My kind of musicA Poem by SorenRaw bleeding, slashed, ripped from the soul Gospel wail howling primal travail Blue whispers blowing through grass Sonorous taste of strings Gravel voice, shredding rock, digging up buried emotions scaling major peaks A musical knife clefs disembowels visceral memories Unfolding innards falling, in new waves raising hair, ethereal, haunting Combed with folk ballads buried in jazzy tangles in a hurricane of sound Bound in dark minor chords with a fist full of keys Uncontrolled shivers rap overtaking, breathless breaking and shaking Resurrected primitive lost country throbbing beats, grungy classical melodies Poetic nirvana pops in savage orgasmic note slides and runs No shiny mechanical chains staining these notes Rare, never overcooked Still alive Drums ghostly heartbeats
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