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1. dean moriarty came to me in a dream and took from my
Quiet like a Wall Silent like a Stone Dream like a Girl Act like a Lady Dance like a Sin Fuck like a Nun Live like a Fun Die like a Sun Don’t walk, Run!
Torn pages of unfinished verse. They can’t know she’s vulnerable. Thrown in the trash to join the other lost travelers. Never reaching their potential, aborted in the womb.
We will never be beat. Keeping our lives upbeat. My body may be physically exhasted but we will continue as long as my heart does beat. Insecrurities will never hide,
Music is the key to the soul Our twisted hearts bound by these shackles Take this key and remove your chains
My body is no longer tied down to this rugged earth by limbs too weighed down by darkness. I'm floating. unfeeling, nothing but air. The usual chaos has stopped its storm
Whenever I feel depressed, you may have guessed, I listen to music. The beat lifts my spirit whenever my ears are near it, and the lyrics I connect with, though that could be a myth.
I've been left wordless, As my mind is tangled witth the problem. The letters float around, But no words come out. So my ipod I plug in, And my heart will live on,
One death for the nobody's pride One death for the times we were sadOne death gotta stay alive.. .I will surviveOne death for the city streets One death for the hip hop beats One death oh I do believe
From the first beat she fell in love the lyrics filled a part of her empty heart and lit up her world like the 4th of July She never felt this feeling before
What I Can't Live Without
Match the beat With your heart Let in the rhythm And never part Just let yourself Be swallowed whole Make the music Part of your soul
Rhythm; A regulated beat or pattern of sound. But that is not how I roll, that is not who I am. I am wild, irregular even, and nobody can stop that. My beat drowns out everyone elses,
In the begining,
You better believe you gotta misread all the signs, they ain't faithful All the ladies, they ain't careful you gotta have time to get a dime this world, this life, all the strife Dams blowin up,
You are the music of my heart, Each beat mistaken for a murmur, By every tone-deaf stethoscope, But I hear the melody. Your tuning harmonizes with mine, Making the very scales jealous,
A beat A rhythm A hook A chorus
Its about that time, Where all loose strings meet their demise. As I watch things in my mind; I separate the truth from the lies. Sitting here trying to find someone to to rhyme,
Sensory recall one: Chilled, I hear a whistled crescendo approaching from behind Curious melody in tune with the way the light shines through the trees over there under the first snowflakes of the year
Funny how we used to be so in loveand the sky's the limit was a frequent term...usedthen abused! My hair ripped from the rootBeaten for just an opinion... bitten for just a word spoken
With a Godly breathe he inhales the heavy, yet hollow whispers of the night siphoning the miniscule remnants of assurance loosely woven, each with its own cynical thread
I’ve found there are questions and then there are questions.
Who would of thought? that with composition, lines and verses Y’all cast these disperses to pay off my courses Disperse em, then convert all disbursements investing, buying, spending them all in the moment..
There's just somethin Bout the beat of a drum, An acoustic guitar, The way a man strums That touches my heart And moves my feet, Always making me Feel the beat The cowboy boots
The world has shut me out. Told to never speak truths again. My mind holds back my hearts true nature and shoves it in a corner of doubt. My poor heart slowly becomes passive like a wild lion whipped into submission.
Just another quiet night A song left on repeat Singing softly to myself Happily and completely off beat.