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I once was sad

For I had been a Punk
Dubbed over
By the emptiness
Of the Rap

I'd have rathered
The Folk of lore
Orchestrated
By those who knew no better

Raging was the Opera of the night
As the city rose and fell
To the quiet of the House

Watching as the Fusions blow
When I fall victim to the

Trance, Of Disco

Reggae was her very core
With RnB for DNA
The beat cascaded from her pores
And Of this instant she wanted more.

A lesson for the crowds
A soul churning Chant
No longer would inhibitions
Say I can't

Without a why.

If I lie
In the tube of a trumpet
I'd know the home of Jazz
And tel its difference mirth
From The land of Hummingbirds


And Calypso

The origin I dread
For what it's become
The origin I dread
I'm doomed to till im dead

All was needed
Was the right tune
To dilute this despondent gloom

A Classical lulaby
The sonnet of
you and I

An Alternative Rock

rock's

Me through the riffs of dawn's cry

Pop me from this malevolent spere
Take me back to when I cared
But not the time
No one heard my Acoustic prayers

Metal cuts the thread I strangle on

And the whistle of the Country calls
Me on away from this Phychdelic
Funk Caused by my Techno Dance

In an Electonic World

Nothing speaks what I need to hear
Perhaps my playlists needs a New decorum
The distant Drum and Bass protest

But I refuse to acknowledge the rest

Or the message in form of a hymn
I Hop to the hope jam packed
In this Ballad

And at once I knew I was glad.

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