Listen To Life

I’ve always enjoyed music as much as I love the craft of writing. Writing to me was always music on a page; a song that’s meant to be read, admired, and applied at the moment. You would never find me without headphones in my ear, and you would never guess the song I was listening to because I admire them all. I get this thrill, this extraordinary sensation in my ears when I hear a new song, or a classic song that I’ve over looked in the past. I know this sounds crazy but music is my life. Whenever I hear a song it brings me back to a time where I enjoyed it most. Whenever I hear a new song I stop and look around, because I know that the very moment I first heard that song would become a magnificent memory. Today I’ve made another memory. I’ve taken a step in the radio direction and applied to be a campus DJ for the University at Albany. I start off by sampling only one genre of music, but I want to create a station that samples all genres. Genres such as; Rap, Hip-Hop, Country, Rock, Alternative, Jazz, Soul, Pop, R&B, and all the other genres that come to mind.  Also I want to include local poetry and news. I plan on taking this radio station to new heights. For a long time I forgot what it is like to have a burning fire of passion, however today I will relight that flame and strive for new heights. I will bring a new meaning to my life and this time I will work hard for what I want.  As Thomas Edison said “our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.” My message to readers is to not give up and continue to fight for your future as I am still fighting for mine.

Locks like fingers,

Grasping what’s important in life,

Closed shut, when protecting someone

With a clock,

Time is the only won, who remains free,

Picking fingers like noses

Hoping no one won’t keep in touch

Running around like a mad man

Ticking in people’s faces,

Tocking in people’s faces,

A chain of timed robberies

None of which with familiar faces,

Just left, with a trial of busted locks

So broken you can’t even hold yourself together

So broken you can’t even hold yourself

Just right,

Ticking,

Tocking,

But how are you suppose to grab time,

With a hand,

Full of broken locks

Fingers,

Like locks.



Peace readers

-Stylish Ev