we will be beautiful

I used to be a talented sleeper. I recall a time when sleep was sacred. I miss those times, yet i can barely remember how beautiful it is to rest your head, and forget. But I've found a new way to wipe things off lately. Tunes. Beats. Sounds that accelerate my being. Once I set on a trance expedition, I'm a determined, and faithful part of it. The gift of music. I'm a big fan of talent. Name it, if you've got it, I bow to it. I stand with pressed lips to the music gods. I'm not saying its easy to please the eye, but lets not underestimate the ear. It's hard to exhilarate.

Who would watch a movie on mute? Whoever limited the use of the word orgasm to the art of love making has never had his true senses aroused. Music commands our lives, we are oblivious to it. I've seen people swallow, sniff, and blow for music. Music stoners. Beat crack-heads. True music lovers. I've seen fellows who rave soberly. The music IS our drug they say. It's the spine of our vitality. If there is one thing that we've carried with us from one civilization to the next, its music. From sticks and stones, to turn tables and Bose speakers. Music. It loves me like no other lover. Takes me places, echo forever in my being, shows me faces..so powerful..consumed by its halo projection..i can be whatever i want.. you become the best i've ever known.. I'm fooled into believing in fairytales.. I could fall in love again.. anything is possible.. because my eyes are shut. Forget about sight. Play with the chords of my soul. Music. Give me everything you take, fill me up and swim in me...light me up.. we will be beautiful..I will be sleepless.,and when im gone, honor me with music so good, its unhealthy, nothing but music.. my deadly infatuation.