Tue, 07/09/2013 - 21:01 -- bcawich



Clashing sounds

Rhythmic beats

All ensuing me

Revolving around my aurora

Till it finally enters my body, euphoria

Causing my internal energies to move, enigma;

What it does is such a mystery

Thoughts and rhythm intertwined such mastery

Highs and lows of notes moving ideas in a harmony

Finally my body and mind can relate ;

All of this subconscious ,

Then the sound of a beat carrying a loud octave

What is this?

It’s my internal energy waiting to be realized

As the beats, rhythm where always internalized

Now the octave wants to be heard the beating to be manifested;

The octave

The soul

The soul controlled the beats

The Mind leading the clashing sounds

Always in harmony creating the unison,

till it must be heard

The octave now wants the symphony, my mouth must now create the volume

As words are created it will carry my aura, my energy

Conducted beautifully,


To move and provoke

The world

From an octave to a symphony.







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