Congrats to Mandi, Ian and Mr.Finn (who is now a Big brother)!!!!
...this song is special for you and your new little girl...you know Ive already sang it to my lil Maggie a million times!
Other than having your own child...I feel one of the most amazing miracles to witness is seeing another ...have one of there own...the moment that you see a child actually enter the world...straight from the arms of God...into the arms of her mother and father...this is truly a remakable moment!
like I said in my song...I guess Im two for two now...you having babies is a good inspiration for my songwriting...i think it is simply because of how deeply and wonderfully you love your children...I am so thankful to have been there to share in one of the most magnificnet moments of your life....thank you from the bottom of my heart for sharing this moment with me.
A song for (?) 10/18/09
Baby open up your eyes –ive waited a long time
Just to see you
Baby show me how you smile-for awhile, Ive waited
Just to hold you
And yes-its how it should be
And yes its all it could be
Baby in my arms you’ll stay, cause ive never known a day
to love without you
Baby I hold you oh so tight,
you’re all my might, and for all my life
Oh-how ill love you
And yes-its how it should be
And yes its all it could be
Baby on my chest you lay…so still I stay
As I feel my heart growing
For a girl all of my own, what do I owe
To deserve ...never knowing
And yes-its how it should be
And yes its all it could be
Monday, October 19, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Got It All Down...Friday NightFish Fry...copyright 05
its a good day to be alive...i hope you enjoy tonights fish fry...
one thing is for sure...I should not be a guitar player...any volunteers?????
Got It All Down
Wish I could come home
And see you all dressed up
Maybe if I never left ya
But looks like you got it all down
Wish that’s something I’d of thought of
And known that life would still go on
And we’d both make other plans
Oh it looks like you got it down
Chorus:
But won’t you think of me –as you lay to dream
Won’t you think of me a little in between
And once you get it all down
Wish I could show you
Looks like I’m getting closer
Those steps are getting lesser
And I got it all down
Wish I knew just one way
To do both two things
You know I’ll be sending you this letter
And I hope I got it all down
Chorus
one thing is for sure...I should not be a guitar player...any volunteers?????
Got It All Down
Wish I could come home
And see you all dressed up
Maybe if I never left ya
But looks like you got it all down
Wish that’s something I’d of thought of
And known that life would still go on
And we’d both make other plans
Oh it looks like you got it down
Chorus:
But won’t you think of me –as you lay to dream
Won’t you think of me a little in between
And once you get it all down
Wish I could show you
Looks like I’m getting closer
Those steps are getting lesser
And I got it all down
Wish I knew just one way
To do both two things
You know I’ll be sending you this letter
And I hope I got it all down
Chorus
Friday, October 2, 2009
Josie-Friday Night Fish Fry copyright 05
this a very meaningful song to me...wrote a lot of years ago from a personal experience...I heard some news recently that really brought this song back into my mind...I hate sometines to devulge to much info about the meaning of my songs as I would hope that the listener finds his own interpretation...something that is meaningful to him ...something personal...
however some of the "song" background is...while living in Nashville my Daddy would send me some of his song ideas on tape ...me and him would often come up with some pretty cool stuff together...anyway...he sent me a tape labeled Josie..and told me that -that's who he thought of when he played it....well it was just a guitar chord progression...and I immediately had a melody and words to add to it...then I found the perfect chorus and bridge to add...and ta-da..it was a beautiful co-write...
Josie
I know the time, I know the time wasn’t right
Oh but I’d of sure liked to try
I know the time, I know the time wasn’t mine
But I’d a wrapped you up and held you tight
Josie come fly with me-
We gonna make it alright
Josie come fly with me
We gonna make through the night
You see I don’t know what I’d of said
But I’d of shouted it out real loud anyway
And I wonder sometimes about if things had turned out that way
oh…HOPE…is a new day
Chorus
Bridge:
Come on, come-on Josie
Hold On, hold on Josie
Come on -hold on tight
Josie hold on one more night
Friday, September 25, 2009
You Can Hold On
there are those moments...when you close your eyes...and imagine how things should be...and then when re-opened things are exactly as you had imagined...exactly how they should be....i am right there in my life right now...
here is the latest song...directors cut ...though the meaning of this song may not correlate exactly with the sentiment above...the song is a dedication...and for whom ...well, they will know who they are and to simply hold on...
You Can Hold On
and for hope, aint there none
cant make do, what you've undone
you could go-but wont you stay
cant take -what you aint gave
cant sleep in this bed thats been made
so wont you plead, wont you beg
cant go back and take away
all this pain-all this shame
you can hold on
aint there days when the rain
seems like it could wash you all clean
and you just fall to your knees
no you cant break free
you can hold on
cant find the right words
cant find 'em
here is the latest song...directors cut ...though the meaning of this song may not correlate exactly with the sentiment above...the song is a dedication...and for whom ...well, they will know who they are and to simply hold on...
You Can Hold On
and for hope, aint there none
cant make do, what you've undone
you could go-but wont you stay
cant take -what you aint gave
cant sleep in this bed thats been made
so wont you plead, wont you beg
cant go back and take away
all this pain-all this shame
you can hold on
aint there days when the rain
seems like it could wash you all clean
and you just fall to your knees
no you cant break free
you can hold on
cant find the right words
cant find 'em
Friday, September 18, 2009
you are my sunshine....maggie elise
well ..okay so I was having one of those days...ya know...i was actually looking forward to my Fish Fry tonight (yeah I kinda get into to it) I told you its my outlet...anyway..i even pulled out the fancy electric...and had Frankie helpin me pull down the big PA speakers and mics and mic stands...oh man...i put my girl down for bed and then decided to plug in...and turn up the juice...full volume...poor miss mags...i guess she is getting used to it ...she didnt even wake up...well anyway.....I was planning on doing a pretty cool song...one that you hadn't heard of coarse ...it was an orginal...but.....
well ...it sucked...the guitar playing totally sucked...see Im not a very good guitar player (Im sure you have noticed)...but i try ...i really do....well short story long...cause thats how I usaully tell it...i had to give up on showing you my cool song ...anyway...it became a principal thing ..that I at least sing something...because usually I would say ...skrew it ...but not tonight ...there is gonna be a fish fry...because i said there would be! so heres to one of Maggies favorites (or so I like to think) YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE....ahh what a classic...i will be more prepared next week ....
well ...it sucked...the guitar playing totally sucked...see Im not a very good guitar player (Im sure you have noticed)...but i try ...i really do....well short story long...cause thats how I usaully tell it...i had to give up on showing you my cool song ...anyway...it became a principal thing ..that I at least sing something...because usually I would say ...skrew it ...but not tonight ...there is gonna be a fish fry...because i said there would be! so heres to one of Maggies favorites (or so I like to think) YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE....ahh what a classic...i will be more prepared next week ....
