Drumbeats on my mind.
Pulling the strings
Of my heart.
Blowing through the holes
Of my soul.
Strumming.
Drumming.
Playing the keys
Of my life.
Yet the notes seem
Discordant
If I haven't
Looked at the
Book.
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The title's sorta self explanatory, ain't it? This is the place where the things I dream are sent to cyberspace for all to examine, dissect, and return with comments.
12 comments:
forget the book of notes, let your heart sing as it desires
Shiro Lashem SHir Chodosh!!!
Nuch... she's talking about the other Book, methinks.
Very nice, Dreamer.
Cool poem.
Nice! You will find the strength you need to get through it all!
nuch - my hearts singin.
but read the poem again.
:)
Basmelech - you got it!
Thanks.
swfm - cool?!? Thanks.
LV - Amen!
Don't worry cool is a good thing in my eyes.
Mine too. Don't think I'll ever be cool, but I think Dreamer is...
swfm - didn't think it was a bad thing. glad you thought it was cool.
:)
basmelech - uuuuuuummmmm... since when am i "cool"? :P
Youre such a teeeeease...
writing about music during sefira. I'm going out of my mind already..and cant write decently without music.
Great analogy though
David - I like teasing.
:P
I actually need peace and quiet while writing. If I'm listening to music, I can only hear the words of the song and not my mind.
Thanks.
Thats why I lsten to songs in Italian..
:-)
The music's still there.
Even in Italian.
:P
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