I think trance music or Electronica in general is amazing music. the beat of the bass is meant to signify the beat of the mothers heart when in the womb. it is universal. some people get it and others don't.

who do i look like, chevylover?

let me know what you think. am always open to suggestions and/or feedback.

here are some of my poems that i have written. not sure if they fit in this setting but what the hell.
My First Poem
Insanity

White rooms, the very best.
Padded walls, and a white vest.
If you join me, it means certain death.
Come with me, inside my head.

Insanity, consumes my brain.
Why don't you join, and feel my pain.
You can't help me, even if you try.
Just let me stay here, and die.

The room goes, round and round again.
Don't know where I've come, don't know where I've been.
Is it day, or is it night
Now it's time, to go back inside.

What is real, and what is fake.
Do I go to sleep, or stay up late?
The light flicker, on and off.
There is nothing I can do, to make it all stop.

Second

Child to Man

A little child comes into this world, so pure, so innocent,
Waiting for his future to unfurl.
In the beginning his life is good,
Only laughter and happiness in his world.
Not wanting to see a storm is brewing,
Here to come is his undoing.
The one who enters will make him fall,
Taking his innocence to shred it all.
The child is taught of anger and hate,
Deception and lies is now in his fate.
The hand that held is now the one that slaps,
The child is taught to hold it all back.
Afraid of the one that he looks up to,
Only wrong in those eyes is all he can do.
He tries and he tries to succeed and prevail,
But all the man sees is a child destined to fail.
Beaten and broken the child there lays,
Wishing to return to the better days.
Those days are gone the child will find,
Only heartache and lies are further down the line.
As the child grows older with more trials and tribulations,
Holding it all in is all he can do with his frustrations.
He turns to substances to make it all go away,
Not knowing the price he will one day have to pay.
Times are hard and only getting tougher,
For the child that was once happy is now the man that only suffers.
Using his pain and his anger,
To make himself only get stronger.
Good will come from his undoing,
Determination and pursuing.
The life he makes is his own,
The happiness he brings to others shown.
The wrongs are right and failures succeeded,
To greatness comes when his life is completed.

Third and Last

Through My Eyes

You perceive only what you want,
Never knowing the pain inside.
The darkness that grows you will never know,
Only if you could see through my eyes.
You look and you watch the things that I do,
Not ever knowing or having a clue.
A life that is broken and torn up in shreds,
Made to look whole and perfect instead.
The face that you see is only a mask,
To hide the true feelings that linger and bask.
Destruction and death and anger and lies,
This land of deception will bring my demise.
You sit there and ponder thinking you know me,
To conger up ways to try and control me.
Society stands there peering through rose-colored lenses,
Thinking they see nice houses with picked white fences.
Its time to wake up and see through these lies,
One day you might if only you look through my eyes.

Hope you enjoy. Feedback and/or criticism is greatly appreciated.