What’s the most fun way to exercise?
*bass drum*
*put your hands up*
I never knew there was a love like this before…
If you sang that line, you better hop over to your playlist, hit play, and start dancing.
Big noise!
#humpday

…actually, why not?
What’s the most fun way to exercise?
*bass drum*
*put your hands up*
I never knew there was a love like this before…
If you sang that line, you better hop over to your playlist, hit play, and start dancing.
Big noise!
#humpday
of the body, in the soul
woman is made and known
beyond the sight
alone
a moment’s breath
life, liquid
welling deep into invisible bone
of the body, with the body
curving, slopes are borne
high and heavy, known
a moment’s step
smooth along the palm
holding, holding
of the body, with the soul
silk and velvet, living
a moment’s sight
open rays in stars, shining
knowing, knowing
known.
© 2015 threegoodwords
sometimes you need it
want it
must be it
that beat that rings through the bone
it’s always there
lingering just beyond
a silent rhythm
nascent in every song
there it is
that thump and clap
feet on the floor
hands off your lap
high up, together
no excuses
dance
dance!
together
you too over there
get up!
move it
shake it
groove it
and celebrate once more
this marvelous thing
that is music
that is joy
that is life
in a moment: forever
one
.
© 2015 threegoodwords
plugs in, player on
here I am, hearing a song
that sounds innocent
but would be rated R
celebrating consumption
of substances that have
no legal function
as it so sleekly does
and yet it’s not the lyrics
not the text itself, not what is sung
but the beat
the bass,
the melody
that brings me back
way back
back to those days when
we used to party hard
dance and sweat and dance some more
lights flashing
beats pumping
amps crackling
volume sky high
you heard the beat with your body
and felt the music with your heart
…
there was nothing but the music
coz rhythm was a dancer
and you had to let the music
push the feeling on
and those were just the popular ones
but we went deep down
into the sheds, the areas, the hidden bunkers
where the world was dark and light
filled with sick beats
intercepted with unbelievable strains
of perfect melodies
oh that drive
that drive to celebrate life
that’s what it does
this song that’s great
and kind o’ just wrong
it takes me back to that time
when you and me and all the others
danced in the dark
until we had to stop
we were simply exhausted
and so walked out
mildly shocked
to see the sun was out
and those other people
were actually living their lives
being offensively boring adults.
A sigh and a smile to that freedom
I can’t even describe
the joy, the exuberance
of celebrating that one thing
that would never stay forever
loving every second under the sun
needing nothing more than great music
to love our young lives
we were so achingly wild at heart.

© 2015 threegoodwords
that moment.
the beat. soft, low.
filling you up
inside, so wide
so quiet, so bright.
it sounds familiar
warm
and suddenly you know the song.
it’s new
the beat is different
faster,
just the thing for today’s youth
what a word
that used to be you
when did you lose the ‘th’?
but the music,
the rhythm
it’s all the same
you know it
deep down inside
know it since you heard it
so often, so often
on the radio
in the car,
in the kitchen
in the living room
everywhere it was on the air
the djs loved it, as djs do
and soon you had all the lyrics in your head
as if they’d always been there
captured effortlessly
that’s the way it was
it happened so naturally
you didn’t even know it was love
and now you’re flying through the stars
and hope this night will last for ever
but the voice is young, so young
couldn’t have been more than a toddler
then
when you were listening
dancing
singing to the song
like nobody was watching
coz nobody was watching
you were in your space
your own place
moving to the music
all by yourself
and loving it
ain’t nobody
loves me better
makes me happy
makes me feel this way
and there you are again
time never passed
you’re still there
in your space
your own place
loving the music
feeling the sound
like nobody’s watching
coz nobody’s watching
it’s just you
flying through the stars
knowing this will last forever
© 2014 threegoodwords
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