Steven Hunley
05-15-2013, 02:34 PM
I get a lot of inspiration from music. Because U-tube is so handy I use it all the time. Dumas once said "Art begets art."
So for me it's usually art that inspires me, though I have to admit that nature and falling in and out of love are pretty good too, 'cause they inspire plenty of mixed emotions, even, no, make that especially, the tough ones.
So what does it take to ring your particular bell?
Here's one example of mine:
Run to You
by
Steven Hunley
It isn’t working out. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. You have a license. The license makes no difference, not after the love runs out. The vows mean nothing after the love has expired. Sometimes the love just dies out instead. It was ‘til death do you part. So you’re parting.
There may be your family to think of. It makes no difference. You get edgy, impatient, and mean-spirited. You spend your days longing. You can’t get her off your mind. You decide to engineer a fight with your woman. When it works, you use the opportunity to walk out on your officially-certified, legal-papered, church-married, and rice-pelted woman. You say you have reasons.
And you run to her.
It may be raining. Rain makes no difference. A blizzard will not deter you. You’re determined to be with her come hell or high water. You’ll travel untold miles and not count them, they mean absolutely nothing. You’ll talk for hours on the phone and think its mere minutes. You’ll mail thousands of e-mails, literally thousands of e-mails. You’ll thirst for the sound of her voice on the phone. The conversations you have are so hot you swear they melt the rubber insulation of off Ma Bell’s wires. You’ll post hand-written letters and expectantly wait for the mailman knowing he carries her replies.
You’ll search for the Wet and Wild lipstick prints on her stationary and adore them, knowing her mouth is just the right size for truly passionate kissing. You’re hooked and you know it. A man knows when he can’t get enough when it gnaws at him like an empty stomach, and growls like a hungry lion. It never stops. It never lets up. It’s a bad case this time. A chronic case of wanting the woman has stricken you. You are convinced that you’re suffering, so you suffer like crazy.
You have heart-aches and fever and are convinced that she, only she, has the permanent cure. It’s inescapable. More than that, it’s fate. Your mind’s made up to run.
So I run to you.
Thank you Babygirl, for the inspiration.
Thank you Bryan Adams, for the song.
©StevenHunley2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgYbiWQztPw
So for me it's usually art that inspires me, though I have to admit that nature and falling in and out of love are pretty good too, 'cause they inspire plenty of mixed emotions, even, no, make that especially, the tough ones.
So what does it take to ring your particular bell?
Here's one example of mine:
Run to You
by
Steven Hunley
It isn’t working out. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out. You have a license. The license makes no difference, not after the love runs out. The vows mean nothing after the love has expired. Sometimes the love just dies out instead. It was ‘til death do you part. So you’re parting.
There may be your family to think of. It makes no difference. You get edgy, impatient, and mean-spirited. You spend your days longing. You can’t get her off your mind. You decide to engineer a fight with your woman. When it works, you use the opportunity to walk out on your officially-certified, legal-papered, church-married, and rice-pelted woman. You say you have reasons.
And you run to her.
It may be raining. Rain makes no difference. A blizzard will not deter you. You’re determined to be with her come hell or high water. You’ll travel untold miles and not count them, they mean absolutely nothing. You’ll talk for hours on the phone and think its mere minutes. You’ll mail thousands of e-mails, literally thousands of e-mails. You’ll thirst for the sound of her voice on the phone. The conversations you have are so hot you swear they melt the rubber insulation of off Ma Bell’s wires. You’ll post hand-written letters and expectantly wait for the mailman knowing he carries her replies.
You’ll search for the Wet and Wild lipstick prints on her stationary and adore them, knowing her mouth is just the right size for truly passionate kissing. You’re hooked and you know it. A man knows when he can’t get enough when it gnaws at him like an empty stomach, and growls like a hungry lion. It never stops. It never lets up. It’s a bad case this time. A chronic case of wanting the woman has stricken you. You are convinced that you’re suffering, so you suffer like crazy.
You have heart-aches and fever and are convinced that she, only she, has the permanent cure. It’s inescapable. More than that, it’s fate. Your mind’s made up to run.
So I run to you.
Thank you Babygirl, for the inspiration.
Thank you Bryan Adams, for the song.
©StevenHunley2011
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgYbiWQztPw