SAGE MUSIC BOOK

Remind me how to love. I seem to have lost myself with my last relationship. I feel myself stuck in a place and I don't know where, can't even remember how I got there. Smiles used to come easy, and adventures always for me were the greatest turn on. But I've forgotten how it used to be, because you made me feel like I never thought was possible, and I made my greatest mistake by getting used to it. Now I've forgotten how to love, because you showed me how unreal it could be, just a wish unfulfilled, mere thoughts, fantasy even. Remind me how to love, because I found the love I thought was mine, but then I lost it somehow, and with my mind all jumbled and messed up, the only thing that is real is my heartache, my heart bleeds and now I  don't think I care at all. I forgot how it feels to want love, because I found it in the deepest depths of my heart, like minerals trapped beneath the earth, available for eternity. You were my mine, but now it's...

So much time has passed, a lot of loneliness has been my portion, and my days I spend wishing you could be my dream come true. I wish you were here, to squeeze my hand and reassure me. My insecurities have gotten me beat, and my loneliness has now become my only comfort. I love the way you smile, then cover up your face with your hands because you're shy.  I love the sound of your voice when you wake up, and the sight of your lips sets a fire burning in the pit of my belly. I'm so hot for you, I'd give anything to have you here. Honestly, I miss you. I act like I don't, but that's all pretense. I don't want to cry or fuss, I don't want to seem to be so dramatic  or create a situation where I embarrass myself and lose face in your sight. I can be tough, I can be strong, but with you it's not like that. You've got me beat, and I didn't even put up a fight. I surrendered and I don't regret it, I just wish you were here. I'll...

Well if the struggle continues then, when will we overcome? Right here and now, my struggling ends. Prosperity from now on.  The struggle ends where gratitude begins,  for gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more.  It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, and a stranger into a friend . I wish for all of my life struggles to die and wither away. I'm grateful for life, grateful for my family , grateful that I've got a job, grateful for my good fortune with my health.  Let my God lead the way and direct my soul to its liberation, freedom of will, and tidings that brings the luck of love. Through out history, nothing was done when nothing was tried . Inventors and scientists , governments and civilians, all had to try, and all faith was tested.  Let not your struggle become your identity, know yourself and strive to be your own competition.  And here's your link to do...

Photo credit: Google images Words are like jewelries. A beautiful composition , like a string of a gold necklace with a diamond coated pendant. But there are no words beautiful enough to describe you. Yet knowing that, a lot of writers and poets have tried ceaselessly to describe how strongly affected they are at the sight of your beauty. Photo credit: Google images Lyrics are being composed by singers and song writers and melodies played by keyboardists and guitarists giving rhythm to the music being sung about your astonishing beauty. I am just a humble admirer, bold enough to write you a letter but too coward to walk up to you, lest I stutter or gaze endlessly at you in wonderment, failing to express myself or worse have you think of me as a joke. My affection for you is harmless and you have no need to worry or be afraid. Photo credit: Google images And here's a link to download and enjoy "Pitbull" in this song he titled " Secret A...

Photo credit: Google images The greatest thrill is always fun to those who seek it. Happiness has become a word without a witness or evidence to prove it's reality. I'm having fun, I'm alive, I'm happy. The greatest thrill is having a day go by. It happens everyday unless of course one is dead. The countdown never stops and when it does, it is the end. But the witnesses remember and the evidence is proven genuine. Photo credit: Google images Happiness. Was it ever part of life's original design? How can one testify to happiness when truly he has never experienced it? Laughter, smiles, kisses and sex. Romance, marriage, matriculation and graduation. Birthdays, reunions, cinemas and music shows. Does these events really prove happiness? Yet the witnesses remember and the evidence's endorsed. I'm having fun, I'm alive, I'm happy. Photo credit: Google images And here's a link to download and enjoy "Pharrel...

Photo credit: Google images Your eyes. a journey of ages, a journey of eternity. It all began the day I looked into your eyes. Like a mirror reflecting my soul, I saw myself in your eyes, and for a minute I wondered, what visions of me that they could show you. The flutter of your lashes when you're shy and how your eyes light up when you smile. Slowly they close when I lean in for a kiss, and dreamily they re-open and I see myself through your eyes. I am humbled, I am blessed, and I want for your eyes to always have that look of love when it's sight is set upon me. Photo credit: Google images When I lose, they share my pain, and when I win, they glitter with excitement. When I look into your eyes, I see my future and my dreams become reality. Your eyes, they tell me everything. when you're hurt, excited, tired, horny, happy, contented. I am a changed man, because I want your eyes to always be proud and happy to behold my sight. Like a mirror r...

Photo credit: Google images "Books ain't cool no more." Said Johnny " I'd rather be a rapper like my uncle" he continued... Struck by the reality of the growing generation where books become the enemy, one wonders how much of the reading culture can be sustained in the coming generations. With music gradually taking over the world with diverse cultures such as hiphop, afrobeat, rhythm and blues amongst others, it has become noticeable the number of youths presently engaged in the making of music. With more youths trying desperately to gain wealth and fame through music, and disregarding books and the reading culture for the pursuance of the former. Photo credit: Google images It is unfair to say that music is the primary cause of this depreciation in the interest of youths for reading their books and gaining an education, as music can also be utilised as a tool for reading. But in recent times, the promotion of gun violence, pornography, a...