Sunday, July 26, 2020

Alzheimer-proof


Musix 
in my ear,
in my dome,
in my soul,
in my bones,
on my 2phones. 

In hurricane winds,
with a tornado inbound,
whilst traveling abroad,
or in your home-town.
In stormy or fair weather,
it matters not a bit,
that shit has the power
to put you in a fit. 

Sublime or chaotic,
what you get is past legit.
The truth,
transcending all
language 
and culture.
Hitting the virgin
the same as the adulterer.

Whether 
working out,
or sitting still.
Sad
or in the zone.
Sober
or stoned,
youngster 
or grown,
the music speaks
truth.

When with friends,
family, strangers,
or most especially 
when all alone...
For here 
or to-go...

Drums
beating,
fast-like 
heart-
chords pulling,
beating
faster.
Repeating.

Repeating.
Never competing
but never
completing.
Sense of impending.
Anticipatory
&angelic-ishhhhhhhh,

Kind 
of like stings
more
like trumpets 
heralding.
Beautiful disaster.

Be it lulling,
auf wiedersehen-ick
dub-step, 
or ending with a gong,

slo-mo...
or a siren's song.
Negativity-deaf
feeding,
not defeating
eating.

We hear and adhere.
Get into it and we go. 
Again and again, 
over rainbows 
and under seas.
It gets inside 
like a disease.

Use we our ears 
to be shown
with pleasure 
without saying please.

Indeed 
music 
moves us,
as if we 
have been 
hardwired.

it would seem.
Born suggestion prone
to do what it deems.

Dance is medicine.
Singing can be too.

It took me 
far
too 
long
to
realize
these are 
the real eyes.

The connections
between 
the soundtrack 
of 
my life
and 
my actions.

How it has 
always 
been
the deciding,
that nudge.
The code that cracks.
when my heart 
feels lack.

That thing.

Known not,

no-named.

In fact
or in fiction
intuition 
submission.
Can't not.
Just.
Listen....

Life itself,
lacking music,
becomes a chore
a bore, but
add a radio 
into the mix
it ignites your 
insides.

Ask for 
an encore,
excites  'em
up sum,
if only
fer a bit. 
The good ones bite.
They grab. 
Stab and slap

It links
my memories
to the seasons 
of my life.

Its the songs
you dance to
when you wed 
her
for love of life
makes you
remember that
night,
she in white.
.
First memory shit,
like mom is over crib.
Immortal 
they are timeless,
bring us joy
like when
we was kids-ing. 

Ourselves 
the ways we
were 
and all
ways
is.
Are.
and will be.

reminding us we are alive 
its the jam you needed to hear
when the piles of shit are up to your nostrils
its the rainbow 

when courting 
its the thing you initially
connect and build upon
the right advice 
you need like that 
Canadian chick's iconic ironic

songs to sing along to
to fall asleep to 
to fuck to 
to buck up to
and say fuck it 
up too late to too



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