Friday, September 11, 2009
FRIDAY NIGHT FISH FRY REVIVAL...Bright Eyed Blues
back by popular demand???? uh nope...but I had an itch to scratch....now for those of you that aren't familiar with this format...I frequently and then un-frenquently post what has come to be known as the "Friday Night Fish Fry"...I would call it a sparatic surge of "gotta get ..get"... just needed to sing a bit.. just needed an audience...I am a performer...I actually need this outlet in order to survive...
so as you will hear ...if you listen to my presentation of "Bright Eyed Blues"...there is another voice in the background...it may to the untrained ear seem like a harmony or a neat little"effect"...but I just wanted to clarify....to those underground musicians that happen upon this at 4am...it is not a out of tune string...or an off-beat drum...that is actually the sound of my daughter yelling for me...in the background...now I just remind you she is only 10 months old..so Im sure these are impassioned yells...that I interpret as "mommy sing louder"so instead of me 're-recording'..I ask that you close you eyes and pretend that you are watching this live..and that you are just hearing a crazy, excited fan....hope you enjoy and this one's for you Finn!
so as you will hear ...if you listen to my presentation of "Bright Eyed Blues"...there is another voice in the background...it may to the untrained ear seem like a harmony or a neat little"effect"...but I just wanted to clarify....to those underground musicians that happen upon this at 4am...it is not a out of tune string...or an off-beat drum...that is actually the sound of my daughter yelling for me...in the background...now I just remind you she is only 10 months old..so Im sure these are impassioned yells...that I interpret as "mommy sing louder"so instead of me 're-recording'..I ask that you close you eyes and pretend that you are watching this live..and that you are just hearing a crazy, excited fan....hope you enjoy and this one's for you Finn!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
clip clop clip clop
and so this trail..a trotting one...
could not be less of a track than a tread...and this slate no less a board than a bed
...and once i'd lain...and flat...outstretched as you pictured...as you confessed-
but i cannot...i cannot...
for now there are visions that haunt me while adorned in this red dress
of the very likes that i am...of coarse... i am not...
but i do remember that i have not forgot...
id sell out-and sell all that i got-but i'd become more of what i'm not...and i am not
but for that which is...i concede...to all that should or could be ...AND belief is to be strongly believed and BELIEF IS TO BE STRONGLY BELIEVED....
could not be less of a track than a tread...and this slate no less a board than a bed
...and once i'd lain...and flat...outstretched as you pictured...as you confessed-
but i cannot...i cannot...
for now there are visions that haunt me while adorned in this red dress
of the very likes that i am...of coarse... i am not...
but i do remember that i have not forgot...
id sell out-and sell all that i got-but i'd become more of what i'm not...and i am not
but for that which is...i concede...to all that should or could be ...AND belief is to be strongly believed and BELIEF IS TO BE STRONGLY BELIEVED....
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
shadow keepers copyright 2009
And so- is it the hearts mellow manner and somewhat sorted out fears…the unaffected
Or rather
to some extent …a longing of that which can never quite ever be fulfilled ...just a taunting instead…
a tease …a torture …a resemblance of that which is home yet a distance that is only impossible for that to be…
to have been running all this life and yet there is no destination …is it a heart’s desire …to seek that which is un found…
how then desire…no …
maybe that’s the breathe …the very living being …desperation...not so much wanting…but needing…desperately…that which is not inside…a soul that cannot be compelled because the very heart is bulging from the lure of a temptress in dimmed lights …for shadows are favor upon her heavy eyes.. set tightly… groping at helplessness…shadows are keepers and night is falling anyway….so to sleep …there tucked snug….because there are only memories anyway..There are only memories.
Or rather
to some extent …a longing of that which can never quite ever be fulfilled ...just a taunting instead…
a tease …a torture …a resemblance of that which is home yet a distance that is only impossible for that to be…
to have been running all this life and yet there is no destination …is it a heart’s desire …to seek that which is un found…
how then desire…no …
maybe that’s the breathe …the very living being …desperation...not so much wanting…but needing…desperately…that which is not inside…a soul that cannot be compelled because the very heart is bulging from the lure of a temptress in dimmed lights …for shadows are favor upon her heavy eyes.. set tightly… groping at helplessness…shadows are keepers and night is falling anyway….so to sleep …there tucked snug….because there are only memories anyway..There are only memories.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Thursday- as good of time as any for a jam..."oh Boy its YOU"...
i love thursdays ...even if it is re-runs...i get to watch office...anyway...seems like its been awhile...its hard for me to stay consistent...however...hopefully it keeps things exciting...im so sure your on pins and needles to hear one of my silly little songs...well anyhow...hope you enjoy! This ones for Frankie!
