Stress relief, comes to me in droves, as I can
Tune up, to tune back in; to something that is
Undying within me, thus with sonic swoons; I will
Dance to many beats, I do not care how many takes,
Indulge my aural sense, to the point I reach my
Orgasm, for this to me, is the definition of therapy.
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Author:
AuburnScribbler (
Offline) - Published: March 5th, 2021 05:54
- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday, I enjoyed a real treat when I returned to my second home: the studio. Though as a public disclaimer, I feel compelled to say that, everything was done in a safe working environment, adhering to the Covid-19 rules, but being back in there after such a long time, was great. So, I give you this acrostic poem, a homage; to such a beautiful place. The picture accompany the poem, is a royalty free image from Saintantonio, Dreamstime.com, which I thought rather apt. I hope you enjoy, and as always, please do take care everyone.
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Have to swoon at this at the end! lol. Me imaginary dog, Fido, won't let me have much 'excitement'. heehee.
Bless you orchidee, and tell that dog Fido to behave, I don't care whether it's imaginary or real, you have got to let your hair down, especially in times like these!
Thanks for the read, and I hope all is well.
I have to put him put the back yard if I want any excitement indoors! lol.
Good write, A.S. Studios are a wonderful place for sure.
Thanks for the read Jerry, and they are truly amazing places, places where you can pretend to be your own little god.
Hope all is well.
Wonderful therapy is always there when going back to that place where you love to be.
Andy
I agree Andy, and it truly was therapy, and is, and I am looking forward to going back into the studio to refine the tracks.
Hope all is well.
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