Poetry | Organised Chaos

It needs no words, no explanation for why it is, how it is.

It fills my soul in a different typah way.

It’s raw, refined, crazy, alive!

Inspired,

Beauty full.

It moves me,

It excites me,

It thrills my heart,

Lures out my voice,

It draws me out, out of myself, into myself.
It’s heaven.

Organised chaotic rhythms.

Masters of their craft,

Still growing,

Going into the scared beyond

captivated by sweet melodies.It needs no words, no explanation 

for why it is, how it is

It fills my soul in a different typah way.

It’s raw, refined, crazy, alive!

Inspired,

Beauty full.

It moves me, 

It excites me,

It thrills my heart,

Lures out my voice,

It draws me out, out of myself, 

Into myself.

It’s heaven.

Organised chaotic rhythms.

Masters of their craft,

Still growing, 

going into the scared beyond 

captivated by sweet melodies.

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