OH BOY ITS YOU
All I can do –
Is just think of you
Just so happy to say
it turned out this way
Though a million turns-
Theres just one world
Yeah and just one place
I’d like to be
I’ve wrote all the words
I bought all the gifts
But I’ve run out of ways
To capture this
Cause there are little girls
With their golden curls
Dreamin all night
Of exactly this kind of life
Chorus:
Oh boy its you
And that smile
And your touch
With you I’m never without
And its me
And how it feels
When we kiss do others know of
moments like this
Verse:
Theres are things to do
And places to go
But being held in arms
Theres nothing better I know
You can look for years
Spend your whole life
Searchin for things
You won’t ever find
Five (8 now) years ago
On a day like this
I made a promise with
just one kiss
It gave me sunny days
took me through stormy nights
I still know that kiss
When I turn out the light
OH BOY ITS YOU
All I can do –
Is just think of you
Just so happy to say
it turned out this way
Though a million turns-
Theres just one world
Yeah and just one place
I’d like to be
I’ve wrote all the words
I bought all the gifts
But I’ve run out of ways
To capture this
Cause there are little girls
With their golden curls
Dreamin all night
Of exactly this kind of life
Chorus:
Oh boy its you
And that smile
And your touch
With you I’m never without
And its me
And how it feels
When we kiss do others know of
moments like this
Verse:
Theres are things to do
And places to go
But being held in arms
Theres nothing better I know
You can look for years
Spend your whole life
Searchin for things
You won’t ever find
Five (8 now) years ago
On a day like this
I made a promise with
just one kiss
It gave me sunny days
took me through stormy nights
I still know that kiss
When I turn out the light
Friday, May 22, 2009
Shiny - ©2009
thanks for waiting up...i hope i dont dissapoint all you fishaholics...we got fryin' a little late tonight...but watch out it's splaterin hot....the fish of coarse! this is some good ol "jessi feel good music"...sit back ...take a sip... and enjoy....
Shiny
Sun lit my eyes on fire
I still have such a dry desire
We’re dancing on the roof
Sparks shimmer in the sky
Thunder rolled the night away
I awoke in a different day
Our hearts lit up the moon
We circled out –leavin a sign
Oh happy days….my happy days
Summer days came to pass
Star lit eyes didn’t seem to last
Blue skies turn to gray
Rain, rain, go away
A silver lining frames those times
When I was yours and you were mine
Red hot heart and milky ways
Golden rocks and waterfalls
Oh happy days…they never seem to stay
Shiny
Sun lit my eyes on fire
I still have such a dry desire
We’re dancing on the roof
Sparks shimmer in the sky
Thunder rolled the night away
I awoke in a different day
Our hearts lit up the moon
We circled out –leavin a sign
Oh happy days….my happy days
Summer days came to pass
Star lit eyes didn’t seem to last
Blue skies turn to gray
Rain, rain, go away
A silver lining frames those times
When I was yours and you were mine
Red hot heart and milky ways
Golden rocks and waterfalls
Oh happy days…they never seem to stay
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY
8 years on our way to forever...
Not words…not songs…nothing that I am capable of doing can possibly express how utterly IN LOVE I am with you…loving you has been just like a storybook….you are my prince…you swept me off my feet from the moment I first danced with you…and that doesn’t at all seem like long ago…maybe because we are still dancing….
I know the dance has changed…look at us…we even have a third partner…a beautiful little girl to share it all with….may she know this kind of love…
Franklin Ramos…I would marry you a million times over….and over again…I am lucky and you are everything I ever dreamed of …except a lot more….for my dreams did not even know this kind of love was possible…I am blessed …
I thought it would be kinda funny to wear the same dress I wore on our first “real date” (yes I still have it ) while singing the very first song I wrote for you…I think my favorite line is …”I can’t love you just a lifetime…it’s not long enough”
Here’s to 8 magnificent years…on our way to FOREVER (I think I stole that line from somewhere)
Frank & Jessi forever …oh man…I love you babe!
Hey Baby
hey baby, like a hurricane
you blew me away
hey baby, like the sun after the rain
you shimmer and shine
hey baby, a million times i've looked you way
and your still lookin back to me
chorus:
I cant make hours last long enough
cant love you just a lifetime-it ain't long enough
i want to squeeze you tight-my arms ain't strong enough
for you
hey baby, your burning fire through my veins
lovin yous just not the same
hey baby, like a warrior
you won my heart easily-
no battle no need-
your my prince up on a steed
8 years on our way to forever...
Not words…not songs…nothing that I am capable of doing can possibly express how utterly IN LOVE I am with you…loving you has been just like a storybook….you are my prince…you swept me off my feet from the moment I first danced with you…and that doesn’t at all seem like long ago…maybe because we are still dancing….
I know the dance has changed…look at us…we even have a third partner…a beautiful little girl to share it all with….may she know this kind of love…
Franklin Ramos…I would marry you a million times over….and over again…I am lucky and you are everything I ever dreamed of …except a lot more….for my dreams did not even know this kind of love was possible…I am blessed …
I thought it would be kinda funny to wear the same dress I wore on our first “real date” (yes I still have it ) while singing the very first song I wrote for you…I think my favorite line is …”I can’t love you just a lifetime…it’s not long enough”
Here’s to 8 magnificent years…on our way to FOREVER (I think I stole that line from somewhere)
Frank & Jessi forever …oh man…I love you babe!
Hey Baby
hey baby, like a hurricane
you blew me away
hey baby, like the sun after the rain
you shimmer and shine
hey baby, a million times i've looked you way
and your still lookin back to me
chorus:
I cant make hours last long enough
cant love you just a lifetime-it ain't long enough
i want to squeeze you tight-my arms ain't strong enough
for you
hey baby, your burning fire through my veins
lovin yous just not the same
hey baby, like a warrior
you won my heart easily-
no battle no need-
your my prince up on a steed
Monday, May 18, 2009
Friday Night left overs...always better the second time around...In Town For the Very Last Time
Featuring the "waterboy" and Kayla on backup vocals....Special thanks to all Fish Fry participants...couldn't keep this going with out the help of my friends...not to mention those fish that dont get fried...you know the cats I'm talking 'bout....anyway, enjoy...this song holds special meaning....
