Thursday, September 2, 2010

I hear a song, this truth tempts thought within my veins and arteries

Poem by Marc Aupiais

My senses tickled by a beat-
Beautiful music,
Astounding lack of heat!

A song quite foreign-
It finds my senses not oblique!

I love the sound,
Senses do not like a sheep causes sleep!

Sheepishly - I enjoy a climatic beat!
Music, to which I listen in my seat!

The next song I dislike,
It strikes my conscience,
Not virile, vile!

I dislike the anti-human beat!

I wonder at my sensibilities-
What is of me?

What is about my culture,
My friends, faith and family?

And what of these thoughts-
Is rawly of dear me?

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