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“Welcome to the inner-workings of my mind.” @msmrsounds

Okay… officially mesmerized now. SO. MANY. REFERENCES… *thud
Dr. Maya Angelou, (Marguerite Ann Johnson) Born April 4, 1928


~ A Brave And Startling Truth ~
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.Love costs all we are and will ever be.Yet it is only love which sets us free.A Brave and Startling Truth.It is possible and imperative that we discoverA brave and startling truth.When we come to itWe, this people, on this wayward, floating bodyCreated on this earth, of this earthHave the power to fashion for this earthA climate where every man and every womanCan live freely without sanctimonious pietyAnd without crippling fearWhen we come to itWe must confess that we are the possibleWe are the miraculous, the true wonders of this worldThat is when, and only whenWe come to it. 
~o✣o✣o✣o✣o✣o~
Maya Angelou’s poetry is best experienced in her own voice. Set that to music and you get the sublime experience that is Buckshot LeFonque’s (led by Branford Marsalis) “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”

Dr. Maya Angelou, (Marguerite Ann Johnson) Born April 4, 1928

~ A Brave And Startling Truth ~

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

If we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls.

Love costs all we are and will ever be.
Yet it is only love which sets us free.
A Brave and Startling Truth.

It is possible and imperative that we discover
A brave and startling truth.

When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
And without crippling fear

When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonders of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.

~o✣o✣o✣o✣o✣o~

Maya Angelou’s poetry is best experienced in her own voice. Set that to music and you get the sublime experience that is Buckshot LeFonque’s (led by Branford Marsalis) “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings.”


"Little Talks" - Of Monsters And Men, Into the Woods

I don’t like walking around this old and empty house
So hold my hand I’ll walk with you my dear
The stairs creak as you sleep it’s keeping me awake
It’s the house telling you to close your eyes

And some days I can’t even dress myself
It’s killing me to see you this way
‘Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

There’s an old voice in my head that’s holding me back
Well tell her that I miss our little talks
Soon it will be over and buried with our past
We used to play outside when we were young and full of life and full of love

Some days I don’t know if I am wrong or right
Your mind is playing tricks on you my dear
‘Cause though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

You’re gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear 
All that’s left is a ghost of you
Now we’re torn, torn, torn apart there’s nothing we can do
Just let me go we’ll meet again soon
No wait! Wait! Wait for me!
Please hang around, I’ll see you when I fall asleep

Don’t listen to a word I say
The screams all sound the same
Though the truth may vary this ship will carry our bodies safe to shore

Official Site: Of Monsters And Men

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"I Am Not A Robot" - Marina & The Diamonds

You’ve been acting awful tough lately
Smoking a lot of cigarettes lately
But inside, you’re just a little baby, Oh
It’s okay to say you’ve got a weak spot
You don’t always have to be on top
Better to be hated than love, love, loved for what you’re not

You’re vulnerable, you’re vulnerable
You are not a robot
You’re loveable, so loveable
But you’re just troubled