In Town for the Very Last Time
©2009
So here I am, thought I’d stop by
Searchin’ for faces that fill spaces –of mine
The words I save- is that I’ll miss you
And what you can see –it is see through
Chorus:
Cause I’m in Town for the Very Last Time (2x)
If we only knew of tomorrow
Then those forever words, we’d say right now
To what I can’t say, I hope you listening
For this moment, is ever-lasting
Chorus
Bridge:
Time is all that we have-in this world
All that we haven’t control (3X)
Chorus (2x)
All the lost words, I bet you would find
Missing photographs, etched in your mind
Say what you can say
Do what you can do
In Town for the Very Last Time
©2009
So here I am, thought I’d stop by
Searchin’ for faces that fill spaces –of mine
The words I save- is that I’ll miss you
And what you can see –it is see through
Chorus:
Cause I’m in Town for the Very Last Time (2x)
If we only knew of tomorrow
Then those forever words, we’d say right now
To what I can’t say, I hope you listening
For this moment, is ever-lasting
Chorus
Bridge:
Time is all that we have-in this world
All that we haven’t control (3X)
Chorus (2x)
All the lost words, I bet you would find
Missing photographs, etched in your mind
Say what you can say
Do what you can do
Friday, May 8, 2009
"Friday Night Fish Fry" series brings to you ...You Tube...Mother's Day dedication
okay so yes...im mushy..and i happen to love my family...but i always want the people I love to know how much they matter to me...so here is a song I wrote for my mom a few years back....it is actually one of my favorite songs ...because it is exactly how I feel about her...
she is the greatest example of a "giver" that I have ever known...
mom,
if I could make a wish for Mother's day...well okay I would need two wishes....
the first one would be that you receive, in return -ALL the love and joy that you have given so many(especially us!) times a million...and my second wish would be....now that I'm a mother...I wish that Maggie know the kind of love that I did growing up- and that I may be as good of an example of that love to her...just like you were to me ...
Happy Mom's Day!!!!!!!! enjoy your song (hope your not tired of it yet)
Angel By My Side
©2009
No it wasn’t chance-
There’s was a bigger plan
And we’d all be less without her
Those ladies you see –
Like you always want to be
She’s one of them-you can’t live without her
She’s a givin heart
She’s a lovin hand
No, I ain’t what I am without her
Like superman
There ain’t nothin’ she can’t
And their ain’t nothing that you can without her
Chorus:
So I can’t deny with this kind of life (2x)
I must have had an angel by my side
Vs:
She’ll take less for her
If it’ll make more of you
And you ain’t ever got to doubt her
See she ain’t just okay-
No she ain’t just alright-
But I sure am glad that my daddy made her his wife
Chorus:
Cause in this life there will come a time
When you need an angel by your side
No she don’t care
If your unaware-
She just keep on doing her thing
She don’t mind
When you fall behind
She gonna love you anyway
Chorus:
So I can’t deny with this kind of life (2x)
I must have had an angel by my side
she is the greatest example of a "giver" that I have ever known...
mom,
if I could make a wish for Mother's day...well okay I would need two wishes....
the first one would be that you receive, in return -ALL the love and joy that you have given so many(especially us!) times a million...and my second wish would be....now that I'm a mother...I wish that Maggie know the kind of love that I did growing up- and that I may be as good of an example of that love to her...just like you were to me ...
Happy Mom's Day!!!!!!!! enjoy your song (hope your not tired of it yet)
Angel By My Side
©2009
No it wasn’t chance-
There’s was a bigger plan
And we’d all be less without her
Those ladies you see –
Like you always want to be
She’s one of them-you can’t live without her
She’s a givin heart
She’s a lovin hand
No, I ain’t what I am without her
Like superman
There ain’t nothin’ she can’t
And their ain’t nothing that you can without her
Chorus:
So I can’t deny with this kind of life (2x)
I must have had an angel by my side
Vs:
She’ll take less for her
If it’ll make more of you
And you ain’t ever got to doubt her
See she ain’t just okay-
No she ain’t just alright-
But I sure am glad that my daddy made her his wife
Chorus:
Cause in this life there will come a time
When you need an angel by your side
No she don’t care
If your unaware-
She just keep on doing her thing
She don’t mind
When you fall behind
She gonna love you anyway
Chorus:
So I can’t deny with this kind of life (2x)
I must have had an angel by my side
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Is today a holiday? ….Nope it’s Dad’s Birthday…..05/07/09
Is today a holiday? ….Nope it’s Dad’s Birthday…..05/07/09
As I was getting ready this morning…it felt like a special day…seemed like a holiday…I was going to be making dinner for the family…I was going to buy a gift…and I even found myself wanting to mention this “special” day as I was typing an email….i made a phone call and almost mentioned it again….then I sat back and kind of laughed at myself…(thinking this is what Frank is talking about when he pokes fun at me about my dad)…..what am I talking about…well in my mind it seemed today should be a day reserved for observance….of a very special man…MY DAD! Well, yes it is his Birthday of coarse…and here I thought everyone else was aware…???
My whole life I have felt like a silly little daddy’s girl…I followed him around everywhere as I was growing up…and even as I got older…I continued to follow him everywhere (by wanting to imitate him)…I finally realized (yes it took awhile) I am my own person…with my own thoughts…and very happy to be embracing my own life….and now, though I can see our differences and appreciate them…I am so thankful for our likenesses….
