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Allysa Allen Poem
Lost in the rythym of the base and the blues. Sometimes It's like I'm here but I'm not, I can't lose.
The sweet sense of the spanish guitar taking my spirit away as I travel far, far, far, far.
Away from the city the dirt and the grime. Away from the shootings and other senseless crimes.
Rocking with Rob Base, Far Away with Marsha Ambrosious- quiet, serene, in a place where all is quite harmonious.
Sometimes when things not going right in my life I just get lost in a beautiful verse with Lyfe--Jennings that is, and it makes everything absolutely WaterTight hmmmm Must be Nice.
Arguing with my husband nobody soothes my pain like the greats, Whitney, Monica, Gladys Knight too, Teena Marie, Ethel Waters and Minnie Ripperton, Loving you is Easy Because, You Should have known Better.
Homesick for my mothers sweet love, hearing Anita Baker's smooth voice pumping through the box, giving me my mama's touch I longed for so much.
Yes the Power of Music.
It can take you away from all of your pain, free you from your emotional chains, Change your mind, make you aware, The Music IS ALIVE INSIDE FOR ALL TO HEAR.
And I turn my headphones Up!
Copyright © Allysa Allen | Year Posted 2011
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Allysa Allen Poem
I TURN MY HEADPHONES UP AND LOSE MYSELF IN THE BASS.
NO STRESS, NO PROBLEMS, JUST ME AND MY COMPANY OF CHOICE, COLTRANE,
MILES, MAYBE A LITTLE JIGGA MAN.
DROWN OUT THE SOUNDS OF LIFE IN THE CITY, AS I SING ALONG TO THE STORIES
OF MY PEOPLE A TRIBE CALLED QUEST, RUN DMC, MARY J BLIGE, PAC AND B.I.G.
IN AN EFFORT TO MAXIMIZE MY SPIRITUALITY I MIGHT POP IN A LITTLE ERYKAH OR
GO CHILL WITH THE GENIUS LAUREN.
IN MY HEADPHONES I FIND CONCENTRATION, COGITATION, INTROSPECTION,
PONDERING, QUIET TIME, REFLECTION, RUMINATION, SELF EXAMINATION, AS I
EXCERCEISE MY MIND, TAKE IT TO A HIGHER LEVEL OF CEREBRATION,
CONSIDERATION, CONTEMPLATION AND DELIBERATION.
ONCE AGAIN, I TURN MY HEADPHONES UP.
Copyright © Allysa Allen | Year Posted 2011
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