Aural sounds of delectation
funk-fuel in fervent distillation
undertones of jazz-swing in migration
electronic clicks and blips for relaxation
ambience is my one true occupation.

The resonance of sound in rotation
the initiation itself a radiation
morphological alternation in isolation
as the hubbub of voices echo respiration
breath in, breath out, in elevation.

No underlying obligation, only inspiration
and celebration of collaboration
revel in the pleasures of sensation
like the first discovery of amplification
and in its appreciation and stimulation
embrace variation in all its illumination.

Seek out new music from recommendation
the gravitation towards transformation
the re-education and regeneration
this musical manifestation of civilisation
saturated in complex contemplation
adoration in meditation
the simplest form of gratification
the creative urge for diversification
and technological intensity
of electronic experimentation.

Fence sitting causes splinters
But safety found in silence
Watching games there playing
Wondering at their worth
Falsehoods blossoming like petals
Some believe their truth
Sighing to see the games they play
Knowing of life inner truth
Gathered in their numbers safety in the flock
New ideas shielded by their misunderstandings
Wasting all their youth
Laughing in the silence
The crowds they mill and flock
Careful always on the edge never the boat to rock
Game playing with their lies held high
Again they con people [please they try
Sadness fills my vision watching as they lament
Beds they've made they sleep in
More tricks just to pay the rent
The when called on to answer
The blame they lay sideways
Always the fault of others
Through their patterns remain the same
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I'd rather be
less opportune
than being
your sycophant
Because
its not  you
Who is the author
of my story.
I'd rather
walk alone
than being a part
of this blind haste
Because
its not  them
Who is the arbiter
of my struggling journey.
I'd rather fly far
than flying high
Because now
its me
who is the ruler
of my destiny.

In the silent clouds,
A dream-like story is told.
Like a river of silver,
A heart of love can travel the world.
In the blink of an eye,
The moon blushes as the sky fades to gray.
The dark of life now
Alive in starlight.

In the silent clouds,
A promise is waiting.
Sway away to the masked music,
Feel the soft petals falling faster
Than my trust forgotten.

In the silent clouds,
Shoot my wings with misery and heartbreak.
Frozen imaginings plummet from the sky,
Simple tears slip silently away.