Music is....A Poem by Angelheaded HipsterA thinking piece
We are mortal, yes complete with pulses, feelings, thoughts, drives, motivations, inspirations, aspirations, dreams and so on.
We are not made up staff, No. We are living, breathing dreaming...
We each have our own style We each have our own drummer the music, ancient, profound new, there, back in the memory of the world, music is what moved us.
Music, tinkerings, strings... they tug, pull, extract memories of specific times places, kisses, sighs, tears, crashes...
Music is our soul. © 2010 Angelheaded HipsterFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on February 3, 2010 Last Updated on February 3, 2010 AuthorAngelheaded HipsterMy name is Amber....my friends call me.....Amber, GAAbout"God made my body and if it is dirty, then the imperfection lies with the Manufacturer, not the product. Do not remove this tag under the penalty of the law." ~ Lenny Bruce "I don't care to belong .. more..Writing
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