Melisa Cardona

tulip grins

2006-07-15T19:03:32Z

and anothah one....

Me poor little stray dog cross the street

Starin

Down that little flower there i

Think she’s

lookin at me

Course I cant say much cause i

Aint got no money

But

Id love to make that grin

Come out and play

Bout as often as my heart beat

Heard she went down to tulip land

And

Came back showin tattoo in hand

And i

Just sat there across that street,

Likin my paws cause

Me pour little stray dog cross the street

Starin

Down that little flower there i

Think she’s

grinnin at me

blue bug - random crap

2006-07-15T07:38:25Z

Been writing tons. The bug’s been catching me late too, so I’m feeling crazy tired.

This one’s nameless at the moment, and not sure if its ready yet...but i'll edit as i go.

‘Blue bug’ I guess…

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My blue beet up bug matched

Them

little blue eyes

and that

Blue background from the skies

And

all around
them

green leaves were showing

he left a set ov’ keys on the door mat

told me he’d write and quit them cigarettes

said It would be nice to forget the facts
and try to stay in contact
and

all around
them
colorful leaves started changing

she came from sin city on that

Vatican scan

crazy mountains with sunny tans

And

he said he’d take pictures of sunny lands

then draw little portraits with plumy hands

but the time beat the time

and

all around
that

snow started fallen

she stayed by a beach

called and asked for my writing

said she felt all intrigued and wanted us

to meet,

by a Panamanian street

on the first day of spring

I sat lonely and free

under my tree

Something not new to me

And strung magda till I felt once again

Visiting family

Something…a bit new to me
and

all around
them
baby tulips were bloomin'

"we are 78% water, even our beating hearts" - ad

2006-07-15T07:26:53Z

So…I hate to brag to the few on this little journal here, but though I’ve said it before, I’ll say it once again, ani rocks. She does. Bottom line. To the infinite.

I saw this lady come into the shop (one of my 247,678.08 jobs that I currently have) and she reminded me of ani difranco. Her facial features where almost identical…it was kinda creepy. I, of course being the shy piece of caca I can be around strangers, let her come in, roam, and walk right out with out saying a word about it to her. Regardless she stayed on my mind throughout the remainder of the afternoon. Later on today I came home and pulled some strings here and there…so now I have Ani Difranco’s new album sitting on my desk “shhhh”. Its not out till Aug. 8^th.

Great new album. Some of my fav's: “Decree”, “hypnotized”, “nicotine”, “margins”, “78% H2o”…Oh hell, just get the entire dam thing, it WRAKS.

Funny how a random person that you see out in the street can initiate a chain of events, that ended up with me here…reading ani’s lyrics, and feeling a little inspiration.

I’ve written a couple ov’ thangs here are there too…just not ready yet…still on paper.

Look her lyrics up too…amazing…specially for the tracks listed above.

Here's her little link to hear some of them: http://www.righteousbabe.com/ani/reprieve/songs.asp

and here's a link to look up her lyrics including the once's for the new album: http://www.danah.org/Ani/

'comesi somesa'

2006-07-05T18:40:47Z

(coro 1)
Buzate Buzate Bu

Para mi sera manchu

que me corten quachi guachi

avemaria minchu - weh

(coro 2)

comesi que comesa

paso a paso vida va

comesi que comesa

tu camino allá estará

en la orilla de un laguito

algo lindo se empezó

en la arena bajo estrellas

un fueguito se encendió

comesi que comesa

paso a paso vida va

comesi que comesa

tu camino allá estará

con violines y tambores

todos cantan con fervor

amistad vos de alegria

una tribu e libertad - weh

-:-:-:-: -:-:-:-: -:-:-:-: -:-:-:-: -:-:-:-:

Here’s another one. It’s what happens when you’re bored for an hour and start beating on a wall. This one’s neat cause I even hear the music for it in my head.

I seem to be pouring with them lately, and before dry season comes around, I rather write em’ all down. They come in seasons you know, same as my dreams.

I got two corus versions…gotta choose one eventually.

The ‘buzate bu’ one is special. It’s a safety prayer the meme indigenes would say before going out to hunt in the wilderness….so I might save that one for something different, but it also fits wonderfully in the song.

cheers!

La Maza - silvio rodriguez

2006-07-04T02:27:46Z

...one of my old time favorites...

Si no creyera en la locura
de la garganta del sinsonte
si no creyera que
en el monte
se esconde el trino y la pavura.

Si no creyera en la
balanza
en la razn del equilibrio
si no creyera en el delirio
si no
creyera en la esperanza.

