Motorcycle ride

He wore a plain white tee shirt
and fitted blue jeans.
He rode a 1978 Honda
He picked me up on my door step
like a real man should.

I swung my leg around
i felt good sitting on just 6 inches of leather
Two wheels under us
i held on tight.
we sped off into the summer haze.

We left the city behind
with every other care.
on those back roads going fast
everything was simple

the trees engulfed us
making a tunnel for our journey
we went back in time.
Passing through little towns from another decade
Nobody could see that we didnt belong
because
we fit in.

we walked around and chatted with the town folk
they liked us well enough
i thought they'd ask us to stay.
we dined, over a picnic cloth

we waved goodbye to the back road town
in the night, lighted by the moon
we road back to our existence.
back to city lights
but
i wanted to stay.

the curse of an Old Soul.

God,
You bore me to the worng time.
I wasn't meant for this world,
the way it is now.
I just dont fit.


Grandmother,
Trade me places,
Take Grandpa with you.
I want to live when you lived.
The passion everyone had,
It was real, they felt.
They Loved.
I want to feel and love,
and wear pearls.
I want to wear trousers that cover my navel,
and cotton dresses.
Tell me this is how it was.
I want to feel like i have the world at my fingertips.
Then give it all up for love,
and realize that this is my world.

Grandmother,

I want to live when you lived,
And Love how you Loved.


My Love,
Come back with me.
To when love came easy,
and stayed forever.
Then we would have already met,
All the way back to grade school.
We only lived blocks away.
You carried my books,
and i kissed your cheek..
We grew, and found
how big the world was,
and how small that town is.
We left a cloud of dust,
and some hushed good-byes.
Adventure in the headlights.


My Love,
we'd have grown our kids up,
the right way, slow and thoughtful.
we grew our own food,
and cooked every night.
i'd call them in for supper,
after they'd been playing in the dusk,
"wash up" I'd say.
because they would be dirty with real dirt.
kids don't get dirty these days.
we would have taught them to pray,
and love God.
You were my first love, my only love.
We'd be growing Old together,
With the wrinkles to prove it.
But i'm here, without you.
Find me... and lets go back.




God,
you bore me to the wrong time,
though its a harder path.

I now know why you put me here,

in this harsher world,

Longing for the years that i was made for.

Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me

On my way to the book store.
I am stopped by a stranger.
his face worn and wrinkled.
weathered by only what i can imagine.
Tears of heart ache,
like the rain soaks a southern sky
laughter that makes your stomach sore,
like the waves pulling at the sand.
worry that turns you gray,
how the autumn drys the leaves

He stopped me on the side walk.
Just a simple guitar in hand,
Humble of sorts, no show here.
He told me he sang for his living.
What ever i'd like
I wanted to hear him. to be his audience
"what do you like young lady"
I told him i was an old fashion girl.
And he fit the part perfect with...
"Bob Dylan?"
Ah, i cant get enough of the man,
Please play me some Bob Dylan.

A simple song,
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
I’m not sleepy and there is no place I’m going to
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning I’ll come followin’ you


I handed him my last Lincoln. 
and he kissed my hand.
"God Bless" he walked away
searching for his next life to bless.


Thanks Doug mays, 

I looked him up and i am pretty sure you can listen to more of Doug Mays here:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandid=713332

Through Your Eyes

Today i saw the world
From a different view.
Through your eyes.
I saw how you see
I saw a Landscape
of hearts on every street,
from the boulevard,
 to the inner city.
Beautiful Hearts at that,
Mendable Hearts.
I saw that with every smile you gave,
 every dollar, every ear you lent,
you gave freely with a "my Pleasure".
Expecting Nothing back.
I saw the worth in every soul,
 as you do.
Each have a past and a future, and a story.
I saw the desire, felt the desire
to help, to teach, to show.
and to learn.


Yesterday i saw the world
through your eyes.
Teach me how.
Skew my vision
make me see the hearts
and the people.
Let me see the poise of the world.
Give me the band-aids
I want to mend.
Teach, show.
I want to learn.
and someday they will see the world
Through My eyes.

Summer...

Summer in Nashville

mm its green, like bright green, everywhere, 

but its so hot that its kind of hazy. 

like you can see the sunshine raze 

and feel the music floating threw

a sugary citrus air. 

mm its humid; hot and sticky, but i kinda like it

There are lots of Bugs.

I saw my first Lightning Bug the other night. 

Fireflys

it wasn't quite dark,

a little after dusk, 

just a little pink resonating in the darkening blue sky.

a flicker and it was gone.

 i gasp.

 i couldn't help it. 

i was in awe, wonder. 

i felt five again.

innocent. grinning. alive. 

another flicker. Gasp.

A glimmer of hope, 

a beckoning of a free spirit,

quietly awaiting the night. . .

.

.

.

.

.

Cicadas invaded this summer, They are these flying grass hoppery thing. Kind of like June bugs( for those Washington Folk)

I actually really ended up liking them...

they sing to you all day 

and they only come out every 13 years to mate and then they die...How Romantic

This is how this summer makes me feel:

Humidity is a term for the amount of water vapor in air, and can refer to any one of several measurements of humidity.

