Rock Me

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Rock Me

She’s got her face on tonight,
Ruby red pucker
And a stiletto to pierce a man’s heart.
Drunk on love,
And taking dangerous curves
Like a regular James Dean.
Her wild lullaby
Could rock him all night long.
What a sweet way
To Die.

Music Moves Me

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Music Moves Me

Music moves me,
Lifts my soul up out of some
Hidden place,
And gives it command.

An austere composer,
Who intends to master me.
It brings me to my knees;
Raises me to sovereign heights.

My soul plays me
Like a perfectly tuned violin.
The euphonious rhythm
Of my heart beating from my chest.

My own true Self,
Comes out to dance, the Divine Dance.
I reach symphonic Bliss,
When the Music moves me.

(Music Moves Me…Reblogged)

 

Music Moves Me

John White Alexander, The Cellist, 1898
John White Alexander, The Cellist, 1898

Music Moves Me

Music moves me,

lifts my soul up out of some

hidden place,

And gives it command.

 

 An austere composer,

who intends to master me.

It brings me to my knees;

raises me to sovereign heights.

 

My soul plays me 

like a perfectly tuned violin.

The euphonious rhythm 

of my heart beating from my chest.

 

My own true Self,

comes out to dance, the Divine Dance.

I reach symphonic Bliss, 

when the Music moves me.