Thursday, May 26, 2016

South Ledge - Song Lyrics from the 90's

Song Lyrics from the 90's. I wrote this after reading a story in Smithsonian about an island off the coast of Massachusetts I think....I imagined myself being there sitting on the ledge in the picture of the wall that surrounded a lighthouse. 

SOUTH LEDGE
Lyrics by Julie Gengo

A picket fence
A daisy chain
We walk on through
In a dream

Your hand to touch
A masquerade
Of the same old scene

(Chorus)

But now
Just you and me
We’re sitting here
Watching the sky go by
On our south ledge
The world stands still
And the angels wait
For the by and by
For the by and by

This old place
Still remains
Somewhere sits
In my dreams

You said so much
I remember now
My memory
Hasn’t left me

(Chorus x2)

But now
Just you and me
We’re sitting here
Watching the sky go by
On our south ledge
The world stands still
And the angels wait
For the by and by
For the by and by


Wednesday, May 25, 2016

Ode to 976

Written circa 1998 in Pacific Beach, CA at a wonderful cafe called 976. I think it's still there....

Ode to 976

by Julie Gengo

In the midst of madness
I stop to shudder
What wonders beneath
The bread and butter
All lies on tables
So taught and clever
In morning arise
The first endeavor
To unite the airy wisps of rain
With roots that bring
The first of Spring
In red & orange
& violet-blue
All eyes amazed
Upon the hues
As passion flows
Between the feet
In droves of tantalizing
Feasts
That rests inside
This field of dreams
Surrounded by
Bright color schemes
That you or I
Had nothing to do
Except to marvel
At the view
& the lips of lips
So succulent
& the bells that ring
In unison
& blades that tickle
The best of men
Save but a minute
To embellish them
As sensuous
As the river let
& storms that come
Without regret
A serenity
Not to forget
This Spring that brings
All happiness

Tuesday, May 24, 2016

SWEEPING AWAY DEBRIS FROM EXCERPTS OF HAPPINESS

Written sometime in 2009 in Cardiff by the Sea, CA on Cambridge Street to be exact. Ocean view....

SWEEPING AWAY DEBRIS FROM EXCERPTS OF HAPPINESS
Julie Gengo 

Sweeping away debris from excerpts of happiness
Past experience plays note to moments of now
All the while tripped up by images of incompetence
Holding on to a dream and reasons why
Like trying to catch raindrops on your tongue
One by one

Where to now?
A harbor of pieces of not wanting to do this
Acceptance feels like being stranded in desert sands
Under scorching rays of energy
Hope sinks asunder
Where rainbows exist only in the oasis of the mind

The trees lend unwitting solace between branches
And leaves flicker bouncing light through window pains
Glass separates the colors of wash-away footprints
Stuck in stone
Over time

And Now is diminished as angels flee
So fast
So vigorous
Their ephemeral nature dissolved forever

Sometimes you look up
The sky begins to show signs of surrender
To circumstance and reason

Why we hold on to these days
Is blistering thunder on its last clash?

A serenity of where we need to be









Monday, May 23, 2016

Time - Song Lyrics from the 90s

Time
By Julie Gengo

Time, few moments in which I distinguish
Time, of destinies half made
Time, in the echo I relinquish
Time, thoughts slip and fade
Time, in the amount of time that it takes to rearrange
The words on this page
Time, I could be gone forever
Oh Time, before thee I pray

White linen strew across the floor
Invading my mind
The less there is the want is more
Measuring our measuring our

Time, I savor not this moment passing
Time, such a disgrace
Time, wish it away forever
Time, so many mistakes

White linen seems to suffocate me
Invading my space
Oh how it seems to confiscate me
So many so many

Mistakes
Where are we without our savior?
Disgrace
I could be gone be gone forever
Oh time

White linen strew across the floor
Invading my mind
The less there is the want is more
Until the end, until the end, until the end of, until the end of
Time
Oh time
My time
Oh time


Solitude

Another short poem written some time in 2012


Solitude 
by Julie Gengo

celebrating solitude in the midst of forgiveness
sleepy eyes close as the voices continue
blessed by the riles of willfulness
and sanctity of corners where pockets bear abundance

Friday, May 20, 2016

Jeremy and Beatrix by Julie Gengo


Here's another one from a few years back....I wonder what I was thinking back then and who about???? Enjoy...Listening to Parquet Courts while I post this....


Jeremy and Beatrix

By Julie Gengo

As she usually does on Saturday morning, Beatrix was pulling up the weeds with vigor. She liked to make a contest of it all, challenging herself to uproot an entire section with one try. This made her happy and at times, prompted her to shout “YES” out loud.

This time, her yes was particularly loud, so loud that it caught the attention of an unexpected visitor.

“I heard that,” Jeremy said as he turned around to say hello.
“Hello. It's Beatrix isn't it?” he shouted back as he leaned his bike against the fence that encapsulated her garden from the rest of the world.

“Hi,” she said as she peered up from the brim of her hat. “What can I do for you?”

“I was just on my way to town to pick up some tickets for this band that I hear is really fantastic when I heard you shout. I thought you might need some assistance.”

He didn't wait for her to reply. “I'm Jeremy and it's lovely to meet you,” he said as he peered over the fence, closer to where she was working. Jeremy had wanted to do that for quite some time, but his nerve always got the best of him.

In a normal day, he just looked up and smiled as he passed by, but today was anything but normal. He had woken up with a good feeling about everything. There was a buzz in the air that warmed his fingers, turned off his doubt, and kept him from riding on.

“Can I come in?” he said, without hesitation.

“Yes, by all means, she said, "but no, I'm fine.”

Beatrix stood up, wiped her hands on her dress and reached out to shake his.

“Town? Aren't you taking the long route?” she said.
Beatrix was curious. She had seen him before, passing by on this bike. He always seemed to be smiling. She liked the idea of smiling back but usually just kept on gardening as if she didn't notice.

“Well, it's more scenic this way and besides I was interested in what you were growing there next to that bunch with the small white flowers,” he said.

“Turnips,” she replied.
Beatrix had a thing for turnips. Their round onion like body had a splendor that made her happy and they also worked well in her soups.

“Perhaps you would like to try some sometime? Turnips make my soups a bit sassy,” she said as she smiled.

“Okay then.” Jeremy lifted his eyebrows in anticipation. He liked the idea of soup with turnips, but her words took him by surprise. After all, she had always been a mystery. He imagined her to be rather reserved and he thought she was pretty, yet completely unknown.

“Can I call you B?” He said.

“You can, if you like,” she said. “I mean not to be rude, but Beatrix must remind you of...” She interrupted. “The Potter stories? Well it’s not like I have friends that are mice running around and a pet rabbit named Peter. The cat takes care of the mice and...well.” Beatrix laughed. Jeremy amused her.

Jeremy on the other hand felt very stupid for ever bringing up the subject. His words were losing their way and his face turned a blush rose that matched the flowers behind her.

He did muster up enough of whatever it is he needed to ask Beatrix to join him to see the band that was playing the following week. She thought about it for a moment and told him she would think about it and let him know soon. “I have to check with Mrs. Puddle Duck to see if she can keep an eye on the soup,” she giggled.


“Super," Jeremy said as he hid his face in his hands. "I'll pop 'round in a few days.” He then made his way down the road and in a few moments he was out of sight. The idea of turnip soup and Beatrix kept him smiling the entire way into town.