Friday, June 05, 2009

come and find me

when i was a kid, i used to hide in the most awkward places. because i was not very big, i could fit in the tiniest of hiding spots. i was a pro at hiding in any pile of blankets, strategically placing them to ensure the way in which they lay there seemed natural enough for me to remain undetected. and despite my chatterbox nature and outgoing personality, i was very good at being very quite and unseen when i needed to be.

around the time i was 6 years old, my family and i went to visit our distant relatives upstate. you know, it's those relatives you only encounter about once a year. it was these particular relatives that were know for their very fancy house and expensive cars, though i am sure that their house seemed a lot bigger to me then since everything seems grandeur when you're 6. my two cousins had all of the coolest things, and when around them, i did my best to keep up my end of the conversation concerning all of the latest and greatest toy knowledge. even at that age, i knew that money makes people so much cooler than those without it. i remember trying my hardest to impress them.

this particular visit was to celebrate my cousin, luis' birthday. aside from the fact that he had money, he was so funny and everyone liked him. playing koosh tennis on the front lawn of their mansion, i dominated every opponent that dared to challenge me. (please tell me someone remembers koosh balls?) it was time for me to go against my cousin luis. he was a formidable opponent, and at one point, i wasn't sure if i could beat him. then one fateful serve, luis tossed the koosh, swung his racket just strong enough to set me up for victory. everything went in slow motion. i smiled inside because i knew that i was about to own my cousin. eyeing the koosh so very carefully, my racket made the perfect connection. and as the koosh ball sailed far above my cousin's head, my heart sunk in dispair as i soon realized that the ball was lost forever in the high gutters of luis' mansion.

we all know the scene; it was as if i were in the schoolyard of my elementary school. all of the kids gathered around me throwing their mean comments around like paper airplanes, threatening to make me climb the fence to go and get the lost koosh. every apology seemed to be rejected by the angry mob. i tried to convince them that luis had so many cooler toys in comparison. i even tried to remind them that kids in africa don't have any toys so we should be grateful that we still have food on the table. my nerves in disarray and my heart beating in 16th rhythms, i did what i always would in times of conflict. i found a place to hide.

not too much has changed since then. in moments of fear and ridicule, i often find myself searching for a place to curl up and hide away from the eyes of the world. just last night my best friend and i were fighting. for some reason (still unclear ot me), everything i said or did just seemed to piss her off. there was this tension in the room between us that was as tough as nails and as thick as concrete. we tried to be cordial to one another, but finally, i could not take the pressure any longer. so i ran away, i hid on the fire escape and i cried. for two hours. non-stop. (i know, i'm a baby.) as much as i tried to fight it, i felt so rejected and foolish for allowing anyone's words or attitude toward me to have this much affect. to be honest, i felt quite worthless, especially because here is a person who claims to know me and love me beyond measure, yet i ask a simple question as to how her day is going, and i get the sideways glance and the deep sigh of annoyance. i realize that people have their off days, and i want to leave room for grace in those times. (God knows i need grace on my off days!) i love her too much to hold it against her, yet it doesn't negate the fact that it hurts.

over the last several years, i have walked through this journey of allowing the light of Jesus to be a search light into some places of my heart that were hidden and dark and even heavily guarded. there is this sense of security in guarding your vulnerable thoughts and struggles and fears. why should i let anybody else into those places of my heart and mind? when no one else is there, there is no chance of being found out or even worse, utterly rejected. if i do a good enough job at hiding, some may even think that i do not have any insecurities at all. so why risk it? i once believed that in order to gain respect and acceptance by the majority, one must build a reputation that has no blemish or fault. yet funny how it is when you gain the whole world and still feel as though your soul is lost. (sound familiar?)

in running away, i have this skwed idea that it makes me a stronger person to save face. truth be told, i want nothing more than to be sought after and found i those times of hidig. hours must have passed before anyone found me, sitting in my relatives' parked volkswagon minibus. i still remember the smell of the vintage leather and gasoline, curled up in a ball behind the driver's seat, crying and sweating from the California summer heat. my uncle finally found me there, half asleep. after all of that, all it took for me to leave that garage was for him to look me in the eye and tell me that i was forgiven and that everyone at the party missed me. (of course, the fact that he made my cousin come over and apologize helped too.)

time and time again, i have be told to live in "the light" - in vulnerability and accountability. even so, this process of running toward the light instead of away from it has been a hard lesson to learn. it seems as though running and hiding is more in my nature than i realized. or even when i do let people "see me", i have this horrible fear that when they do, they will hate what they see. because really, the rejection of the person you make yourself out to be is not nearly as painful as the rejection of the person you actually are. i haven't completey figured out how to remain in this light, but i am grateful for those who, in times of hiding, will take the time to come and find me.

