The Best Kind of BlasphemyA Poem by Vin
Lover, you appear when I put my headphones on- kiss my skin with exquisite, seductive notes. Caress the scars with cool melodic antidotes, sing me lullabies amongst the screaming, discordant chaos. Po ri mi, you reign over me, a gifted Prince Charming conducting one blissful symphony of my life. With piano palms you bless me, turn my vapid, watery bloodstream into rushing wine; I am a sensual river responding to every twine in sound, floating. Spellbound by your work of miracles, in the darkness and silence, golden chords glow, light my own mystical way to heaven. Fa so la ti, good Sir Musicman, you're my king. I soak in acoustic glory and disregarded accusations of blasphemy, as a new age dissenter who does not pray but sings. These humble headphones may be no rosary beads, but the shake with the spirits of the muses here on Earth; they shake me to dance. I'll start a rythmic religion without a church - just open your windows, play that tempo therapy, and clap your hands - cross your heart with the unbridled passion a monastery hushes, and rather meet death before our saving music steps. A crescendo's coming on, I feel it in my bones which self-resurrect from the dirt. With the help of a melody so beautiful it hurts, too stunning to describe - I'm finally alive - with my first true trinity; just me, you, and the music, completes a delightful, finger snapping three. © 2012 VinFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorVinUnited KingdomAboutI love Music, Photography, Literature and Art although maybe not in that order :S I love to laugh, I think it's the best thing we can do as people and I reckon no one does it enough. It is probably.. more..Writing
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