Could Someone Wake Me Up?

[GD Martin]

Could Someone Wake Me Up?
(by GD Martin)

(with melody):
Do you remember that you loved me, just some years ago in June?
We sat and caught the sunrise, while we kissed away the moon.
We said, "I do" till years grew darker than the coffee in my cup.
Anxiety has blocked my air--Could someone wake me up?

(rap spoken):
I hear you say some words to me that really sound unkind;
they rip my soul right from my heart, they blow my trippin' mind.
Not sure, but do I hear you say to move myself along?
The love you said was mine, feels gone - did I do something wrong?
There're vows we spoke that never said someday your love might end;
Could someone wake me up, right now! I've cried to sleep, again?

(with melody):
Do you remember that you loved me? Seems the end has now begun.
We viewed a played out sunset, like a candle till it's done.
You said, "I don't", and love grew colder than the joe still in my cup;
I force my eyelids with my hands --Could someone wake me up?

rap spoken):
I hear a walk in someone's shoes for just one lonely mile,
tells much, 'cause I found ice, I think, beneath your frozen smile.
You say that I'm your "toy-white-knight", a-dangling on your rope;
you now "regret", you're telling me, "our future has no hope".
'Can hear you say you have no love, it's really door knob dead;
I sit here glued on my numb butt, and stunned inside my head.

(with melody):
Just pinched myself one final time; 'wish I could pass this cup--
If someone's standing near my chair..., could someone wake me up?

[Angel Clementine]

Why,YES, GD...I remember "Her". Even I had nightmares still long after she had finally vaporized, and I wasn't the one who was married to her! I was elated when you had met your present true love, one whom is more deserving of you.

Cheers,
Angel

[mfwilkie]

Gary, Give some thought to tightening this up and writing it as a prose poem. While the subject is serious, and I'm not sure if you intended it, there's humor in this.

Maggie

[GD Martin]

Thank you, Maggie, for your suggestion; tightening the poem and converting it to a prose form could spark up a curious undertaking for me, a poetry project saturated with creative fun that strives in not mutating the voice*. I'm up to it. FYI, the subtle humor in the poem is intentional, and yet it's not. It's just Me, and my "Charlie Sheen-like" responses to, otherwise, somber "sitchyations". _Gary

*(It seems that in the course of all the "poetry projects" that I pursue, in the end I always default to turning the language into a more singable form, a song, if you will, even though in the "real world" that very song after it is prosodized with a musical score, would probably last well over six minutes, which is an unacceptable amount of time in the music industry, unless you are "Pink Floyd", or somebody of whom the business will "allow" to "break the rules". I lean heavily, at times, on collaborators wielding shiny hatchets, whom also are telling me to tighten things up ("too wordy")).

[Angel Clementine]

Say, GD,
I was entertained reading your "too wordy" response to Maggie's suggestion. You probably need to tighten it up, a little. A six-minute song would be OK for my purposes, if your song had a beat, and I felt like doing aerobic dancing; then, you might try sending a demo to Richard Simmons.

Cheers,
Angel

[mfwilkie]

You've got me laughing, Angel!

Nice to see you.

Maggie

[GD Martin]

Angel, please allow me to do a "tightening exercise", beginning with what you had just replied to, i.e., your reply to the welcoming note to you from Maggie, that you had answered- try this:



"Thank you, Maggie".


The pot calls the kettle, "Black". _GD

[mfwilkie]

You're both funny.

Loved hearing your songs, Gary!

Mags

[GD Martin]

"Thank you, Maggie."