A Certain Source of Better Sense
Have you ever seen or heard
Or felt or ever known
A deeper soul than one that has settled
Its confounded passions for diversities?
While favorites are fine,
How would you know that there are better things
In Life if you have shut your
Ears exclusive to one genre of Music?
I will not bother to try
To understand why you don’t…
Understand….
No, I won’t…
I am sorry that you will never feel
What I feel over melodies that ache
For suicide that one can not commit
For the music’s just too good to die on…
I am sorry that you will never know
What makes me dance a jingling jive
Or a cold and clinging ballet…
Or what notes engulf my heart in sweet contemplation…
While screaming seems like noise
One day you’ll find yourself soothed by its serenity
And remember we, who traveled the world
With our ears on the folks, so merrily…
…As you laughed
While we ignore your mockery…
And as you limited Life
While we marveled in its serendipity
Even your idols have taken such identities
As part of themselves so the whole world connects…
Your self-drawn boundaries make you
Predictable and detrimental to sense.
So I will not bother to try
To understand why you don’t…
Understand….
No, I won’t…
Xonnette*Soul 