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Transformation

End of first quarter senior year! Tomorrow’s senior camp!! More of my favorite songs from a musical — Jekyll & Hyde!!!

This is the Moment – Anthony Warlow

Warlow has the best Jekyll singing voice ever, in my opinion. Robert Cuccioli & Connor O’Brien were great as well. But David Hasselhoff…his voice wasn’t really meant for Broadway musicals.

Confrontation – Anthony Warlow (same person singing both parts!)

Dangerous Game – Robert Cuccioli & Linda Eder (both very brilliant!)

Facade (catchy tune!) – The Amazing Cast of the 1997 production of Jekyll & Hyde

A New Life – Linda Eder

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I just love discovering beautiful voices. YouTube’s always a great resource for that. : )

So, one midnight, as I was listening to Lea Salonga (who possesses one of the loveliest voices ever), I happened to come across two singers from the Philippines, Martin Nievera & Regine Velasquez.

Broadway Musical Medley – Martin Nievera & Regine Velasquez (2003 World Concert Tour)
– I Have a Love (West Side Story)
– Someone Like You (Jekyll & Hyde)
– Not While I’m Around (Sweeney Todd)
– If He Really Knew Me (They’re Playing Our Song)
– Take Me As I Am (Jekyll & Hyde)
– Somewhere (West Side Story)

Say That You Love Me – Martin Nievera

Now to some old favorites of mine…

Lea made such a great Eponine!

On My Own (Les Miserables) – Lea Salonga

Oh my gosh! I remember this next song from wayy back… : ) Sung by the original singing voices of Aladdin & Jasmine!

We Could Be In Love – Lea Salonga & Brad Kane

Hmm…why not put up a song from Aladdin as well?

A Whole New World – Lea Salonga & Brad Kane

One last song…

Over the Rainbow – Lea Salonga

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Keats Imitation

As an assignment for English, we have to write a poem emulating John Keats’ style.  At the moment, I am far from accomplishing all the technical details involved in imitation.  Keats was, of course, an admirable poet known for his unique imagery and often macabre writing.

But…it can’t hurt to post my draft. ^ ^ It’ll probably be heavily edited in the next few days, so I may repost later.

And iff (not a typo, I just feel mathy!) you’re observant, you’ll notice recycled phrases from some of my vignettes. : ) I couldn’t help it, they just fit in so nicely!  Without further ado…

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My hands hold tattered pages thickly bound
By faery stories. Fiendish witches cast a spell
Again in bubbling moonlit cauldrons stirring round,
To brew a curious poison for our star-eyed belle.

I fear no death, a handsome prince will charm
Endless generations of youth by setting free
Our princess, with her glittering trinkets. No harm
To her smile, wide as Hades, once upon an eternity.

In childish tales I live on and undream
My weariness and haunting rhapsodies of death,
I find diamond Lilies near whispering phantom stream,
Forever realms passed on by Baby’s Breath.

Link arms with giant, goblin, elf, and troll
That dash’d off page to frolic, tumble, bark in glee!
Around in merry fragrant circles we will go,
Eight months I hold my Queen of Light, Persephone.

But sweet princesses grow fickle with wealth,
And as a toddler flings food onto barren wall,
She decides I cannot share in her springtime health
Or her treasured everlasting lull.

So to the pages I am shunned disease
Yet their sweet starry eyes still twinkle, beckon, taunt,
Pale Persephone from my embrace Death does seize!
They laugh, and like poison Nightshades, haunt.

Reality has never seemed more real
As I kneel lost, ice at weeping Demeter’s feet.
Deadly pomegranate, life’s ruby seal,
I contemplate if you are less bitter or sweet.

Revised Version:

Reflections on a Storybook

My hands seize tattered pages thickly bound
By faery stories, where fiendish witches cast endless spell
In bubbling moonlit cauldrons stirring round,
To brew a curious poison for our star-eyed belle, ––
For whom I fear no end:
A handsome prince will charm
Generations of youth by setting free
Our princess, with her glittering trinkets. If thou could lend
Thy youth to ancient men as to her smile: No harm
To crimson lips, wide as Hades, and lasting as eternity.

In these childish tales, I live on and undream
My weariness and haunting rhapsodies of death;
To find diamond Lilies near whispering phantom stream,
Forever realms passed on by Baby’s Breath,
And light Dryads flitting through, ––
Linking arms with giant, goblin, elf, and troll
That dash’d off page to frolic, tumble, bark with me,
Where blinking blinds never batten down blue.
Around in merry fragrant circles we will go
Eight months, as I cling to my Queen of Light, Persephone.

But alas! Our sweet princess grows fickle with wealth,
And decides, as the youth who flings food onto barren wall,
That I cannot share in her springtime health
Or her treasured everlasting lull, ––
That keeps from fray,
The pages to which I am now shunned disease.
And yet, their sweet starry eyes still twinkle, beckon, taunt
The one that will bleed bitter decay:
Pale Persephone from my embrace Death does seize!
They laugh, and like poison Nightshades, haunt.

Everlasting story, thou were not penned
For ephemeral days: distant fading tale, a prince consort
Welcomes not mortal as vicarious friend,
Or knowst how to comfort
Constellations of bleak emotion.
Reality has never seemed more real
As I kneel, ice at weeping Demeter’s feet,
Baubo’s jesting drowned in pools of tears’ creation, ––
Watering deadly pomegranate, life’s ruby seal,
Contemplating if thou art less bitter or less sweet.

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