Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Maria Taylor *Song Beneath The Song*

Cryptic words meander
Now there is a song beneath the song
One day you'll learn 
You'll soon discern its true meaning

An interesting detachment
A listless poem of love sincere
Desire, despair
Overlapping melodies

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song

Oh now the roots are reminiscing
Recurring dreams of minor chords
Metred time
Muted chimes find the beat

And in the pulse there lies conviction
A steady push and pull routine
The cymbals swell
High notes flail into reach

And it's not a love, it's not a love
It's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song
It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song


 -*Song Beneath The Song* by Maria Taylor

people rant

so, sometimes people are not what you think they are...

they lie, they cheat.
they steal.
they sit on high moral horses even when they have no business doing that...
they hurt and they are mean.
they will do stuff to get ahead - ruthlessly.
they are without any scruples.

big deal! they are people - that's what they (mostly) do!

deal with it.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

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