I don’t know why…but I always wanted to be most like him…I suppose it is admiration….I would have had my feeling hurt so badly…if one of my siblings would have been more closely compared to him than I…after all I was the daddy’s girl….(not realizing until later, he made us all feel like daddy’s little girl or daddy’s boy)
Well, after growing up and realizing that it is a wonderful thing to have distinction… I now in retrospect can fully see that each one of my “siblings” has some very dominant traits from my dad…
I think my sister has his “stubborn” nature…a trait that is both a blessing and a curse…but one that I do wish I could have inherited in a way…they are hardcore once they have made up there mind about something…and if they say they are going to do it…man watch out…because it will be done(well it eventually gets done with my dad) ….my brother…I think very much so has some mannerisms much like pops…sometimes you see him in a glimpse or hear him talk and you’re like “whoa…izzy, stop being dad”, also I believe my brother is very similar in his personality…an “on his terms” kinda guy….he might feel like making you laugh or he might just feel like sitting back and thinking about something (something probably over my head, like the chemical makeup of kryptonite…or how to make an electrical current observable in every state….(hehe maybe thats stuff I think about and I’m smart like dad too..hahaha) well anyway…the traits I got from my dad…ill leave to someone else’s observance…but I like to think they are distinguishable ….I know for sure we all got Dad’s temper…and well that isn’t so pretty ..but I promise we come by it honestly…
Well I thought to myself…here it is almost mother’s day I’m writing an op-ed on my dad…(my mom would say…sounds about right..haha) Although I know from the bottom of my heart that part of the reason I think my dad is so wonderful…is because he has been madly in love with my mom always -and in truth don’t believe any of us kids would have had the kind of relationship we do with him, if it wasn’t for the happiness he found with my mom….
Well …since this not a national holiday…and for that I actually glad (I don’t want to have to share my dad with everyone!) I do want to take a minute and express how thankful I am to GOD…for this day…my Dad’s Birthday!!!!!
As I was getting ready this morning…it felt like a special day…seemed like a holiday…I was going to be making dinner for the family…I was going to buy a gift…and I even found myself wanting to mention this “special” day as I was typing an email….i made a phone call and almost mentioned it again….then I sat back and kind of laughed at myself…(thinking this is what Frank is talking about when he pokes fun at me about my dad)…..what am I talking about…well in my mind it seemed today should be a day reserved for observance….of a very special man…MY DAD! Well, yes it is his Birthday of coarse…and here I thought everyone else was aware…???
My whole life I have felt like a silly little daddy’s girl…I followed him around everywhere as I was growing up…and even as I got older…I continued to follow him everywhere (by wanting to imitate him)…I finally realized (yes it took awhile) I am my own person…with my own thoughts…and very happy to be embracing my own life….and now, though I can see our differences and appreciate them…I am so thankful for our likenesses….
I don’t know why…but I always wanted to be most like him…I suppose it is admiration….I would have had my feeling hurt so badly…if one of my siblings would have been more closely compared to him than I…after all I was the daddy’s girl….(not realizing until later, he made us all feel like daddy’s little girl or daddy’s boy)
Well, after growing up and realizing that it is a wonderful thing to have distinction… I now in retrospect can fully see that each one of my “siblings” has some very dominant traits from my dad…
I think my sister has his “stubborn” nature…a trait that is both a blessing and a curse…but one that I do wish I could have inherited in a way…they are hardcore once they have made up there mind about something…and if they say they are going to do it…man watch out…because it will be done(well it eventually gets done with my dad) ….my brother…I think very much so has some mannerisms much like pops…sometimes you see him in a glimpse or hear him talk and you’re like “whoa…izzy, stop being dad”, also I believe my brother is very similar in his personality…an “on his terms” kinda guy….he might feel like making you laugh or he might just feel like sitting back and thinking about something (something probably over my head, like the chemical makeup of kryptonite…or how to make an electrical current observable in every state….(hehe maybe thats stuff I think about and I’m smart like dad too..hahaha) well anyway…the traits I got from my dad…ill leave to someone else’s observance…but I like to think they are distinguishable ….I know for sure we all got Dad’s temper…and well that isn’t so pretty ..but I promise we come by it honestly…
Well I thought to myself…here it is almost mother’s day I’m writing an op-ed on my dad…(my mom would say…sounds about right..haha) Although I know from the bottom of my heart that part of the reason I think my dad is so wonderful…is because he has been madly in love with my mom always -and in truth don’t believe any of us kids would have had the kind of relationship we do with him, if it wasn’t for the happiness he found with my mom….
Well …since this not a national holiday…and for that I actually glad (I don’t want to have to share my dad with everyone!) I do want to take a minute and express how thankful I am to GOD…for this day…my Dad’s Birthday!!!!!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
You Tube...Nothin To Say ©2009
Nothin to say
Packed up all my bags
and I moved out after all-
Easier to walk on out
Than to out -walk it all
Been gone for some years-
Sometimes it seems-I’s never there
Once you get away…don’t they say
It’s harder to come back again
Chorus:
I wish I knew something to say
Never mind –those never ways
I just thought you’d call today
Learnin’ slow –to longing days
For time is fast when it’s wished away
Chorus:
I wish I knew something to say
So what are these painted tears
And the try hard to finds
Oh -I know I wasted yours
Yes, I know I wasted mine
So what, I try to hard
But no never try hard enough
Took me to knowin’ this
Tryin’ hard means bein’ tough
Chorus:
I wish I knew something to say
Bridge:
Oh –with all of us dyin’ 4X
I wish I had something to say
Packed up all my bags
and I moved out after all-
Easier to walk on out
Than to out -walk it all
Been gone for some years-
Sometimes it seems-I’s never there
Once you get away…don’t they say
It’s harder to come back again
Chorus:
I wish I knew something to say
Never mind –those never ways
I just thought you’d call today
Learnin’ slow –to longing days
For time is fast when it’s wished away
Chorus:
I wish I knew something to say
So what are these painted tears
And the try hard to finds
Oh -I know I wasted yours
Yes, I know I wasted mine
So what, I try to hard
But no never try hard enough
Took me to knowin’ this
Tryin’ hard means bein’ tough
Chorus:
I wish I knew something to say
Bridge:
Oh –with all of us dyin’ 4X
I wish I had something to say
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
March of Dimes...dedicated to our baby girl; JOLIE ELISE RAMOS
For the one I love…my sweet baby girl …Jolie Elise Ramos 07/07/07
Frank, Maggie and I are participating in the “March of Dimes” walk in Melbourne Fl. on 05/02/09. This walk is in honor of our baby girl Jolie Elise Ramos… whom I delivered on 07/07/07 and shortly thereafter was taken straight back to heaven…below are words that I wrote to be read at her memorial and a poem that I wrote just for our little Jolie…
in truth…for words there are none…our lives forever changed by one moment…forever changed by Jolie Elise Ramos…
You can donate in support of our walk for the fight against pre-mature infant mortality …please see links posted below poem
words from memorial:
for in all the wonderments and miracles of God…that I may know true love…
…that the words soul mate would resonate so astoundingly through my entire being…
for God does truly know the desires of my heart…that he bless me with a man so tender and loving as Franklin…
so- my heart did stall as I awoke to find my arms empty the morning after my Jolie passed away…
naive and foolish to have once believed that “I would never experience a broken heart again”…
but what do I believe ... whether it is a thought that has been placed in my mind to provide me strength or not....I believe Joile's life was more than an incident...a routine of life that failed completion mistakenly...rather, I believe that her journey here from heaven and back again is so much more...something much like a symbol...and not a mere coincidence that her numbers are the Lords...7-07-07...as for the purpose and meaning behind all of this ...my heart seems to tell me it is something far greater than my human mind can interpret....it is only from within my spirit, that one day.... this truth shall be revealed...
