Pure music is a
decadent dessert
Like rare,
French chocolate gently mixed raw.
When absorbed,
distressed feelings disappear.
No longer
oppressed, your soul comes alive.
Not all musical
parts are softly played,
Some melodies
from the sound system pound.
Toward your
eardrums the beat strongly flows,
Resisting all
cries for help, for calm notes.
Depressed you
may become, empty inside.
You long for a
fun scent of harmonies,
Not like that of
graveyards or post-war thoughts,
But of happiness
that thrives and that lives.
Perhaps Jehovah
will send soothing tunes,
Like the crest
of waves covering the shore.
Tense muscles
will relax as peace arrives.
Your guard comes
down while entering a muse.
Here, peril lies
in a pile outside.
It doesn’t dare
to press it’s luck or try.
Here, you are
away from society,
From social
pressures and ruthless gangs.
Here, smells of
ganja stem from corridors
And from rooftop
pipes it descents lower.
A magical
variety of scents,
Leaving you in
sync with the melody.
No longer do you
feel stuck in a trench.
In this world of
heavenly music
Your mind is
wrenched from terror and nightmares.
No matter your
gender, you too can find
A haven within
music’s purity,
A place in which
hope patiently awaits.
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