Timepieces [of my heart]

When I said that I could only ever give you time I meant it

In more ways than one, so here you go take all the time you need

My one and only wish is that you don’t forget me as it ticks away at the lives we lead

Though, as I speak this I know it’s too late for this as well…

Still I won’t forget you, not now, nor anytime soon but not for lack of trying…

I know now that I ran short on time oh so long ago

So just take it with you, rest assured you leave me with none of it

And with my heart in pieces

In the Rain.

This is dedicated to a very special person.

I haven’t known you for very long, as a matter of fact, we haven’t even met.

But there is something about you that I can feel through the screen as I read your raw emotions coming through the post, messages, and rants.

It raining here in California, and its clear skies where you are yet somehow I feel like the rain drops that are falling on my rooftop are the tears that I can’t wipe away from your face because of the distance.

Sitting outside, I can hear the rain come down and tell me your sorrows and I can’t feel anything else but helpless knowing that there is really nothing I can do for you.

They say that it’s good for a person to cry because it “resets” your chemicals in your body allowing you to feel better than you did before you cried.

I want you to know that I will be here for you if you need someone there to talk to. I want you to know that you are a very amazing person and there are people out there in the world that love you and will forever continue to LOVE YOU!

No matter the distance, you can always look up at the sun (with glasses of course) the moon, the stars, and even the clouds, and know that no matter what we see, we are both under the same sky.

All my heart,

Francisco

Music

There are very few albums these days that we can listen to all the way through without skipping songs. Most modern albums (and a few of the classics) that you can tell the artist had a few songs that they knew could be hits, but needed more songs as filler to make a full album. I have a list of a few albums that I can listen to all the way through without skipping a single song because they are all quality songs.

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out - Panic! At the Disco

This is an amazing debut CD and I have listened to it front to back many times. I think the reason that this is such a wonderful album is because the style of music that they were producing was unlike almost anything that we have ever heard.

Chroma - Cartel

Another great album. This is almost like a concept album, considering that it is in the form of an old vinyl album, it even starts with the sound of a record being started. Also it loops certain parts of different songs into other songs (hooks, lyrics, etc). My only critique of this album is that a lot of the songs do sound similar, although this isn't necessarily a bad thing. It is slightly reminiscent of older albums where you could tell which album a song was off of because almost all songs were in the same style.

In Love And Death - The Used

This album has a wide variety of song style on it. From the "in your face" heavy songs to the slow melodic style and even a bit of "screamo." It is the variety and also the writing that make this such a wonderful album to me. The writing (lyrically) really comes from the heart. There are quite a few songs on this album that everyone can listen to and really feel what the artist is saying.

The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

All in all a very solid album. I think this is one of the greatest albums of the last 10 years. It also is a concept album, though this one follows a certain storyline. Beautifully written, wonderful melodies and hypnotic hooks make this one that you can not only want to listen to it from beginning to end but also put it on repeat.

Warning - Green Day

Anyone who knows me would wonder whats wrong with me if I didn't have a Green Day album on here. Warning is honestly the only Green Day album that I can still listen to beginning to end. Again this has so much variety in it. Not so much in the song styling, but in the instruments used. They introduce a few different instruments in a few different songs and it really fits with their "pop punk" style.

When Your Heart Stops Beating - +44

This album by Blink 182 alumni Travis Barker and Mark Hoppus really caught me off guard. I had been a huge fan of Blink and Tom's side projects (Angels And Airwaves and Boxcar Racer). However this surpassed any Blink or side project album that I had heard. The song writing and the music were crisp, clean and different. Honestly, unless you know Mark's voice, you really would know that this band was associated with Blink 182 in any way.

I am sure that there are more that I am missing, however these are the only ones that I can think of at the moment. If you have not heard these albums I would encourage you listen to them (either buy or download or however you get your music).

As a musician myself, I have noticed that variety is a key to a well written and great album. I shall keep that in mind while I work on my music.

Park Bench

Spending this gloriously beautiful day on a park bench

With little more than thoughts for company

I bask quietly in the soothing warmth of the sun

As the shadows of looming trees crawl ever so slowly across green grass

A gentle breeze rolls through my private meadow lightly caressing my cheeks

It reminds me that my lips were chapped by fiercer winds no more than two days prior

Closing my eyes I can hear an entire symphony filled with the laughter of a child, tweets and chirps of young sparrows and the ever distant sounds of the city

Times slows down as thoughts circle, revolving around this, my lonely reverie

From my park bench I escape from this, from that and everything in between

The world from this perspective never seemed so serene

Like staring into the eyes of your lover no one else knows the delight of my park bench

Untitled

How do I love you,

Let me count the ways…

1.

