Life is a rhythm, dare I say the perfect song,
And it’s absolute facts that vibrations and frequencies keeps the harmony strong,
Everything in existence is sound, existing at various frequencies,
They’re programmed that way, they can’t simply do as they please,
Every green hue vibrates at the same frequency,
You can literally hear the world different once you catch up to me,
Some might ask what would Jesus do?
Allow me to show you,
In Luke 19 Jesus said if you stop talking and just listen,
The stones would cry out, remember the condition,
Sometimes you have to be quiet and let your environment speak,
Looking for what you don’t got, is essentially hide and seek,
Quiet yourself and acquire how to interpret the sounds,
For only in true death are there no vibrations around,
A place where no color, sound, or pulsations exist,
Where vision, hearing and feelings are missed,
The symphony of existence at its curtain call,
Or is this just an ebb and flow, like winter proceeding fall,
Does death really exist, or is it merely a seasonal vibe,
Or is it the dormant season when your spirit hunkers down to survive,
Only to spring forward like a soul that’s been revived,
Back to life another soul to soul,
Perhaps this is why brilliant minds are told their souls are old,
Life is a rhythm, perhaps the first song,
Doesn’t it turn you up, when you learn the words and can singalong,
Every melody starts to satisfy something deep and make sense,
Understanding her metaphors triggers you to remove the misinformed pretense,
Be warned new knowledge has a symbiotic relationship with offense,
The song’s slow when it was only about what you knew,
Then crescendoed when you applied knowledge, becoming something new,
A new sound, birth from a new knowledge, that existed in you,
The birth of, I want you to interject your name(Dwayne)
You’re part of this choir, so hold that note, this is time to change,
Now pan out and hear every other melody in harmoney,
Combine the chords,
Frequencies disturbed, distortion, satisfying empty words,
Become what you never dreamed you could be,
No jail, no cell, no lock, or need for a key,
On a molecular level universally free,
Close your eyes and see,
Feel the vibrations, open your every sense,’
Interpret the world beyond mere events,
Outside of past or present tense,
Time is abstract and for your understanding only,
You exist beyond your conscious… be free
GoodPoetryAtlanta
