Destiny

Blame It on the Boogie

rainbow coloured pistachio nuts accompanied by the rustiest spoons 

gotta tell em bout the Lord cus if i don’t they won’t know


IF IT AINT GOD I DO NOT WANT IT

IF IT AINT GODS WILL I WILL NOT DO IT

IF IT AINT GODS WORD I WILL NOT LISTEN TO IT

IF IT AINT GODS GRACE I DO NOT WANT TO SEE IT

IF IT AINT GODS GLORY I WILL NOT SERVE IT

✨️ cunt13st d4ncefl00rs 1n th3 g4l4xy ✨️

In valleys deep where echoes dwell,
A tale of sound I weave and tell,
For in my heart, a rhythm beats,
I’m bound to music, life’s sweet treats. 

From dawn’s first light to twilight’s fall,
The melodies around me call. 
They dance on air, like whispers soft,
In every note, my spirit's loft. 

With strings that strum a lover's plea,
And drums that thump like hearts set free,
In every chord, a story lies,
A world unseen beneath the skies. 

From jazz’s soul to rock's embrace,
In each new tune, I find my place. 
A symphony of joy and pain,
Through highs and lows, I’ll sing again. 

Oh, vinyl spins and cassettes rewind,
Through every genre, truth I find. 
The whispers of the past ignite,
In every heart, a spark of light. 

When silence falls like evening’s shroud,
I seek the sound, the vibrant crowd. 
For life’s a stage, and I the pawn,
In music’s web, I am reborn. 

So let the trumpets rise and soar,
In every beat, I ask for more. 
For in this life, my truth is clear,
I’m a music junkie, forever sincere. 

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In the realm of melodies where shadows dance,
I found my heart in rhythms, in a trance. 
From the earliest dawn, the echoes did call,
Soft whispers of music, I surrendered it all. 

The notes like rivers, they flowed through my veins,
Each chord a companion through joy and through pains. 
With every sweet harmony, sorrows took flight,
In the symphony's embrace, I discovered my light. 

Yet fingers, they fumbled when trying to weave,
The fabrics of sound where I longed to believe. 
The canvas of silence, though tempting to brush,
I witnessed true mastery in every soft hush. 

For the muse was a beacon, not meant to be tamed,
In the heart of the lyrics my spirit proclaimed,
That music, while distant, would always remain,
A companion in journeys, in sunshine and rain. 

Through valleys and hills where my path became clear,
The whispers of song, they drew ever near. 
For though I may wander, through dream and through strife,
In the tapestry woven, I found the true life. 

So I dance with the rhythm, embrace every beat,
As life unfolds stories with each measure I meet. 
With courage anew, and my heart open wide,
I step boldly forward, with music as guide. 

In the march of existence, a truth I now see,
The notes of my life are forever with me. 
Though creating my sound was not meant to be mine,
In the embrace of the music, I know I will shine. 

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From youthful days, a symphony began,
A melody that shaped the soul of man. 
No clash of arms, no kingdoms won or lost,
But inner battles, counted at what cost. 

The speakers hummed, a portal to the soul,
Where stories danced and passions took control. 
A hero's journey, etched in every note,
A whispered secret, from a singer's throat. 

I tried my hand, to weave a sound anew,
To pluck the strings and make the music true. 
But clumsy fingers, could not find the grace,
To build the castles in that sacred space. 

The instruments, like rebels in my hand,
Resisted efforts I could not withstand. 
I bowed my head, admitting my defeat,
To be a listener, oh so bittersweet. 

Though I could not compose a single strain,
The vibrant chords would wash away the pain. 
Through darkest nights, and sunlit, joyful days,
The music's comfort lit familiar ways. 

A guiding star, through stormy, troubled seas,
A gentle breeze that rustled through the trees. 
From soaring heights to valleys deep and low,
The constant rhythm helped my spirit grow. 

I see my path, diverging from the stage,
A different calling, on a different page. 
Yet music echoes, in each step I take,
A silent partner, for goodness sake. 

No matter where life's winding road may lead,
The seeds of melody, a vital feed. 
A vibrant tapestry, forever spun,
The epic soundtrack of a journey done. 







Blame It on the Boogie

The Jacksons