2.

3.

…wait…fuck this shit…matter of fact I don’t even like math anyways.

Its not like you actually paid attention to the complicated formulas I had to use to try and solve the equation that was your love.

I tried substituting things about me so that hopefully that small spark you once felt would multiply but I only ended up dividing myself so much that I became less than zero.

Now, no matter how much I try to add something to what is left of me, I cant seem to come up with anything but a negative photograph of what used to be a positive image of myself.

I guess I should have payed more attention in math class.

Maybe then I wouldn’t be so lost in this plane.

Maybe our lines would have crossed.

But sometimes, the beauty of points and lines, is that they don’t ever have to touch to make sense.

Counting Sheep (Revival)

There’s one voice that I remember
Two eyes I lost myself in
Three words I forgot to say
Four minutes after I saw you before I said another word
This is worse than counting sheep
I’m counting up, I still can’t sleep…
Five time that I was close enough to smell your hair
Six different shades of red that I turned as soon as I saw you found my most embarrassing picture
Seven times I kicked my friends for exposing my picture
Eight time a day that I spaced out thinking of you…
Ahh, how I remember the days of that summer and how I find myself thinking of you every now and again…
Nine times a day I froze up because your hands would graze mine
Ten, the number of times my friends made fun of me because they knew how I felt…
I’m still awake because you’re gone…
Eleven times I’d repeat the saddest song…
I’ll try again and start back at one…
One chance I wish I could have
Two hands I should have held in mine
Three words I should have said…
I love you…

Roses (Unedited Revival of crazy old poetry)

I got a rose the other day
I got a rose for you
I searched for you and you I did not find
The rose I held was for nothing then, was it not?
I held the rose, so beautiful in my hands, as it dies
It’s life slowly fading away even as I look at it
It’s dying, falling apart, it dies even as I behold its beauty

Yesterday I got yet another rose
Another rose for you
Again I searched for you but this time you I did find
The one rose I found for you nothing in comparison to the bouquet you held
What I wouldn’t give to be a petal upon a rose in your bouquet
That I might be so close to your heart

Today is such a beautiful day, and another beautiful rose
The rose I found today will surely be of better use
Than all the ones I found before
Today I’ll search until I find you and proclaim my love for you
And if this rose doesn’t find it’s way to you
I’ll try again tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day and still another rose
Yes, another rose will come tomorrow
And with another rose there comes another chance
Another chance that I might say the words I held inside my heart
These words I’ve held for so long it huts me not to speak
I let out a thunderous cry to break the silence

Everytime I see your face the sun shines a little bit brighter
The rays of light touch your face so gracefully
When you smile the weight of the world seems to lift up
The weight of the world seems to fall off of my shoulders
A smile from you completes my day and melts my heart

I want to tell you that I care and that I will be there for you
I want to let you know how I feel about you
I want to say these words but how I feel goes beyond words
I want to show you, kiss you and hold you
Take my rose today and expect one tomorrow and everyday after

To catch your eye is al I wanted
To capture your heart, my only desire
To kiss your lips, my ultimate fantasy
To hold you in my arms, my only dream
Take my rose and take my heart with you

I miss You [Too]

It seems I no longer exist in the same world as you

Long forgotten in what seems like centuries of loneliness

I move on, one miserable step after the other I just hope that I don’t have to walk too far

Down this long and familiar road it never changes not one pebble ever out of place

I always knew it would end up like this, I will miss you, I already do…

Whether or not I will ever stop is still in question

Poetically Perfect

You know, I consider myself a poet

Sometimes not able to express myself in speech

But available to break down the toughest problems on a single sheet of paper

My pen, at times more dangerous than any weapon of mass destruction.

Ink piercing the darkest abyss of hopelessness with a brightness only another poet could ever understand.

Poetically Perfect.

New post...

Have you ever wondered what someone else was thinking? Have you ever wished that you could read someone else's mind? Why am I asking, I know we all have.

No I wasn't reading your mind when I answered for you, it's just in our nature, we are curious beings. But as a person of the male gender, I find myself in a situation that a lot of guys find themselves in from time to time... "What is she thinking about?"

Us men often find it hard to know a woman's train of thought, though many times they often think that we should know. And before any women read this and try to rebut saying that women often don't know what is going on in a guys mind, many times, its not much, and if there is something going on there, just ask. Most men will have no problem telling you what is on their mind.

Sorry if this seems like a rant, but if I'm not mistaken, that's usually what blogs are made for.