say say say

 all this feeding back

black and blue lives

catching each other

by toe tags

me outside

how bout dat?

ekg lines

earthly flat

all under the sun

raisins and grapes 

con's and cop's

wrath

citizen kane

enabled 

unstable

stay in 

no  escape 

in cape

inable

land o'

censoring myself and its getting me upside-down 

eveyone wants to rule the world

have cake

zeros and twos 

vision getting blurry

like the camera showing the gun

the election already in question 

no winner 

we are done

the expiriment is over

no freedom 

in the speeches

entire terms 

trying to impeach this

has gotten so rotten

preachers speak less

no crowds 

no addresses

not sure anymore

bout states 

bout unions

looking to runes

hidden in ruins 

smoke signals

pyre plumes

sudden like doom

blue as lagoons

red and white

lunacy stay tuned

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mBMVy6tQQB8

AzUcar&SPIES(anythingBUTTnigh)-IS

surrounded by beautiful women and men with money to spend the music is loud and with the funds you'll make friends the office is circular more like an egg no sex in the champange room no matter how hard you're still bound to beg these women are sirens and they call out your pockets turning them inside-out better off at home cock-in-sock-it i really enjoy these people in here im working security bravado-ing fear we all wear masks but nothing covers our faces enter at your own risk but surely bring dollars with or else reverse the paces and bring ur broke ass back from whence you cause these girls dance for money if you have to ask you cant afford here you pay for milk and honey

KSureWould♒️

i exaggerate and fluctuate so take me as im imitationating a wave and ride me out player dont hate im b breezy abbrevriated versions of my self and ill leave you waiting and the next moment cling like branch from hanging forrest gump jenny i got styles and tears like crock pots dialed in nile smiles

for tune ate

christo pher walkin' it outta myself. 

im questin' i guess. sin

sigh i am out. so sick; of this; this dis-belief-in-self. shell-o' my former-self-shelfed-opposite-of-well. mentally unhealthy and seemingly never to be wealthy. sunken, elf, shrunken. 

need a boost. im refusing to be a reduction, im envoking a fire inside. catalyst. induction. cowbells hear i. no fear. reaper here i come so -ing  knowing. im on. im on. on. 

LeMeBe

chasing dreams
sleeping less
whales on the broadway
water so deep
shits creek

hippi vans
crystal metodical
casino royal
loyal
fan
seas of um...

directors lawyers
all in traffic
roadie follower
rage-a-holic
ensuing
laughter

wanders home
days spent wasted
to a lonely death
feeling
doomed
anxious

geeRowJorDan

cowardly id be lyin in the shade gettin paid fer the verses and beats but im stuck sucking dodging and ducking the daft darts fate imparts. pungee stix shit and farts poison tipped hit in the dick. sick makes me, this cuntifull sit. ewe eh? shun. does

Custom Kitchen Delivery

Finally a string of days with which to move forward from. Successive days that ended with hope; some semblance of optimism...

“...gosh it was/is so utterly unusual.”

He, she, they, we, would/do later/here recant to whoever/whomever was/is listening, or is pretending/will pretend to be, listening that is. And they will never know what it really is/was, only what it feels/felt like. And so it went. And so it goes. Where it stops one could/can only suppose. Time’s a little bitch like that.

Of those who did, most hardly any recognized it at all. The curve with it’s flattening. The happy in the happenings. And most wouldn’t accept it, not at first, certainly not without a litany of checks and rechecks to verify the validity of the trend. Suspicious of a trap.

Fear makes it like that, constant fortifications to do anything other than feel that feeling again, that panic, that fight or flight, the heart of the attack. Seriously. And so...

All were tragically, truly afraid. Terrified to get their hopes up. They were collectively post-traumatic.

But it was real. Time would tell.
Still nobody dared speak of it out-loud, (superstition you see.) And one could almost confuse it as progress.

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