Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Isabellas character, the "Superstar" wonders who the real her is
Here's a video used as a back drop to my song Reflections originally sang by Christina Aguilera. I sang it for Believe the Pop Musical as the reluctant but popular Faith the " superstar" enjoy this little piece of Drama!
Sicnerely,
Iz
Monday, September 21, 2009
ISABELLA SINGS at CS
Isabella is currently bar hopping and visiting churches singing songs from her album iDENTitY: ISABELLA!
She will be at Merk's at Greenbelt 3rd floor this Wed at around 9:45pm and then at CCF across from Mega Mall at the ST. FRANCIS BLDG at the 5th floor at 4pm during JZONE!!!!
Catch her this week or on OCT 6 at 8pm at MUSIC MUSEUM for BELIEVE THE POP MUSICAL!!!
See you soon!
Sincerely,
TEAM IZ!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
CHAPTER ONE: DELVING
This story like many for twenty somethings that talk about the past begins in school. High school..
Why I Started This Blog
It’s like a rustling of leaves in wind.
Like the galloping hoofs of bulls ready to charge
Better yet a motor revving up it’s engine
Tonight, this was my emotion.
Tonight this was like the seducing lure to wake up and write.
Ideas falling from the heavens,
all the stillness I could muster,
lifted up to my mind and yet my heart felt more,
And faster,
As an energy soared.
This is me,
Describing the roar.
Some times it’s to stay awake when I should be asleep,
Sometimes it’s to fight when I should remain meek,
But it is what it is,
A lion at my front door.
But I am unshaken,
For I am not alone,
The Master hunter is a heart beat from me
He is my Protector,
My souls strength
My Stillness
My Miracle
The Lover that will not abandon
I could go on.
But suddenly,
It’s still.
As if mentioning Him drove the cat away
What is at the edge of my bed
A shadow of what will soon be dead
My enemy not my friend
And at my heart beat’s beckon
I have a Silent Vindicator
Against the one oppressor
So this is the start,
This is how it is,
A war that can be won,
For all is safe with His, only Son.
Enveloped in symbols,
I shall set you free,
I talk of the man who died upon a tree
Whose blood I wear proud like a velvet robe
For I am protected by Him who
Reaped what He sowed
In me a seed of truth
Watered by love and the prayers of my youth
This is the beginning, the un-popped kernels
This is the beginning of the bipolar journals