Alas!

music

is braile for the deaf

when you hear racism

people judge

notes

are thoughts you remember

to discard

people judge

and when they do they don't budge

the music plays

and they either love it or hate it

and if they were the only one they ever knew

they would love their music

but instead jealousy

rears the backend of normal driven forward in reverse

i live

on the edge of a sledge

precisely lined up to crack me on the head

and when it connects

a pinata stirring 35 years of alphabet soup scrambles scrabblish thoughts


so many noodles
so little tomato sauce


that could that cant but could make me more diverse

but why be a rotten apple that thinks different

when i am you man, cursed

a who man, damned if i be just a human birthed

i see words better when they are white in black backgounds

my music is a sound that not everyone would love

although i would love everyone who loved it

i dont blame you for being real fake happy and mad

music is competetive

if it wasn't we would only need one song and love that one song

and there would be no inspiration to feed off the hatred to

make something similar, different

with variable mixed reviews

in God's most generous days i would be 400 with the wisdom of a 900 year old

instead i am one eighth of what i could be and only half of what i wish i was

a man cannot be happy when he knows where this all leads to and when those who suffer most pray for heaven

the rich bathe in paper

the happy,

they make the most out of their heaven because they don't want to think about the future

heaven is life to the happiest

and the devil wants us all to make our own music

still maybe one day i will be reborn on another planet
called Eden

where life can exist without apples

until then

i will close my eyes

close my hands

and wait

wait

i should take off these headphones

wow
Good stuff !

Your write has opened my eyes to see... d4tc

I like the way you helped me understand the music…
and the controlling feelings…
motivations behind it…
it’s difficult to be different when we yearn to be accepted…
but we all have our own special songs to sing…
regardless to how people treat us...
or whether they like us or not...
believing in something more than what we can see… than what is our reality…
we need that to feel loved in the face of hatred…
safe in the face of insecurity...
to believe there really is something more than this...
where true happiness does exist...

never stop listening to the music…