as it was told to me, “DEATH CANNOT TAKE AWAY FROM US THE THINGS THAT NEVER DIE”
to this I hold dear…
I would not trade ALL of this pain…
to forsake the one moment that changed our lives forever….
Jolie Elise Ramos, we will love through eternity, this- my baby girl is our promise…
just like I tell your Daddy …forever and ever…AMEN
love you forever,
mommy and daddy
poem for Jolie:
Jolie Elise Ramos
07/07/07
On my chest this pendant lay
in place of the sweetest breath
and oh my breath …yes… taken away
from the touch of her fingertips
my soul- to the depths
of which my heart knew never to find
to the deepest, most silent carvings
from the most divine
to know you-my love
as our spirits danced and sang
you are always just as part of me –
so this heart of mine to be lain….
-mommy
It is impossible for me to do this dedication for Jolie without mention of another one of God’s miracles….we were unbelievably blessed enough to have another baby girl…she is unquestionably the greatest gift I have ever received…she is beautiful, healthy and remarkable in every way!
MARCH OF DIMES info:
I am very excited to be a part of March for Babies, please support my participation by making a donation.
Why March for Babies? Because the March of Dimes champions the needs of moms and babies in our community and across the nation. The money we raise for March for Babies will help:
- support all-important research offering preventions and solutions for babies born too soon or with birth defects- educate women on things they can do to increase their chances of having a healthy baby- provide comfort and information to families with a newborn in intensive care- push for newborn screening and health insurance for all pregnant women and children
Won't you please help me in this worthy cause? Contributing to my walk online is fast, easy and secure. You can donate directly from my personal webpage with a credit card or PayPal. If you prefer, I can also accept cash or check. Just click the appropriate box on my webpage.My personal web page address for donations is ...
http://www.marchforbabies.org/poppin55
Would you like to see what March for Babies is and why I'm walking?Click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5P_dFD0J47I to see the video.
The March of Dimes mission is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.
Frank, Maggie and I are participating in the “March of Dimes” walk in Melbourne Fl. on 05/02/09. This walk is in honor of our baby girl Jolie Elise Ramos… whom I delivered on 07/07/07 and shortly thereafter was taken straight back to heaven…below are words that I wrote to be read at her memorial and a poem that I wrote just for our little Jolie…
in truth…for words there are none…our lives forever changed by one moment…forever changed by Jolie Elise Ramos…
You can donate in support of our walk for the fight against pre-mature infant mortality …please see links posted below poem
words from memorial:
for in all the wonderments and miracles of God…that I may know true love…
…that the words soul mate would resonate so astoundingly through my entire being…
for God does truly know the desires of my heart…that he bless me with a man so tender and loving as Franklin…
so- my heart did stall as I awoke to find my arms empty the morning after my Jolie passed away…
naive and foolish to have once believed that “I would never experience a broken heart again”…
but what do I believe ... whether it is a thought that has been placed in my mind to provide me strength or not....I believe Joile's life was more than an incident...a routine of life that failed completion mistakenly...rather, I believe that her journey here from heaven and back again is so much more...something much like a symbol...and not a mere coincidence that her numbers are the Lords...7-07-07...as for the purpose and meaning behind all of this ...my heart seems to tell me it is something far greater than my human mind can interpret....it is only from within my spirit, that one day.... this truth shall be revealed...
as it was told to me, “DEATH CANNOT TAKE AWAY FROM US THE THINGS THAT NEVER DIE”
to this I hold dear…
I would not trade ALL of this pain…
to forsake the one moment that changed our lives forever….
Jolie Elise Ramos, we will love through eternity, this- my baby girl is our promise…
just like I tell your Daddy …forever and ever…AMEN
love you forever,
mommy and daddy
poem for Jolie:
Jolie Elise Ramos
07/07/07
On my chest this pendant lay
in place of the sweetest breath
and oh my breath …yes… taken away
from the touch of her fingertips
my soul- to the depths
of which my heart knew never to find
to the deepest, most silent carvings
from the most divine
to know you-my love
as our spirits danced and sang
you are always just as part of me –
so this heart of mine to be lain….
-mommy
It is impossible for me to do this dedication for Jolie without mention of another one of God’s miracles….we were unbelievably blessed enough to have another baby girl…she is unquestionably the greatest gift I have ever received…she is beautiful, healthy and remarkable in every way!
MARCH OF DIMES info:
I am very excited to be a part of March for Babies, please support my participation by making a donation.
Why March for Babies? Because the March of Dimes champions the needs of moms and babies in our community and across the nation. The money we raise for March for Babies will help:
- support all-important research offering preventions and solutions for babies born too soon or with birth defects- educate women on things they can do to increase their chances of having a healthy baby- provide comfort and information to families with a newborn in intensive care- push for newborn screening and health insurance for all pregnant women and children
Won't you please help me in this worthy cause? Contributing to my walk online is fast, easy and secure. You can donate directly from my personal webpage with a credit card or PayPal. If you prefer, I can also accept cash or check. Just click the appropriate box on my webpage.My personal web page address for donations is ...
http://www.marchforbabies.org/poppin55
Would you like to see what March for Babies is and why I'm walking?Click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5P_dFD0J47I to see the video.
