Write to music

Write as the beat takes hold. Boldness. 

Drop lyrics falling flawless through limitless spontaneity. Forget prose, forget posing, determining what flows from music to lettered screen. Write script in the inbetween, between deciding what to type and what is written out for you. 

Sit, get lost in it. 

Let waves crash over gaze, and be in the minute. 

Leg finds the rhythm, head provides sequence sentences that pour contemplatively from gravity of finger falls. Allow it all. There is no prose. No rules, decisions to keep constrained within, begin with a tap and let it drive beyond what you notice happening. 

Closed eyes, touch typed, errors are only another bleak break in the road that travels on. 

There is no prose. No continuum.

Nothing written. Feel it tingle bringing with it energy waves of grace as you experiment with what could be. Enjoy the journey. Creativity comes from being one with the situation.

Beat changes, jumps up tempo. Emotions move from sexy slow to groove. Move. Remove any ego. You are not writing for anyone, only the rhythm, let it be your guiding angel. Chaos embraced and placed next to the person you used to be.

  Be free. 

Enormity in the swell of satisfaction as bass drives through the heart of your existence. Exist in this instance, write to music, use it, refuse anything that comes with thinking. 

For there is no prose. There is no proof of identity. There is no determining algorithm of how you should be. There is nothing but tracks backed by drums and symphony. Sleep in Poetry. 

 Eyes closed. 

Over and over in love for the overload. 

Keep going, ignore the known. Be slow. Dispose of prose.

And play everlasting in the afterglow