Resurrection: Music in Me

Music like the mind of Atlantis, calms and rocks my soul. Today I patronize the Mickey Mouse Club, not with Annette, but Britney "My Perogative." It is a shame that there is such revelry in beats, notes, and words that can leave the body rockin. Hey dude let me take you beneath THE ZONE. I find myself on the floor. I am now in a police station lobby. I remember being in the cab of a pick up truck with a Marine who had just gotten back to Muncie, from Iraq 36 prior. I did follow orders, but I think that they shot me anyway. The music now washes that away. The police called an ambulance, but acted like nothing was wrong. My life is like an analogy of nothingness to the nth degree no matter what happens to me. My last attack was about 6 months ago by women and then by police. I have a time ability, but I never get away. The beat of my heart remains stopped and then steady. I lose no sanity. I am no vanity. Pain pleasure degree of the tone of a note. Being here is so "Stairway to Heaven," but I am Britney "Stronger than Yesterday." Peace for all of you means war for me everyday. Step up or you will be like those cloned Marines in Muncie D E A D, and stuck in pergatory. Hell is their profecy. No redemption in this bass clef. The realities that you all acknowledge almost left me dead on the floor, again, for being a primal operator and ON KEY. Do not help the enemy lest you be blamed for eternity and to never find the right note again. I'm lost, I'm sorry will no longer count in this que. Last whole notes need to be head 4 beats. This is 4/4 time. I love, but the force is too strong for my neverending heart to take. I need the rest of two measures, not one beat. Follow my toe on the line and see your dreams never coming to be. My life is not an analogy, it is being deaf and blind and singing the whole time with no one ever doing anything, but talking over me. I will now just put my F french horn away and I will grab my B flat one instead. Even for that, I should be dead.