Si no creyera en lo que agencio
si no
creyera en mi camino
si no creyera en mi sonido
si no creyera en mi
silencio.

Que cosa fuera
Que cosa fuera la maza sin cantera
un
amasijo hecho de cuerdas y tendones
un revoltijo de carne con madera
un
instrumento sin mejores resplandores
que lucecitas montadas para
escena
que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
que cosa fuera la maza sin
cantera
un testaferro del traidor de los aplausos
un servidor de pasado
en copa nueva
un eternizador de dioses del ocaso
jubilo hervido con trapo
y lentejuela
que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
que cosa fuera la
maza sin cantera
que cosa fuera -corazon- que cosa fuera
que cosa fuera
la maza sin cantera.

Si no creyera en lo mas duro
si no creyera en el
deseo
si no creyera en lo que creo
si no ceyera en algo puro.

Si
no creyera en cada herida
si no creyera en la que ronde
si no creyera en
lo que esconde
hacerse hermano de la vida.

Si no creyera en quien me
escucha
si no creeyera en lo que duele
si no creyera en lo que
queda
si no creyera en lo que lucha.

Que cosa fuera...

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and here is the same one in english, but the translation is soo bad, that its basically an entire different song, a pretty good one at that, but entIRELY different. the way the spanish one starts, is "if i didnt believe in the sound of a bird...and the sounds from his throught". The english one starts out saying "time, time".
HA! whatthefuck. but, its still something pretty dam neat some one made up.

here goes:

Time,
Time,
Time, see what's become of me
While I looked around for my possibilities.

I was so hard to please.
Look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hear the Salvation Army band.
Down by the riverside's
Bound to be a better ride
Than what you've got planned.

Carry your cup in your hand.
And look around.
Leaves are brown.
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

Hang on to your hopes, my friend.
That's an easy thing to say,
But if your hopes should pass away
Simply pretend that you can build them again.
Look around,
The grass is high,
The fields are ripe,
It's the springtime of my life.

Seasons change with the scenery;
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won't you stop and remember me
At any convenient time?
Funny how my memory skips
Looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,
I look around,
Leaves are brown,
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter.

melisawords @ 2006-07-01T03:31:00

2006-07-01T07:53:36Z

*smiles*
its my b-day soon yall. again.
my focus is so unfocussed and im sparatic like electricuted hair static.
i heard some great bands tonight, as a matter a fact, its been like that for the past couple of weeks.
tonight i kicked it w/ a couple of talented little jewels that the earth blesses us with once in a blue moon. it felt good to see other souls like me...free...smilin', singing, wateverin.
today, the air felt light weight, and that's wot i'll take it for, light air.

i. have. never. felt. this. lost. in. my. 26.999. years. of. life.
but i have never felt so 'ok' with the fact.
i have never felt my gut kikin' this hard. the inner voice is loud and telling me to 'travel to distant lands and continue touching everything that intreagues me'.

persistence with 'one' thing is what scares me the most, cause i never keep at it. the only thing i've been constent with is my acting, traveling and love for music, but i dont know how travel could help my acting career...the only thing i can hope, is that everything happens for a reason, perhaps i'll come back home with a story to write, new faces to show, jokes to sell, smiles and giggles to share.

im so lost - hehe.
wow.
and i'm still...ok with it.

i guess this goes back to what i wrote a few days ago:
lost burning flame

tell me
where does it lead
and were does it go
just show me the door
como un caracol

te veo en la orrilla
orilla del sol
al lado del mar
con tanto fervor

te tengo en mi llanto
te tengo en amor
te tengo en mi canto
con tanto temor

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i get like this every year :)
but this time around, things matter less to me.

at least now i can say...if i die tomorrow, i die free.

~ Jiri son B

2006-06-29T06:55:16Z

admiro a la belleza
pero a voz baja

y el grito no impresiona
la eternidad

las flores mas bonitas
son las del desierto
pues pintan de colores
su soledad

aché

lo que no se olvida
es lo que nunca muere
y el que no perdona
nunca amara

queien apaga un cigarrillo
en un charco e sangre
por su indiferencia se conderanra

-eddie palmieri

~ that day in june

2006-06-29T01:31:08Z

My bro bro is heading out to China tomorrw. Brat.

Thats ok, by the time he's back i'll be in a another distant land my self - WOOT!

So here's another brain hiccup, this one's called...hmm....i dont even know.

Lets call it the "1'000,000,04 project that the mel currently has on her plate to work on".

