Check My Pulse

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Vanessa Williams (2011)
Vanessa Williams (2011) | Source

Check My Pulse


Let it thud. Hear it pound. My heart, it ejaculates sound

What a rush. No ending to it. Let it groove. This life, I rush right through it.

Though my limbs fall, I live still. Though it is faint my sound is real.

Discern what you will of me. The recurrence of my pulse has saved me.

I cannot be what you want me to be; I cannot hear you over this beating.

This noise it seems so loud-check my pulse; feel my power.

Let me go. Stand aside. Close your eyes; this is my ride.

Psychoanalyze me. Psychosomatic you will see. My pulse is psychogenic. This psychedelic sound is authentic.

Pugnacious vixen and voice of pulmonary strength. Rhythmic heartbeat. I translate emotions- never vent.

My sound waves they traumatize villains and holders of hateful eyes. Verbal arsenal of descriptions and always a surprise.

Discern what you will of me. The recurrence of my pulse has saved me.

I cannot be what you want me to be; I cannot hear you over this beating.

This noise it seems so loud-check my pulse; feel my power.

Let me go. Stand aside. Close your eyes; this is my ride.

My pulse is insoluble. No insulation exists. The jealous flee. They exit.

The canopy of my sound conveys will. The revival of my life. The world stands still.

I am personified by the rising tides. They beat the shores. My pulse explodes.

Can you hear it now? Oh that distant drum of mine. My life line. My bridge through time.

Enduring drumming- now a different tune. My personal revolution. My pulse is in bloom.

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