Thursday, June 04, 2009

"a brooklyn bridge is a-burnin"

i had forgotten what it's like to cross you
you're so unforgiving, you double-crossed me
now i carry my cross in agony
how did it feel to lose me?
if you couldn't have me to yourself, no one else would
is that what you said because you thought you could?

when you plunged the jagged edge into my heart
what did my face look like?
remember always how surprised you were
when i did not die
i loved you then and i love you now
even still, you try to love
but you do not know how

burning bridges
never pleasant, so unncessesary
you've become my enemy
strike up the band
the burial scene is lovely
thank you for the invitation
here's a toast to emancipation


leave then, never say i never told you so
light up the matches that you hold
and put us out of our misery
go right ahead
there is no blood on your two hands
you're always good at playing innocent
it is the end, amen

the cage match

in the beginning of may, i moved into a very unique living situation - five bedrooms, two bathrooms, nine roommates (with a baby on the way) and a parakeet named keira. it has been a delight living here thus far. no major hitches yet. i am just waiting for someone to break and get into a yell fest with another one of the roommates, and knowing us, it would probably be caitie and i!

we live with this crazy little bird, keira. i first met keira in matt and stephanie's midtown apartment. back then, this bird was shy, she was a bit mysterious and everybody was fighting for her attention. you could call to keira over and over again, but she would simply look at you and choose whether or not she was going to respond. she was a snob of sorts, really.

living on the 22nd floor of a high rise apartment building, keira never saw wild birds fly outside of her window. of course all that changed when we moved here to harlem. the first morning that we were in our new apartment, keira was going insane. she would not stop flying in circles around the room, moving from one window to the next, squawking at the birds flying by, communicating in the same birdy language that only birds know how to fully understand. this bird has developed a whole new personality. even when you don't want her to come, she will get right into your face or fly right into cereal bowls and water glasses. none of the roommates, including keira's own mother, know what to do with her if there really is anything we can do to contain this bird.

as i sat in our kitchen eating my morning bowl of cereal, i watched keira perched in the window, calling out to her peers. it was a call of desperation and desire. i wondered how horrible it would be to have wings and a beak and like-minded instincts as all of the other birds, and still be unable to fully do anything about it. even so, if we let keira free to roam the skies, it is most likely that she would get mauled by another bird bigger and stronger than she is.

keira's new found confidence is quite entertaining. yet it seems that the shock of discovering that she is not the only bird in this world has made these four walls too small for keira to be content, so much so that it is driving her to insanity.

in like manner, i find myself surrouned by people who love art and music and creativity. like-minded people who are doing whatever it takes to do whatever it is they love to do and maybe even make a living doing it. for a long time i felt a bit out of place, as if my dreams were bigger than those i grew up around. but it wasn't long after i left home that i came across others who, like me, have heaps of passion and energy in their hearts to create and do great things with their lives. a lot of ambition with not enough experience has been my story thus far, and i want more than anything to change this. yet i am so afraid that i am like little keira, that if i were to really try and fly with the free birds, i would only find myself getting crushed in the end. is the fight going to be worth the possibility of failure and even great pain? and even so, do i have it in me to fight at all? because in all honesty, the thought of fighting just makes me wanna crawl back into bed and hide underneath the covers.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

"home"

the most requested miriam dumlao original to date : keep your ears posted, the records gonna drop summer 2010! (in all reality, i dunno if i'll ever drop a record, but it's mighty fun to dream, eh?)

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for so long, you've given yourself away
without ever being loved
endless nights, fumbling through all the pain
to the very end you've come

here i am to hold you, to ease your mind
in my arms is where you'll feel alive

i wanna be the one that you call home
i wanna be the one that you call home
come inside and lay with me tonight
love, rest your head and i will hold
your face to mine, your body close
no need to fear, no letting go
you have me forever


run and hide has come so easily for you
to the shadows you would tread
trusting in no one, longing for someone to lead you from this place
won't you give me all you have

'cause i am yours and you are mine
through the storms and through the darkest nights

i wanna be the one that you call home
i wanna be the one that you call home
come inside and lay with me tonight
love, rest your head and i will hold
your face to mine, your body close
no need to fear, no letting go
you have me forever