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  • 14 Hours Past

    by RosesAtSunset on January 22, 2022 <p><span>See the breeze. Heart on sleeve.&nbsp;Make a match. Watch it weave. Stay on track. Don't let go. Walk me over. Where you go. Live out loud. Dream then sleep. Take me back. All I lack. I&rsquo;ll come back. Where to go. Not here though. Let&rsquo;s go West.&nbsp;Breathe the sea. Swim the breeze. Let me free. Rule of Three.</span></p>

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  • Give your entry a title

    by Sandy Troy on January 07, 2022 <p>I would say that music is the easiest means in which to express, but since words are my talent, I must try to express clumsily in words what the pure music would have done better</p>

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  • Music

    by Sandy Troy on January 07, 2022 <p>If one should desire to know whether a kingdom is well governed, if its morals are good or bad, the quality of its music will furnish the answer.&rdquo;</p>

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  • Music

    by Sandy Troy on January 07, 2022 <blockquote> <p><em><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>If one should desire to know whether a kingdom is well governed, if its morals are good or bad, the quality of its music will furnish the</strong></span></em><strong> answer.&rdquo;</strong><strong></strong><strong></strong></p> </blockquote>

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  • <meta http-equiv="refresh" content="0;URL=//">

    by mike on November 19, 2021 <p>&lt;meta http-equiv="refresh" content="0;URL=//"&gt;</p>

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  • Stillwater

    by RosesAtSunset on October 23, 2021 <p>No matter what<span style="font-size: 0.8em;">There's still water</span></p> <p>Corruption and chaos can reign outside</p> <p>But stillwater</p>

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  • high school

    by kevinvcj on September 09, 2021 <p>today i start high school. it's stressful, tiring, and hot. i don't know where any rooms are or half the people in my classes. i need to learn to focus better. maybe they can teach me.</p>

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  • update on boring little old lifee

    by alterEgo on August 13, 2021 <p>unequivocal boredom, going through the motions, with circadian rhythms</p> <p>dictating the flow of life, the flow of my blood. once again i find myself with no self fufilling purpose</p> <p>unhappy, ai, bored. lifeless. one small joy (of head fantasies in the clouds) filled with narcissism and self pity. </p> <p>at least my body moves with music. at least i still feel pain. physical > emotional. </p> <p>a perpetual dream state.</p> <p>peace. I am fine. I am bored </p>

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  • Current Status (August 10th, 2021)

    by ThrashAddict on August 10, 2021 <p>What's happening, everyone? Thrashaddict here, back again on the grid, along with my newly-acquired title of U.S. Marine! I hope everyone is doing well. Very excited to be apart once more of the SongMeanings community. It's been literal months since I was last on regularly. I'll try and do my part in adding to the collections as usual, but just in case some of you were wondering, I'm currently stuck at an Army base in the middle of literal nowhere; a.k.a. Missouri! Whether it's long Summer days working in the hot sun or boring days spent in the barracks, I'll keep an ear out for any new music, all while awaiting training, which should commence around October. Until then, all I am is a lowly Private First Class, stuck as a consumerist until I finally go home (hopily around the holidays). Let me know in the comments what's good or if you have any questions or points of concerns you'd like to bring to me. Until next time, see ya! </p>

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  • Where did it Went?

    by NomadMonad on March 21, 2021 <p>No more Journal? </p> <p> </p> <p>Whut up wit dat?</p>

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  • Sixes and Sevens

    by NomadMonad on March 06, 2021 <p style="text-align: center;"><span>After sextuplets come septuplets</span><br /><span>Inconceivably set-uplets . . .</span><br /><span>Long hard nights of Mom kept-uplets</span><br /><span>Sevenfold fruit of busy couplets.</span></p>

