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David Archuleta ~ You are my Song

Posted by MT on Monday, January 7, 2013

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David Archuleta

He is my Song

~~~

None of you will be surprised

When you hear me say

I was talking to a friend

About David the other day.

 

But when I started talking about

All the things he’s done

It came to mind that I would rhyme

Every single one.

 

Listening to his music

Has now infected my brain

I now think of him lyrically

And my words come in refrain.

 

I don’t know why it’s happening

But I have no control

Every time I think of him

To speak my heart and soul.

 

My thoughts become the lyrics

To a song within my head

Echoing to his melody

As each new word is said.

 

OMG What’s happened to me?

This is all so wrong.

The only explanation is …

It’s because He Is My Song.

 Dang!

 I tried to write a paragraph and this is what came out!

I give up. It is what it is. The Voice is what it’s all about.

Video credit ShelleyFOD

Is it 2014 yet? :)

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BEGIN. A Poem of David Archuleta

Posted by MT on Friday, September 28, 2012

Cloaked in silence, to contemplate

Inspiration is born

A time away from stress and trials

Ties to the past are torn.

~

To live without the daily grind

Free to think anew

Plan ahead for what could be

With hindsight still in view.

~

To walk away evasive of

The shadows of the past

Begin anew with visions held

To see the future at last.

~

The view is clear with thoughts untwined

Looking straight ahead

Focused on a single point

Where inspiration led.

~

That path now cleared of fog and smoke

Was chosen carefully

This is where his heart has led

He follows faithfully.

* * *

David has said this is a time of new beginnings. It’s not only a new journey for him in South America. It’s the beginning of his future as a whole. He will spend these two years quietly. And while he will be primarily focused on sharing his faith, he will no doubt use this time to contemplate his future as well.

It’s a time away from the ordinary world that David was used to dealing with on a daily basis, a time for him to learn who he wants to be and where he wants to go with his life and his music. His decisions will be made without the pressures of the music world and without the influence of family, friends, and yes, even fans.

In the end, he will know that the decisions he makes are his own rather than a reflection of what those around him may want.

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David Archuleta ~ Pied Beauty and the Pied Piper of the PCH

Posted by Abrra on Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Tintern Abbey

Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods
And mountains, and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye and ear, both what they half create
And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
In nature, and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul,
Of all my moral being.

William Wordsworth, 1798

Recently David tweeted a majestic picture from the coastline of California. His comment was about seeing the ocean and mountains in the same scene as he drove along the California Pacific Coast Highway. I thought to myself how nice it was that he had the time to take such a beautiful picture when most of his days are spent in the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles. The view gave him a glimpse of two of the natural elements he enjoys the most.  Seeing them in one place caused such  an excitement that he had to share it with his fans. A connection was made.

View from the Pacific Coastal Hwy. Photo credit David Archuleta

For me there was a message hidden in that picture that I intend to heed. We hear the phrase “Stop and smell the  roses” but do we really make the effort to follow through? Being caught up in a daily routine that allows for little time for things that seem less important, can take the life out of  the moment. David inspired me to take  the long way home and enjoy the sights that the  country roads I travel every day provide. The baled hay sitting in the fields stacked like boxes. Large, orange pumpkins still on the vine, waiting patiently to be selected by a child who is  eager to carve a scary face on it for Halloween. Farm stands who have served their usefulness in sharing the summer’s  bounty with passers-by, now offer colorful chrysanthemums to grace local gardens. These are the scenes that I see most frequently on my ride home each day. I am reminded that I live in a small farming community that is about providing for others. I look forward to the coming days when the leaves turn color and brighten my way with fiery red bursts and shades of russet. This may seem small when compared to the majestic scenery of the California coastline, but it serves my desire to take time out and look around at the beauty of what I have close to home.

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swíft, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

Praise Him.

Gerald Manley Hopkins 1918

“It’s usually the little things that make the big difference in our lives.” David Archuleta, October 6, 2011

Beach in Okinawa


So I am grateful to David, that he is an influence in my life that helps me see things more clearly. If you have had a moment recently where you stopped and took time for a good look at something in your area that gave you great pleasure to observe, please share it with us in comments?


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Never Forget

Posted by Abrra on Sunday, September 11, 2011

We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)

 Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duties call,
Should be remembered by us all.

Who left the comfort of their home,
To face perils as yet unknown,
An embodiment of goodness on a day,
When men’s hearts had gone astray.

Sons and daughters like me and you,
Who never questioned what they had to do,
Who by example, were a source of hope,
And strength to others who could not cope.

Heroes that would not turn their back,
With determination that would not crack,
Who bound together in their ranks,
And asking not a word of thanks.

Men who bravely gave their lives,
Whose orphaned kids and widowed wives,
Can proudly look back on their dad,
Who gave this country all they had.

Actions taken without regret,
Heroisms we shall never forget,
The ones who paid the ultimate price,
Let’s never forget their sacrifice.

And never forget the ones no longer here,
Who fought for the freedoms we all hold dear,
And may their memory never wane,
Lest their sacrifices be in vain.

Alan W. Jankowski

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

From “Recessional”  Rudyard Kipling

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In Sound’s Embrace

Posted by MT on Saturday, April 9, 2011

In David’s book, Chords of Strength, he discusses in great detail his view of what music can be, describing it as a means of transferring emotion from one person to another, from a performer to his audience.  He recognized the power of music from a very early age.

Some of the greatest singers of our time had the ability to put their emotions into their songs. Their music touched something inside of us and made us feel less alone. David is one who also has that gift. When he sings, it’s as if he’s inviting us into his heart, to feel what he feels, to see life as he sees it.

It’s a way of transporting us out of our daily lives and into the song with him. He captures us, and holds us hostage there, until the song ends. In the process, I believe David has given, to each of us, something that we haven’t found anywhere else.

It’s difficult to put into words what David’s music has meant to me. The following poem is as close as I could come.  It’s about the joy, the tears, the happiness, the reverence, and even the laughter that he evokes in me while he sings.

It’s about letting go and living, in that moment, in the music of the song.

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David Archuleta ~ Poetic Ponderings

Posted by Angelica on Friday, March 11, 2011

Poem by davidstopsmyaging

Visualize

The boy’s young eyes
Before us, new, naive and strong
Slowly mending, comprehending
Understanding right from wrong.

The wave’s crash,
The moon glows,
The stars flash,
And time flows.

Young eyes now choose, they spark and know
They watch the world while melodies grow
The songs, they swim, they fall and rise
Within the soul of these young eyes

The wave’s crash
The moon glows,
The stars flash,
And time flows.

His eyes, they sing, they soar, inspire
They draw us in and raise us higher
The world will hear the melodies
The songs will know no boundaries

The world turns
The soul yearns
The eyes burn
The man learns

Learns to sift life’s grains of sand
To make the rough parts smooth, and when
He learns his strengths, with steady hand,
He gently throws caution to the wind.

He knows the strength of songs, of words
He knows his music will be heard
He knows this as surely as he breathes.

The young man’s spirit, his soul, his heart
This young man’s eyes
Visualize

 

Original photo by icecreampie

 

 

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