Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao (with Lyrics) – Saturday Song

Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao

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As I wrote my daily Haibun Monday, I began thinking of songs about Monday Blues. Searching around a bit I found an artist I never heard of before, with a really good song about struggling with the blues, and hope of overcoming it. So here’s tonight’s Saturday Song: Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao. It felt really very relatable. I couldn’t find the lyrics online, so in the end I decided to transcribe them myself since I feel they deliver an important message of hope and friendship.

“Monday Blues is a personal piece that comes from a place of empathy and compassion. It was written during a time when someone very close to me was unearthing deep-seated psychic pain in a healing process from their past. The verses are imbued with struggle and heaviness, while the chorus inspires hope, and faith in the ability move beyond our hurts together. Everyone has challenges in life, and we are never alone in our feelings. There is no wound too deep to be made whole, and I hope this song reminds people of that.’ 

– Eric Sharp – Acid Stag article

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Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao – Lyrics

Monday blues trying to get you down
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about
Everybody gonna let you down
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about
You say that you don’t need love
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about
I was over to you had enough
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about

We’re gonna find our way out of the hole we dug
Make back what we lost
Times when we gave up
We never compromise until we’re satisfied
Through this troubled times I’ll be by your side

Wide awake in the dead of night
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about
Fear chasing me through my mind
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about
Hurry up it’s  gonna be to late
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about
It not enough just to be okey
Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about

Let’s not talk about, ever wanna talk about

We’re gonna find our way out of the hole we dug
Make back what we lost
Times when we gave up
We never compromise until we’re satisfied
Through this troubled times I’ll be by your side

We’re gonna

We’re gonna find our way out of the hole we dug
Make back what we lost
Times when we gave up
We never compromise until we’re satisfied
Through this troubled times I’ll be by your side

We’re gonna find our way out of the hole we dug
Make back what we lost
Times when we gave up
We never compromise until we’re satisfied
Through this troubled times I’ll be by your side

Lyrics to Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao (Transcribed by RedCat from the extended mix, any errors are mine.)

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Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao

Eric Sharp – Monday Blues feat Zhao

Daily Haibun, August 13th – Inner calm

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Yesterday’s stargazing was well worth it. Even if it meant sacrificing a bit of sleep. I saw several meteors streak across the sky.

Can’t remember the last time I sat bundled in a warm blanket doing nothing but listen to night sounds and watch the starry sky. Today I felt an inner calm reminiscent of what you get from meditation. I’ve also felt energised. Like the stargazing replenished something I didn’t even know was missing.

An August night spent

Stargazing instead of sleep

Soul well replenish

© RedCat

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Daily Haibun, August 4th – Whisper and Echoes

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My mind is full of whispers and echoes. One inner saboteur saying an unkind nearly true thing. The rest of the choir chiming in with their own versions. Until it’s a cacophony swirling around.

It’s been like this as long as I can remember. I both long for and dread achievements. For they start such storms inside. Such deep self-doubt and loathing. I never learned to feel a sense of accomplishment. I never got told anything was good enough. I was always found lacking.

I’ve done my darnedest best to ignore this for most of my life. But that have made it louder not made it go away. I’ve met with derision when I tried to talk about it. Who doesn’t take pride in achievements?

Going forward I know, my mind and feelings are the biggest hurdles to overcome. The most likely thing to trip me up is ME.

But I’m done being ashamed of having learnt to be ashamed of everything about myself. And those that can’t handle that is no friends of mine.

A storm is brewing

Dark clouds roiling and rumbling

Waiting for a spark

© RedCat

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August Approaches – A Puente Poem

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As August approaches,

in a golden sweltering haze

Impostor-syndrom encroaches,

trapping in this self-loathing maze

I’ve lived here for ages,

familiar with its confounding ways

Seen my dreams turn to ashes,

evaporate as hopelessness blaze

~ I’ve made new choices,

now can I the changes face ~

As August approaches,

in golden sweltering haze

Thoughts of breaking free encroaches,

I have to burn this thorny self-doubt gorse maze

Learn and evolve as I ages,

find new self-caring and nurturing ways

I will rise from the ashes,

remade by this creative blaze

©RedCat

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Flowers Hermitage in Winter from Wikimedia Commons

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I should be asleep, but can’t because all thoughts swirling. Realized after reading others poetry, that writing the turmoil out probably where a better way than watching tv.

So sat by candlelight, watching the moon and poured it on paper.

