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Jul 2013
In seeps life’s deeply rich hypnotic alluring tune.
Throngs of pitch tickled with powerful eminent bass.
Crisp sounds displayed, tweaked, collaged, and delectably consumed.
Stretching our ear’s vast hungering palette to please.

Vibrations lead to the tingling mind’s inevitable response.
Guiding the body through its purity of sound.
Hums and hisses overshadowed by the DJ’s track.
Lasers lights dance over the vast sweating fans.

The floor is a rhythmic sea of flesh.
Dance steps balanced by the DJ’s meticulous craft.
Tears of joy creep upon the dancers faces.
As bodies succumb to the vibrant enchanting mix.

This truly is an ideal moment of bliss.
Having one’s mind captured by a DJ’s tryst.
The mind thrives forever from their musical kiss.
As fans dance the night, refusing to miss.
This poem is written under the universal song formula that after every 8 count, the song will change, and after the fourth 8 count, the song will drastically change. Try listening to any song on the radio, and they will all follow this rule.  8 words per line, 4 lines per stanzas, 4 stanza poem.  Just like a song.
Written by
- K T P -  Oakland, California
(Oakland, California)   
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     Gary Muir, Robert Guerrero and - K T P -
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