TRochelle - Divinely Designed … Self Defined

I must admit the expressions come from everywhere, everything and everyone. From the sun to the clouds, from home to places in between. loves and hates … lovers and haters. If it moves me – I write it, I sing it … I feel it.

The Writings …

I firmly believe this is my mother shining in me. An English teacher, she always encouraged us to write and read A LOT. The majority of my work is from an emotional place. I am ruled by emotion … a true PISCES through and through. I am slowly allowing my Spirit to guide me and to accept earthly things for what they are … things. I know that people are carriers of spirit and consist of soul – this allowing me to see past the physical and transcend into something much more deeper with the people that I love.

I tell my friends,family and acquaintances if I know you – I will probably write about you eventually – directly or otherwise.

The Voice …

Definitely a gift from the Universe and my dad. I have no idea … I will say it is convenient to be able to take your instrument everywhere you go. I am under the impression that everyone can sing – we just do it differently. It will sound good to some and not so great to others. The point I suppose is … if its good to you – what the hell do you care about the masses??

The Instrumentation …

At the age of 7 I got my first (and so far only) piano. My father wanted me to play – he had dreams of me playing private concerts for him.  I entered piano lessons and at the age of 8 I was playing classical pieces for state wide competitions (and placing at the top). It was natural for me. I took what I learned – and jazzed it up (much to the dismay of my teacher … she wasn’t diggin a jazzy rendition of Minuet in G HAHA!). I gave my piano away in 2009 – and it hurt. It was (in my opinion) my connection to my father – it was something that he and I shared. I’d play and he would sing … we would sing together. I gave it away to a little girl who wanted to play the piano but her parents could not afford a piano. This scenario is pretty much the scenario that got me started – my piano was used and purchased for a discount price. I sincerely hope the little girl enjoys it and allows her mind and soul to soar as mine did when I played.  I still have the voice that my father gave me – and I know we will always be connected through my artistry.

MY OWN

It’s a shame when people try to make their own
The words and thoughts from MY time in the zone…

What I speak ain’t metaphorically deep
I may not come politically correct-
But, the style that I use
And the words that I choose
Is something thieves never reject-

Although my vernacular
Ain’t all that spectacular,
I know, you know what I’m sayin’
Now, I’m not reachin’-
To the depths of deep
But you’re pickin up what I’m layin’

It takes a while to finish a poem
And sometimes longer to start-
The way I display the words that I say
Comes strictly from the heart

So I’d appreciate it
And I’m sure other poets would too
If you sat down and thought for yourself-
It’s such a sad game
To change a name
And take from someone else-

Now that you’ve read
The things that I’ve said
You can take it, or leave it alone
Cause at the end of the day
The style, the way, the words, the thoughts…

MY OWN

~Intuition~