Musical Intentions

The music’s ebb and flow planted melodic emotives.
The mind, heart and flesh moved to its manipulations.
It needed no lyrics to speak its intent.
Man had interpreted the lows and highs.
He pounded them into a collective lie-brary.
Human’s were trained what to feel,
The steel drum and the orchestra, owned by clans,
Niabinghi rhythms unknown to common man,
Screamings and bass tones searching for the forlorn,
While the tabla and sitar are uniquely employed.
Soundtracks wheel dramatic lures and releases.
Genres police subcultures and syndicated realms.
Musical memories are pasted on posterboards,
While the underground is busy exploding heart cavities.
Vibrations of silence swell.
Sacred lows and highs of invisible waves,
Sing below flesh and write imaginative scores
For phantasmagoric planes.
Still, the layers of defining shelves remain.
Language has summonsed tones for the words.
Libals and gutterals resound.
The sing-song steals the show with literary scripts.
The mind replaces the heart’s indulgence with schisms.
Bones yearn to cry out when music slithers so deeply.
Plexus dancers ingest sonic abstractions.
Cosmic harmonies call and astral audio plays.
While the mind matrix continues in its contractions and contraband.
Still, multi-dimensional undertones, drones and highlights explore blood tides.

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