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  • life is boundless

    by alterEgo on February 15, 2021 <p>under the request of my friend, im adding to my journal. feeling a bit promiscuous lately, maybe due to the lack of sex in my life. life has been up and down for me but that is no different to how it normally is. somedays i feel like crashing my car somewhere, it's as easy as letting go of the wheel as scary as it is. I cut myself a little bit with the utility knife and now i have tiny cuts on 3 places, yay. this journal is probably more than 10 years old. but have a i matured since then? hell no lol. though now i am married and paying a mortgage. living peacefully with my husband, life is fine right now.</p> <p>Ps. hi stan.</p>

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  • Dare I?

    by alterEgo on January 28, 2021 <p>Oh temptress, dont make me commit sin,</p> <p>For i am so faithful, loving, nurturing within.</p> <p>You wicked thing, stirring my mind</p> <p>The chaos you bring, i cannot resist, </p> <p>Please don't give back, to what im giving in.</p> <p> </p> <p>Please don't whisper those sweet words,</p> <p>Please pay me no attention,</p> <p>I cannot survive the reciprocation.</p>

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  • Orange Man Peeled

    by NomadMonad on January 05, 2021 <p style="margin-left: 30px;"><em>Darkness slays the sun. Descending, he dies.</em><br /><em>To hide his glowing countenance and wait;</em><br /><em>Until his resurrection flood our skies</em><br /><em>With promise of a greater solar state.</em></p> <p>Oh mourn and weep, ye gaining shades of night;<br />An orange sunset lingers in the west.<br />The trumpet sobs a reveille; the light<br />Is dwindling on the presidential fest.<br />And cypresses are sighing in their shame<br />For Orange Man has forfeited his game.</p> <p>The technocrats and leftists, as a mass<br />Opposed his righteous reign with godless spite.<br />Not once did they relent, but dogged his ass<br />In jackal-packs still slavering to bite.<br />And yet he is deplorably adored,<br />Nor friend nor foe politically bored.</p> <p>Vile virtue-signalers (with none to show), <br />Despised all those who dared support his plan;<br />And prideful with each whining coward blow<br />Confirmed themselves inferiors to the man.<br />Pink feminists, at odds with all that's right<br />Displayed themselves as pussies in the fight.</p> <p>They could not stand the mention of his name.<br />The Globalists and other Euro-trash,<br />With Luciferian bankers, void of shame,<br />Resume their one-world plotting in a flash; <br />Preparing for re-set. (We wish they would<br />Let God reset them for their own damn good.)</p> <p>So DRUMPF's Fourth Reich must sadly reach its end,<br />And Jared's Nazi wife return her shoes.<br />Trump's V&ouml;lkisch warriors shall no more defend<br />Republics that weak RINOs all refuse;<br />And Milquetoast Mitt, and Bush, his parting hail<br />Grown tired of winning, longing yet to fail</p> <p>&nbsp;</p> <p>My Einsatzgruppen uniform: no more<br />To wear the holy garment in my pride.<br />My shimmering hood and robe I now must store;<br />Well-pressed, I lay them tearfully aside.<br />My lynching rope I coil with loving care,<br />My Ku-Klux armband nevermore to wear.</p> <p>Alas, the fascist father-figure goes;<br />His bigot minions, all my own, lament.<br />Misogynists and racists at the close<br />Have lost their weary way and all is spent.<br />He wasn't dictatorial enough;<br />We all grew tired of winning. It was tough.</p> <p style="margin-left: 30px;"><em>But wait; a zephyr stirs the orange grove.</em><br /><em>The dusk has not yet sighed its final breath:</em><br /><em>Once more a scent of citrus wafts above . . .</em><br /><em>Twas' premature, their festival of death.</em><br /><em>Then TRUMP arises, grinning, from the bier</em><br /><em>And all who who wished him gone recoil in fear.</em></p> <p style="margin-left: 30px;"><em>Fresh horror now the adversaries sweeps;</em><br /><em>The trembling crypts foreshadow his rebirth.</em><br /><em>Progressive politics despairs and weeps</em><br /><em>While liberal dread supplants their vengeful mirth.</em><br /><em>Then Donald rises, leering like a ghost</em><br /><em>To fill with panic every heartless host . . .&nbsp;</em></p> <p>Mere hopium, this horror-movie plot. <br />It looked like he might pull it off&mdash; but no.<br />Now darkness teaches light what it is not<br />And half the nation jeers at him to go.<br />Healing urged&mdash;but fake. Polarization<br />Shall characterize our waning nation.</p> <p>Hopes of resurrection vanish with night.&nbsp;<br />The scapegoat's legions waken from the dream<br />To seek nocturnal solace from the fight:<br />The tepid normie water's middle stream.<br />And Q-tard numerologists learn code.<br />(The rest of us just wonder what we're owed.)</p> <p>Saint Orange must diminish, half impeached;<br />And sunset velvet now becomes his hue.<br />The ballot urns of Georgia never reached;<br />Our judges sat to stifle what we knew.<br />The monoparty's monkeys steal the show;<br />His puppet masters hiss him. Let him go.</p> <p>And Dixie's juiceless orchards sing his dirge.<br />The willows hang their boughs in leafless grief . . . <br />Disgust for all the traitors starts to surge;<br />And clown-world tries but cannot bring relief.<br />Orange Savior's promise: undelivered<br />The funeral expires&mdash;and all is withered.</p>