We stole that night in june

When the moon lit the room

And the stars and the skies

They all

Aligned

We slowly started to steer

And float away from the shore

From that Panama pier

And all too clear

Them eyes hypnotized

Felt my blood paralyze

Stunned and crazy surprised

With them

Dusty

Butterflies

Rain

2006-06-28T06:50:23Z

Wow.
The things you find in your dusty hard-drive.
Soo much has changed since...wrote this one some time last year.
:)
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I’m tired, done with the world and its prestigious games.

Its mind tricks and trash framed in a porcelain vase.

It’s the soft wind that I seek, the gentle breeze in the morning…

is it too much to ask for? Cuase…I’ve felt it before.

It’s the lukewarm water that covers my body in the bathtub of life.

The vibrant energy that never ceases…it’s the moon’s gentle glow at night, it’s the clouds fluffy shows.

It’s the colorful flowers with in the middle a rose, no thorns, no pain, just that beautiful scent to take me there again.

I’m distracted, and I humble my self against the earth’s turf

Make me a tree if need be, just to feel purpose and stand tall

once and for all, to have a branch and reach, nothing in vain

Deep roots seeking with thirst and no shame.

Cause its out there, the water you know, yes, its out there,

Or so I’m told of this to be sure.

I’m the rag they use to wipe their sweat, then throw away the next day,

with a last call and a sweet sway.

The third wheel with a flat, won’t change even if I adjust my hat

Second best, choice, thought, lust, crave, taste, lick, stick, chick

That’s me, the one with the pretty eyes that they all wanna bone

And hear her Latin moans. The one they use and abuse then drop after

Quenching their amuse.

Its simple to read, they just…see right threw me

So sad when they fail to see the light from the beginning,

Cause no matter how hard you try, there’s never a way to make it right

There’s nothing I can do, I’m no God to give them site.

U want magic? Go see a magician

U want sparks? Get an electrician

I don’t give you butterflies? Fly your azz to the zoo

Cause this here boo, seems too intricate for you.

emotions

2006-06-19T23:47:14Z

if you cant control your emotional state,
then you must be addicted to it.

love the abstract as much as you love
the condition of adiction.

lost - burning flame

2006-06-19T20:39:04Z

im a self conqueror

and
each conquest I wish it take place in a distant land

that’s why I travel so often

and

pretend quite well to know where im going

enjoying the journey no matter which the road

so long as there’s

a rail

a train

and a burning flame

being lost now

seems a little less

hard to tame

You with the pretty eyes

2006-06-19T20:16:07Z

You with the pretty eyes

You with the pretty eyes there

you

and that flighty gentle stare there

you

the one swaying through the room its

you

and that humble little sparkle

you

the one hard to ignore

its you

who I cant seem to avoid yes you

and though the universe might have a clue

im dumbfound skipping through these woods

with drum in hand singing the blues

Wondering why youre taken too

You with the pretty hair there

you

and that flighty gentle stare there

you

the one swaying through the room its

you

and that humble little sparkle

you

the one hard to ignore

its you

who I cant seem to avoid yes you

and though the universe has its reasons

im not one to push its seasons

but Ive got a vision of blue skies in the horizon

cause a butterfly told me, that a new sun is rising

Little Brown Rocks

2006-06-19T20:10:33Z

Little Brown Rocks

I got a pocket full of gold

but its weighing on my soul

like some crazy growing mold

this heres stopping my bold

Im feeling a little desperation

Instigating a little hesitation

but the suns destined for a new ascension

so im gonna let this train fall

with rails and all

cause a little boy told me

yesterday was his resurrection

and that he

had little brown rocks set aside for me

I got a pocket full of gold

but its weighing on my soul

like some crazy growing mold

this heres stopping my bold

So im standing on the ledge

knees bobbling and shaking

he said empty your gold, right there on the edge

no need to go back to civilization

the air there is dead

turn in your resignation

come play here instead

under your tree
I got little bucket ov brown rocks, set aside from me

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wrote this the morning after easter...the same day i decided to leave 55k a year and drop my enslavement with corporate america to follow a dream.
WOOOF!
takes balls people, but follow your dreams kids.

each breath

2006-06-19T20:08:16Z

Life comes in seasons

But heaven in minutes

Enjoy every breath

So you won’t miss out

On the blissful seconds

what the hell is this?

2006-06-19T20:05:02Z

Just a journal for all the little bull shit that flies in and out of my brain.

Im sporatic and try to live spheratically in many directions. I'd like to keep a journal with just that - my thoughts.

Feel free to wonder, add me, or keep moving as you wish.

My acting stuff can found here www.melisacardona.com

later!

test

2006-06-19T20:00:29Z

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