A cicada ( /sɪˈkeɪdə/ or /sɪˈkɑːdə/) is an insect of the order Hemiptera, suborderAuchenorrhyncha, in the superfamily Cicadoidea, with large eyes wide apart on the head and usually transparent, well-veined wings. There are about 2,500 species of cicada around the world, and many remain unclassified. Cicadas live in temperate to tropical climates where they are among the most widely recognized of all insects, mainly due to their large size and unique sound. Cicadas are often colloquially calledlocusts,^[1] although they are unrelated to true locusts, which are a kind of grasshopper. Cicadas are related to leafhoppers and spittlebugs.

Firefly: Lampyridae is a family of insects in the beetle order Coleoptera. They are winged beetles, and commonly called fireflies or lightning bugs for their conspicuouscrepuscular use of bioluminescence to attract mates or prey. Fireflies produce a "cold light", with no infrared or ultraviolet frequencies. This chemically-produced light from the lower abdomen may be yellow, green, or pale-red, with wavelengths from 510 to 670 nanometers.

Nashville.

i came to Nashville in the fall.

I wish i had been documenting it better. 

Already so much of Nashville resonates in my soul. 

Its already changed me in a great way. a big way. 

so i want to tell it all. 

So we'll play Ketchup. 

(that could be messy)

i mean Catch up. 

 Ill tell you from my memories 

just a few memories. 

 noteworthy ones.  

Get ready. 

 the glorious road trip Papa Jack and i took to get to Nashville.

Through the Arches of Utah

Red Dirt of New Mexico

All the way to Cuba.. NM

nothin like an open road

made it to Tennessee to Visit Elvis. (Graceland, Memphis, TN)

And Finally To Nashville!!

Ha !! Breakfast at Loveless Cafe with Papa Jack and Brother Andy

new guitars, 

songwrting

work; The Stockyard Restaurant
I work at this really expensive steak house that i'd probably
never eat at. I sell steaks for $100, and i have to wear this while i do it...

Church..
Im in a new Young Single Adult branch. And i love the kids here. they are amazing.

and the weather.
is different. Lots of storms and heat and humidity

Spring
Was much needed. it was like the heavens opened when the sun Shined through  those clouds,
but what i didnt realize is that with the sun comes the heat and with that comes the humidity.

there is a honeybee in this picture.

Tornado
Helped out with Tornado relief in Alabama. A really eye opening experience. I had never seen, nor understood the effects of a tornado.

in our cute yellow tees :)

races
2011 Music city half marathon. Loved it! 13.1miles

Hunger

hunger

i have been hungry
i have gone hungry

what is it, just physical pain in our bellys.
just?
where it is painful to be awake, painful to think, painful to survive.
there is no way to make it appear.
survival is who you are now.
anything would do.
but no cakes for your shakes
or bread for your head
no fruit when your in your suit lying in a bed.-

Ive been there too, 
i woke up on the concrete, hunger ensued
i let it take over my entire body, my self.
It hurt,with tears, with fear, 
even so i could see the color disappear. 
the child that i was even understood. 

-you cry from exhaust
from hurt.
from reason.
ah. there is a reason. and thats where it is more than just physical.
someone got you here.
someone is the reason you hunger.
whether it is yourself or your mother or God or...
there is somewhere to place blame.

I will to Take the Blame. I want to Feed. Feed the Bellys, Feed the souls.
If i ask, God will send me in their Direction. In my direction.
Have i been fed? yes you feed me.
Everyday.

wild child

What a rough and wild child
they said
 skips and scrapes and hair all
unkept.
climb a tree
 fight the bark and leaves just to jump down.
head in the clouds
with both feet on the ground

a toothy grin
if you get the blues
eyes that try
 with a barefoot  muse
a hearted sleeve
that everyone can see
but she feels
 what the world could be



what a rough and wild child
they meant
she'll need a miracle something
heaven sent

What is in a name?

What is in a name? 

Juliet asked the question, and now i ask it. 

maybe for different passions

but Passion nonetheless

My name comes from an old grandmother

Generations ago

I never met her

Maybe we passed along the pathways of heaven

When I was leaving 

with my suitcase of attributes and personality

And she was coming Home.

with her wisdom and love 

Maybe she sent me off

with a word and  a kiss Good bye.

I've heard she was a happy soul

and i hear that i am a Old soul

Maybe it correlates 

Allegra means Happy or Laughing

in a few languages. 

I hope I give it justice

I hope I laugh in Happiness

Like i am sure that she did.

She was beautiful

her photograph depicts her era

i've only gazed upon a few

her painted lips 

thick curls

twill that covers to her navel  

pearls lace her neck

a glint in her eyes

a Black and white picture can feel so much

I want to trade her places

I dont look like her

for my looks come from my mother

but i feel her. 

i feel the name I hold. 

or Uphold

There are so many Sentiments in a name.

Or maybe i am sentimental.

Sentimental Allegra

Maybe she was too.

What is in a name.

I am