AleBushe 4

Mesye plays a prominent line in a mushy and unclear way

with soul along w/all other emotional entities

brain slipped away 

murderously accoustic, my body undulated to the thumping rhythm of music

swallowed w/ominious melody 

i gained vision peripherally

welcomed back,so, graciously to desolate me

Alone,no longer under the illusion of free

this,forlorn,for me might be destiny

entrapped by the irony, of the music of the spheres

invision me ,

i feel more lucid with every invasion of  replay on my ears

what a cliché composition i have written

stupidly, i continued to leave 'ima taker' out of my equation

I guess,

to subside my fears

what an momentous arrangment 

such vintage 

brings, to me, tears

I need an occasion to pacify my fears

Fears, greet my lungs

seeing music swirling around in the wild heard but unsung

I can make no rhyme  nor reason for what has sprung

This numbing sameness, 

tis famous ,my dance with gravity

I am but a piece in an unspeakably absolutely,necessary puzzle

And over my heart, a fire arm muzzel

We had black and white dualism

you choose intellectualism

Bravely i fold ,against bitter cold,deprived

to be miraculously revived?

NAY,Nay, leave me

i sacrifice my wishes... i dont mind blemishes

i own my secondary hypertension

you, see,

perfect tokens lack dimension

AleBushe 3

Jan.8.14

His wind driving sound,forces caterpillars upon me.they find me, and assume me sleeping.now I am anticipating, something I've never before from him possessed.his west, Indian rap is a weakness,that I can not control. he is a note in a sea of music-less bodies.he chills ,creates giggles,presents lil hints dressed in riddles. absent recognition ,it gets hard for him to listen to the things that I must say to make him mine. I want to hold your cries ,lullabies.I want to love you ;delta blues .I want to experience your wrongs sing-a-longs . this café noir has the scent of past had ;he is rustic and welcoming. I am a deep dark chocolate fanatic and with him I am glad.Beauty it turns out ,is tough ,and life is well impossible to extinguish ,he proves it. shyly my heart pounds loudly, accompanied by magnetic pull, adoration timidly projects. subtitle teases ,leaving displeases ,his melody ,floods my body and I hope this ain't surprising that I've been fantasizing.I Connote success with being the best. smiles are heard ,mouth parched of words ;music Doesn't  just act as a mirror of the person that created it ;it PERFORMS that person .yeah ,oh ,there something about you