Written for First Line Friday over at Mindlovemisery Menagerie.

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Stechginster Blaetter from Wikimedia Commons

Daily Haibun, June 9th – Spinning In Circles

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My mind is running itself ragged in circles of surprised joy and deep self doubt.
I made it! Can I? What if I fail? I got accepted! Should I? What if I don’t succeed? Over, and over, and over again.
Until it’s hard to know which way is which. Until it’s damn near impossible to make a choice.
Until I just want to flee until the opportunity is lost and forgotten.

A trapped animal
Running in endless circles
Finding no way out

©RedCat

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Read other Haibun’s written for the monthly dVerse prompt by me here.

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On the Cusp of a Dream Achieved (2020 Re-post)

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Re-post comment:

This Pantoum sums up the way I’ve been feeling for a couple of weeks now. Again achieving things I long for and dream about sends me into a tailspin of deep self doubt, shame and anxiety. So I thought it fitting to make this the archive find for this week.

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On the cusp of a dream achieved
Truth of inner worth freed
Bone deep self doubt revealed
Planted with every unmet need

Truth of inner worth freed
A girl bred to never succeed
Planted with every unmet need
She never learnt how to receive

A girl bred to never succeed
A light shone where kind self-love breeds
She never learnt how to receive
Sorrow joy supersede

A light shone where kind self-love breeds
Bone deep self doubt revealed
Sorrow joy supersede
On the cusp of a dream achieved

© REDCAT

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I refuse to let my current depressive slide stop my writing. So today I sat down to see if I could write a poem about my truth, my life, and the added stress that accounts for the current mood.

I long known I self-sabotage and have trouble receiving positive praise, but I didn’t know it ran this deep. I thought sending the submissions out where the struggle. The last weeks have shown me, that success and actually achieving a lifelong dream, with grace and real joy, is the real struggle and it’s only just begun.

This is one of my favorite linked forms, a pantoum.

My process for writing a pantoum goes something like this…

The pattern is ABCD, BEDF, EGFH, GCHA. Since line A and C becomes both the start and end I usually write the first and last stanza, then the middle ones.

Also shared to dVerse’s Open Link Night.

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Another Piece of the Puzzle – A Puente Poem

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Always felt other and wrong
Never truly felt like I belong
Never felt unencumbered and free
Allowed to just be me
Perpetual cycles of pain and abuse
Always guessing which persona mask to use
Living with nagging doubt, maybe I’m just insane

~Can a diagnosis everything explain~

Help me to equilibrium gain
Teach me what I need to know
To at functioning life have a go
Give me hope of fitting in
Break my minds eternal tailspin
Show me how to reach good mental health
Allow me to fully use my minds idea wealth

©RedCat

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Sitting here wondering if I really dare to post this. Afraid to expose myself. Afraid to overshare. Afraid to be rejected once more. At the same time feeling like I need to share how much upheaval there is right now. And why. 

I’ve had bouts of depression on and off through life. And I’ve been told to view them and every other issue as stemming from the abuse I’ve gone through. That my struggles depend on that only and if I can somehow overcome them I will be as everyone else. 

Cue a new psychologist.

Who started to ask questions I’ve never got before. Who administered not just the really short screening tests (that apparently typically don’t catch female sufferers) but longer fuller tests that screen for Adhd/Add and Autism spectrum disorder. The last months have been test upon test. There are a few left but the first of the two is by now a given, the second one in some kind of high functioning way very probable.

I don’t know how to feel about either. And I don’t know if it will really help in any practical way.

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I’m still me, as I’ve always been. 

Will this alter others’ perspective of me?

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Written in the Puente form for tonight’s Poetics: Build a Bridge at dVerse. 

Rhyme scheme: aabbccd d deeffgg

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Restless Body and Mind

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Restless body and mind
Failing to restfulness find
Forever this anxious merry-go-round
Will peace and quiet ever be found

©RedCat

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A short little piece to end the week. To express how it feels to live with a mind always going on maximum speed. That thinks on and evaluates everything from every possible, unlikely and down right impossible angle. That doesn’t slow down even when both body and mind are exhausted. It just gets more far fetched and scattered. 

Sometimes meditating works, often it doesn’t. Instead just cropping up new things to throw in the mix. Far from all thoughts are anxious, but when it spins that fast sooner or later stress and anxiety creeps in. 

Inspired by this week’s weekend writing prompt from Sammi Cox.

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