The March of Dimes mission is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
of worth for smaller matters--©2009
of worth for smaller matters
and time did fly
on by, on by
for I saw it once a top the hill
there tall, standing still
and moment glared if not fixed just right
for all the matters small and high
a climb to be the scented core
and fall there upon my moutains sword
and time did fly
on by, on by
for I saw it once a top the hill
there tall, standing still
and moment glared if not fixed just right
for all the matters small and high
a climb to be the scented core
and fall there upon my moutains sword
Friday, April 24, 2009
"Friday Night Fish Fry" series...this ain't Macy Gray
By the Hand-©2009
Chorus:
Oh Baby-won’t you take me, take ma by the hand
Baby won’t you take me-take me while you can
Oh baby-won’t you take me, take me by the hand
I’ll be your lovin’ woman-if you’ll be my lovin’ man
Vs:
Born on these crossroads
Born in the middle of the night
Grew up fast for reasons-
that still keep me a little girl inside
Tryin’ to get over –to where them lights-
They shine out the night
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Chorus
Vs:
There’s a black sky above me
Ain’t no twinkling in sight
Done wished out them fallin’ stars-
Ran past them shootin’ skies
And you know I ‘s just callin’-
Callin’ your name
Since you left darlin it done seem-
Like a million years went and came
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Chorus:
Oh Baby-won’t you take me, take ma by the hand
Baby won’t you take me-take me while you can
Oh baby-won’t you take me, take me by the hand
I’ll be your lovin’ woman-if you’ll be my lovin’ man
Vs:
Born on these crossroads
Born in the middle of the night
Grew up fast for reasons-
that still keep me a little girl inside
Tryin’ to get over –to where them lights-
They shine out the night
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Chorus
Vs:
There’s a black sky above me
Ain’t no twinkling in sight
Done wished out them fallin’ stars-
Ran past them shootin’ skies
And you know I ‘s just callin’-
Callin’ your name
Since you left darlin it done seem-
Like a million years went and came
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Monday, April 20, 2009
with this you can count on me -©2009
Like a line I follow-when I’m the straight bend…do count on me –to come to an end
Slighter and lighter and less surrounding-and choking and stretching and un-astounding
I’m only one thing and I’m only one turn-and I’m the only one left with sticks to burn
Run out your vigor and restore your pain -and make it so we count on this …over and over again
Fine –so your delightful yet brittle to touch-underscored with burgundy wine and sorrow and such
Hold yourself together –your holes do not seep out that buried grain-only flushing particle pieces from a less than partial day
And that you are –and this I am –and that I wish to be-
Over and over and over again - and with this you can count on me.
Slighter and lighter and less surrounding-and choking and stretching and un-astounding
I’m only one thing and I’m only one turn-and I’m the only one left with sticks to burn
Run out your vigor and restore your pain -and make it so we count on this …over and over again
Fine –so your delightful yet brittle to touch-underscored with burgundy wine and sorrow and such
Hold yourself together –your holes do not seep out that buried grain-only flushing particle pieces from a less than partial day
And that you are –and this I am –and that I wish to be-
Over and over and over again - and with this you can count on me.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
for all these things that i have done ©2009
for once i believed that just as I feel ...
so you too would feel-
and as I imagined...so you too could imagine-
for twas not a mirror that I was engaged...
no but a self....
a self- i thought could be similar to mine-
does not anger speak...
does not silence speak...
does not sadness speak...
does not harshness speak...
does not time speak...
does not fear speak...
do not WORDS speak
for not memories-
for not laughter-
for not dreams-
for not me
for not me
there is less of me without you
and there is me....
there is still me...
for not my heart staken-
i would know other means
...it is just a heart
and so does not LOVE speak
so you too would feel-
and as I imagined...so you too could imagine-
for twas not a mirror that I was engaged...
no but a self....
a self- i thought could be similar to mine-
does not anger speak...
does not silence speak...
does not sadness speak...
does not harshness speak...
does not time speak...
does not fear speak...
do not WORDS speak
for not memories-
for not laughter-
for not dreams-
for not me
for not me
there is less of me without you
and there is me....
there is still me...
for not my heart staken-
i would know other means
...it is just a heart
and so does not LOVE speak
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Mud Slide Ridin' ©2009
We’re older now and this means something
we’ll make a move even if it stands for nothing
Don’t see much when you’re conditioned
Don’t see much ‘cept repetition
Didn’t want to have this conversation
you tellin’ me of our digression
My eyes their fair and somewhat blinded
I just do what I do and hope you don’t mind it
cause you can’t hear much when you’re talkin’
not much of a view the direction your walkin’
Don’t wanna try and understand this
we’re so dignified just entertain us
Modern man you look so easy
Common man you act so sleezy
Hard luck and consequence is what you’re made from
but your mind of will and inherited skill … you have abandoned
By and by always so taken
live with an identity you wish you were fakin’
in my palm –I captured time that’s raining
but we have no cause, and we’re just waiting
better days they have awakened
but all of our wins we have forsaken
we don’t stand alone, and we’re not divided
we’ve all sat down and there’s a mud slide ridin’
we’ll make a move even if it stands for nothing
Don’t see much when you’re conditioned
Don’t see much ‘cept repetition
Didn’t want to have this conversation
you tellin’ me of our digression
My eyes their fair and somewhat blinded
I just do what I do and hope you don’t mind it
cause you can’t hear much when you’re talkin’
not much of a view the direction your walkin’
Don’t wanna try and understand this
we’re so dignified just entertain us
Modern man you look so easy
Common man you act so sleezy
Hard luck and consequence is what you’re made from
but your mind of will and inherited skill … you have abandoned
By and by always so taken
live with an identity you wish you were fakin’
in my palm –I captured time that’s raining
but we have no cause, and we’re just waiting
better days they have awakened
but all of our wins we have forsaken
we don’t stand alone, and we’re not divided
we’ve all sat down and there’s a mud slide ridin’
Friday, April 17, 2009
Want It All- ©2009 "You Tube song"
As I drove away
I took one last look
Back down that pebble road
That wilted path,
So many times,
Traveled to and fro-
…and maybe that’s what made me
finally realize…
there was a track
there was a tread –
a history thread within those lines
you want it all-
come on-you better take this ball and run
these peddlin streets are filled with beggars-
you dream to big you might get stoned-
You make your way-
As to imprint your soul
But… you break away
So to come back home
On a jaggered edge
As a traveler bound
- chancing all….
