  How fast will my place sell?  All depends - who believes in the illusion strongly and the place is theirs.

I have to get back to promoting my book while I wait for the sale.  The time has gone by quickly indeed.  Til later...breathe, breathe in the air...