"Music for your eyes/ rhythm for your chest"
by PAtrick KelleyI write about cold winters
Hot summers
My dreams when I slumber
the spells the material world has put us all underI write about drugs, damsels, darkness, distress, death and a lot about life
I've never done methamphetamine
it's never been in my sight
I've gone on head trips
And found new dimensions against which my mind's finger tips pressedJust some music for your eyes and some rhythm for your chest
Yes.I've written about ups and downs
How I watched my reflection as the old me drowned
facing upI've favored the sleeze, skanks and sluts
Tarnished my guts
And gone nutsBut I never get hyphy
I've never "gone dumb"
I've stumbled down hallways
Thrown up beer, peyote and rum
Took mushrooms and watched soap scum become a small shower ecosystem
The bubbles caught view of my naked form as I washed
And made me the god of their religionI've made split decisions and followed both paths
I have dumped a whole bottle of Mr. Bubble into a hot tub and turned it into a bathI've had to laugh when
I freestyle against those
who claim that they're the bestJust some music for your eyes and some rhythm for your chestYes.Just a palm to cup your breast
To touch a heart beat
I can't be leaving now
I left my shoes out on the street
I've let the gravel unravel the flesh from my knees
I've watched the autumn die
in the veins of the falling orange leavesI've pulled up my sleeves
to use some elbow grease
I always say thank you
But sometimes forget to say pleaseAnd when the degrees have dropped
And you've snuggled up next to me for a night of rest
I let you go out of this dying day dreaming
only to awaken early to take another one of life's tests
I say no but the answer is always yes
itsJust some music for your eyes and some rhythm for your chest.
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