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Root Position Life

I am meg. I am a student a musician a something, hopefully going to be- musicologist. I generally want to make this a music blog. About my well musical being, if there is such a thing. 

Friday, September 30, 2005

3:20 AM - Random Poetry

Sometimes I write poems. Tonight happened to be one of those lucky nights where words flowed like wine... Maybe Ill also include some past poems.

If you could see my face when i heard the chords clashing
the sound was more beautiful than a red summer sky
and a disregard for everything important in life
if only there was a message written in those clouds
as i looked into the cacophony
you would see a slight hint of madness
dribbling out of the corner of of my lips
but would you press yourself to join in the adventure
of dying to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.
Random Poem 9-30-05

These are from a while ago, but deserve to be Blogged!

So this is the story of a kid with a dream.
Nothing can ever be what it seems.
I look too far and too close in between
To assume something
and its not what it means
is it right or is it wrong
should i worry and fret?
but i always end up back where i started
with one foot ahead
and one stuck to the past.
Random Poem 3-8-05

It taunts me
rips me into shreds
ripped remnants of days so full
expressive and loud
to my eyes that see
I Ignore A d i s p l a y
of a heavenly expression above
Stare out at a lavender gloaming
with hills and a red shining tower
which points like a finger to the
next act.
A sliver of a lunar body
crescendos into my path
wait, hold,
A Disappearing ACT
Random Poem 9-04

Oh the madness of life... So much to do and never enough time...
Now, for more homework.


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