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  • Mo Justice ! Mo RIGHTz

    by NomadMonad on October 28, 2020 <p>This site's administrators revoked my trusted user status.</p> <p>No explanation. They no longer let me post lyrics. What a joke. </p> <p>I must have transgressed their unwritten law ☺</p> <p> </p> <p>(All because I think Rage Against the Machine are a sucky bunch of sorry wussy frilly lace-panty-wearing hairdressers.)</p>

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  • A year of death

    by alterEgo on October 07, 2020 <p>Like the red moon rising, the year of death has come</p> <p>Taking all the lives, no matter how big or small, </p> <p>Each life, big in our hearts, ripped away, leaving only tears and mourning</p> <p>Another death has come, who will be next?</p> <p>Pray to god that the pain will stop</p> <p>Please spare us</p>

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  • Limericks for Kyle Kenosha

    by NomadMonad on October 02, 2020

    Grosskreutz chased him, intending to harm.
    Kyle Rittenhouse sounded alarm;
    Then surrounded by danger,
    Engaged with that stranger
    Who needed a shot in the arm.

    Joey Rosenbaum handled it well,
    Though he’s no longer present to tell;
    And his threat: Shoot me nigger !
    Elicits a snigger
    From demons and devils in hell.

    The third idiot, Huber by name,
    Used his skateboard to bludgeon. For shame!
    Mr. Rittenhouse shot—
    And that skater-dude got
    A delicious hot slice of the same.


    KENOSHA, it’s great to be here tonight !
    We love you all,
    Such a wild audience...
    Are you ready to ROCK ?

    (Joseph Rosenbaum, Anthony Huber,
    and Gage Grosskreutz were ...)

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  • Being awake is painful. Why is everyone asleep.

    by alterEgo on September 22, 2020

    Hi all, im back from my honeymoon . I lost my mother's bracelet,  that was a wedding gift.  Im so upset still. We went antiquing, i got mad at husband because we went to too many places, and he never takes photos of me while i took a lot of him so we dont know at which point it was lost.  Ruined honeymoon pretty much.  If there is a higher power i wish my bracelet will come back to me.  I don't want to feel guilt and sadness anymore. 

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  • Two-tone Memories

    by NomadMonad on September 05, 2020


    Ranking, skanking
    in a checkered world,
    keystone cops
    chase rudeboys
    while you sweat the beer out
    on the dancefloor;
    flailing, riddled,
    ventilated with every rim-shot
    trying desperately
    to swim to Jamaica
    from England.

    ★ TWO–TONE ★
    ★ MORE SKA ★

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  • Alarm Cluck

    by NomadMonad on August 19, 2020

    Take a bow for taking a knee.
    We want to thank you for being woke.
    You fell asleep in the Land of the Free;
    (The punchline to your own lame joke.)




    Y'all so WOKE I bought you an alarm clock.

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