A Poem by Hippy

only one thing makes sense, music.
pure expression of the soul.
birth of all that is.
though it doesn't make sense, music.
vibrations we can feel, not hear,
know yet never know.
for all things scream the song of the world.
vibrating down to every piece,
yet minds trapped, 20 to 20,000 hz
so blessed be a heart the that sings,
close to god as one can be.
vibrations, all harmony.

always follow your song, taste it
it courses through you.
embrace it, play along.
the universe is one big jam fest,
hear it, no, be it yes.
pour out your art for all to hear.
and always follow music,
the voice of all spirit.
she will guide you to loves hold.
don't make sense of nonsense,
embrace vibrations as they be.
this is the only thing that makes sense to me.


© 2013 Hippy

Author's Note

any explanations please ask, i think i am explaining the universe and trying to be as vague as possible so one does not worry oneself with mindlessness. it just makes sense to me, if you don't get it, i hope it at least entertained you dancing in the mind of a mad man!

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Added on February 20, 2013
Last Updated on February 20, 2013



Underland, IN

My names austin lee wallace i am a hippy and thats what they all call me. i love music its the greatest, i play guitar the harp piano flute violin and whatever i can get me hands on. Im not much of a .. more..