Open Poetry #45 |
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Audiocentric Paradise |
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UNTAMEDelegance Member
since 2009-05-30
Posts 222Oregon |
I'm encased in my mind. The black inkiness of my conscience bursts to life with music... that I can SEE! The weaving melodies engulf me. My head reverberates with the beats, the rhythms, the tempos, the heart of all the music ever created. I'm like Alice in Wonderland; a kid in a candy store. I'm drinking in the beautiful sounds. I'm not playing the music. It's playing me. Melodies the colors of the rainbow surround me; they clothe me in a beautiful gown of artistry from the heart. Because music says all the things that words can't say; shows the things that eyes can't see; lets you feel the things that hands can't touch. The music starts and I am lost. I'm falling into the depths of my audiocentric paradise. [This message has been edited by UNTAMEDelegance (09-21-2009 12:16 AM).] |
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N|D|N|C|Lost-Poet Member
since 2009-07-30
Posts 360New Orleans |
Beautifully captured -LostPoet |
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