sounds of musical instruments shine off the wall, bouncing
this is hard to pen down, orgasmic sounds of lustful words
the moving action, thrusting of something in your hand,
a concept you will not understand until you understand the sound
sound of words, four letters, music, sorry five words
but don’t look down at your feet, they’re useless
look up into the sky, listen to the silent screams of fear
dying breed of fetus’s left to live, care for themselves.
This is not the end, nor the beginning i tell you,
you will make it your own,
but remember these words, orgasmic level of sound
music can kill, but generate live
live that will move forward
don’t die
but live
with music

This poem was written/submitted by Jaco Louw.