Livin' My LifeA Poem by John StussyInspired by Guns N' Roses in general, but in particular the solos Slash has in each song. Hate this piece if you must, but me? I love it. One of my favorites honestly.Insomniac habits ain’t healthy, Not that I care or nothin’ really. Jamming out here to good rock I’ll lose myself in Slash’s riffs Since dreams can’t come to me On a wakeful night spent listening To hard rock and I’m about to dance. I’ll explore the depths of my mind, The psychedelic cosmos opened wide Within my mind’s confines. Welcome to my personal jungle, My paradise city where all can come. Bring a friend and join the party As I strap on a gold Les Paul To let my fingers roam where they will. Dancing around in large top hats Covering my burly curly mane, I’ll give you what you need To have a damned good time. Take me down, oh sweet music To that girl so pretty, right there. I’ll dance with her and play my songs, Write her a tune or two even. My boots will cuff the stage As I go on my solo rampage. Feel it, understand my connection With this holy sacrament, music. Here we go! Lithe fingers rapping, tapping along the fretboard, I’ll strum out my love on these strings. Nothin’ I can do to stop it comin’ These notes are gonna pour from me, A true manifestation of my Built on standards of a heaven of song. Follow me to the place of memories From way back when on a river of chords. My guitar will lead my fingers, pull us in So we drown in the blissful whirlpool Leading to the past we once had. Someday I’ll be able to talk to a Sweet child of mine, with a good family. Right now I’m content living my style, The stage is my home, I’ll play you my dreams. I’ll show you my memories, sweet and sad. To you, my audience, I am opened. Judge if you must, but I’ll stand strong. I’m still here whether you like it or not. The past has built me to who I am, And I’ll make my future how I like. Where do we go now, from a place like this? I’m headed to the top of the food chain, I’ll walk outside along the city streets And play my guitar freezing but living, In the cold November rain I’ll play for just you. Believe in me, I’ll make it happen. All we need is just a little patience. © 2008 John StussyAuthor's Note
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14 Reviews Added on September 17, 2008 AuthorJohn StussyAZAboutCook, writer, reader, musician. I don't bte, unless asked to or bitten first. My site's link is to some recordings of my poetry, and I might add some recordings of me playing my sax onto there too... more..Writing
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