Music Is

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(my attempt at slam poetry)

Music is the way I think,

the only thing that's right

I can live without my limbs,

my sense of smell, even my eyesight

But music

It carries me through every single day,

every endless night

And never let's me fall

As long as I still have a voice

I'll have a song to sing

It doesn't change a thing if you

"couldn't care less"

You Will Hear Me!

Yeah you could try to shut me up

But music!

Can't be silenced

It's in the trees

The clouds

The breeze

Music

Is every sound discovered that

No matter how hard you try

You can never think of a single word that could ever do it justice

It is life's constant companion

Wherever there is life

You will always hear its music

Even for those who cannot hear

The things around them

The things we hear

I'd like to think

Inside their head

A glorious symphony awaits

For that fateful day

when we find a way

to give sound

to those born without it

Music is loyal

Music

is free

Sometimes though, we fail to see

That

It can never be caged in

barred

Or hidden away

Believe me I've tried

And once it gets out

there is no stopping it even if you want to

Like the bridge of a song so powerful

You have no choice but to shout it to the heavens

Its like the sun

Slowly it rises

Getting brighter and brighter

Until you want to step outside into the brightest of its rays and scream

"Come on! Is that the best you've got?"

Music is rebellion

In its truest form

It will not be denied its rightful voice

Music gives people like me courage

Courage

to say the things

Normally hidden deep inside because

Some of those emotions

We, don't even understand

Don't even

want to understand

Because it makes us feel so strongly

It scares us

But music makes the worst of our fears sound empowering

the saddest of moments sound like a chorus that can only be described as angels who have yet to discover their wings

Weeping as they fall from the sky

Because there is no other way to describe such beauty

clouded by fear and loneliness

With music

Even the deepest darkest parts of ones soul

sound angelic

and nothing less

I try to think of life today

Without music to hear or sing

Its incomplete

Incomprehensible

My life

Would be unbearable, unlivable utterly impossible

Because

music is

my life.

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