The Music

by RiP

The music plays
Rattles my ear
I can feel the rays of sunshine at night
Coming from the speakers
Speaking the music
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With violins dating percussion
As opposites attract
The facts of the moment become clear
For I am black
Yet the music plays

It condescends
I can feel the tribal paint
Of my ancestors oozing from my pores
As the rhythmic chant
Emitted by record stores of sound
Intoxicate me
Over the legal limit of my spiritual ceiling
As I climb down the ladder with my bail bondsman
Realizing yet in still
The music plays

It stays with me to the point
That being restrained to 24 hours in a day Sours me
I need more time
For it loves me
Why would it beckon me so?
With those rings of enlightenment
Embraced with deep sonorous booms of intuitiveness
The outlet to my stress
Is what it has become
For whenever I digress
Into a state of bliss or destitute
I find my serenity
Floating on those hypnotic tones or life

It plays.

As it plays..

As the music plays…

The Music by RiP

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