to have just ONE (won)
…if lightening don’t strike in the same place twice-
then why did I come…
I’m countin’ on miracles now
To get a lost girl on back home
I took one last look
Back down that pebble road
That wilted path,
So many times,
Traveled to and fro-
…and maybe that’s what made me
finally realize…
there was a track
there was a tread –
a history thread within those lines
you want it all-
come on-you better take this ball and run
these peddlin streets are filled with beggars-
you dream to big you might get stoned-
You make your way-
As to imprint your soul
But… you break away
So to come back home
On a jaggered edge
As a traveler bound
- chancing all….
to have just ONE (won)
…if lightening don’t strike in the same place twice-
then why did I come…
I’m countin’ on miracles now
To get a lost girl on back home
6'10" ©2009
standin tall, free and clear
peering over bending buildings with a foggy glare
louder than the sounding of this day
is the rattled storm inside my head
Gentle Giant slumber no more
army-like fighting inside my soul's door
Lengthy and sturdy and wearin' boots showin' spurs
only duckin' for cover from the sparks' slappin burns
Wantin' and breathin' fire from the coals
simmerin' and sweatin' to ignite what explodes
arrows like pushpins tapping through to a core
just poking through gently as if hollow before
go lightly, walk slightly or not even tightly to break through
there's lighting clappin', runnin' in my thin walking shoes
peering over bending buildings with a foggy glare
louder than the sounding of this day
is the rattled storm inside my head
Gentle Giant slumber no more
army-like fighting inside my soul's door
Lengthy and sturdy and wearin' boots showin' spurs
only duckin' for cover from the sparks' slappin burns
Wantin' and breathin' fire from the coals
simmerin' and sweatin' to ignite what explodes
arrows like pushpins tapping through to a core
just poking through gently as if hollow before
go lightly, walk slightly or not even tightly to break through
there's lighting clappin', runnin' in my thin walking shoes
Thursday, April 16, 2009
for love we do know better ©2009
of reason we know no answer
and prediction not of time
but for love we do know better
and no better than of mine
for love may not be likeness
but a kindness of a soul
and the kind that is a binding
to the only ONE I know
for if I am of HIM
then he is of me too
and all that is within me
by HIM so shall I do
and prediction not of time
but for love we do know better
and no better than of mine
for love may not be likeness
but a kindness of a soul
and the kind that is a binding
to the only ONE I know
for if I am of HIM
then he is of me too
and all that is within me
by HIM so shall I do
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
no title ©2009
there she went down the hall and my voice lingered with an echo
do you ever really know who you are until your faced with the -let go
come on now you'll let her down if by out running her she can find you
with that your faced....too damned to understand that the chase is all she's drawn to
can you find her, wrapped in the time that lost her...can you free her by holding taunt the chains that tie her
for very well you see that dreams are made by waking
and wearily to hell you go if by waking you stop dreaming
be that which you are for on purpose and with point you will discover
That be that what it may....the portrait to portray its subject and its lover
do you ever really know who you are until your faced with the -let go
come on now you'll let her down if by out running her she can find you
with that your faced....too damned to understand that the chase is all she's drawn to
can you find her, wrapped in the time that lost her...can you free her by holding taunt the chains that tie her
for very well you see that dreams are made by waking
and wearily to hell you go if by waking you stop dreaming
be that which you are for on purpose and with point you will discover
That be that what it may....the portrait to portray its subject and its lover
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
more of maggie
Maggie is 5months and I can't imagine there is anything I would do differently up to now...but there is...
as much as I held her as a newborn...I would hold her more...
for as many times as she would lay so still and beautiful upon my chest...there I would let her rest longer
for any of the milk and nourishment that I was able to provide her...I would try harder to give her more...
I would absolutely call the first 6months of a child's life ... a complete stillness and watchfulness of my own...
...have absolutely nothing to do...require no attention for the routine, hectic or daily ritualistic existence that perhaps becomes to much of who we are....and simply just be...mother and child...just be...
for dinners have 6months of hamburger helper...for cleaning -understand that there is minimal that "has" to be done...for all to soon you will have much time to occupy when your little babe begins to gain her dependence...
for now cherish her absolute and solitary need for her mommy.
as much as I held her as a newborn...I would hold her more...
for as many times as she would lay so still and beautiful upon my chest...there I would let her rest longer
for any of the milk and nourishment that I was able to provide her...I would try harder to give her more...
I would absolutely call the first 6months of a child's life ... a complete stillness and watchfulness of my own...
...have absolutely nothing to do...require no attention for the routine, hectic or daily ritualistic existence that perhaps becomes to much of who we are....and simply just be...mother and child...just be...
for dinners have 6months of hamburger helper...for cleaning -understand that there is minimal that "has" to be done...for all to soon you will have much time to occupy when your little babe begins to gain her dependence...
for now cherish her absolute and solitary need for her mommy.
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About Me
- dreamer
- Jessica Justice Ramos is a singer/songwriter from Tampa, Fl. Her fans call her the "girl" Rolling Stone...the middle American poet with a rock n roll/blues feel. An Imperfectionist as a musician but an impassioned performer and poetic writer.