Music

I love music,
the fusing
of sounds so profound
with beats that pound
round methodical
melodical rhythms
through schizms
of the heard.
At times more powerful than any word,
transforming notes of ink into
boats so distinct,
vessels so succint.
Maneuvering your senses
You cant see...no lenses,
microscopic to the 100 degree
could capture the beauty
in the sounds as they usurp your body
into moves squares deem naughty
forcing every muscle to do the hustle
hikin up the pants,
breakin out into dance
and physically and spiritually manifest
noise into poses of poise.
Pirouettes of pangent precision,
whatever dancing decision
all end in a rhythmic position.
Slave to the music, sweet music, beautifully powerful,
whipping its way through your non wan waist.
No waste to fret
just taste the sweat
moves you wont regret
get set
Go!
show me how you get get down,
dont fake a frown,
like you dont want it...
like you dont flaunt it....
You tease to please.
Off your knees,
rid yourself of the disease to appease
to the norm and conform to the worm.
That dance is outdated, overrated, and I hate it.
So get back up on your feet,
do something sweet,
make it no small feat,
repeat,
for an effect out of this world,
setting your mark on the boys and girls
as the one
that has the most fun,
feeling the use of the muse of the music in the musical musicianship rip through your body
as you become a somebody
who gets down to the phattest sound,
talked about all over town,
a somebody who gets down.