Harmony of Disgust
There is calm in this chaos.When most find madness,
I find sanity,
I find beauty.
The madness is layered,
rich in complex tones as
they organize to paint
the most vivid images.
Sounds telling stories
aided by the voice
of your destruction
and possible ressurection.
Aimed to fall the delusion.
To tear the walls off this illusion.
Making the experience what it is,
not just another part of the biz.
Discard their formula
which equals surefire sucess.
No matter what variable thrown in,
recycled over and over.
Suffocate the smothering mediocrity
that sets the bar of what we ought to be.
Embrace this art form
and fuck the money!
It leads to that template
which degrades us
spits on us
and ends in money lust.
Intentions of meaning
are present in the chaos
which climbs against the gradient
of your pretty little world.
It takes the sound of disgust
and the essence of evil
woven into the sound of delight
and the form of divine being
All for the experience of transcending
notions of good and evil
and creating the uniqueness
which was there all along
in all happenings.
Most just can't see it...
Senses too dull.
Copyright 2009 Vince Decker
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