A Star Winks OutA Poem by John StussyJust a song. Enjoy.
He was a freedom fighter Deep in music’s battleground. A guitar slinging long-haired singer, Letting the crowds hear his cries. Stage walking animal Pounding out his rocker riffs, His life came out to the raging masses While off the stage he hid at home. When the music was played and done He’d wave good-bye and then go to her, She was the aspect of his normal life, The one who he held so dear. Quiet moments under the moonlight Hand in hand they stood as one. He felt his dreams and her both tugging And the internal war exploded out. The crowds demanded his vibrant life But he wanted two things all at once. Could he step away from the stage for good And play a different sort of tune? A song written for the lady Who made him feel like he was human And not a flag held for the mobs. Soon the climb became much steeper, He rose above some local fame. More people desired his heartfelt music But the gal he looked to didn’t care for it. A country belle she liked the soft stuff, Skull emblems and limos ain’t the life for her. He tried to balance out the two, Feeling the ground split between his legs. The crowds demanded his vibrant life But he wanted two things all at once. Could he step away from the stage for good And play a different sort of tune? A song written for the lady Who made him feel like he was human And not a flag held for the mobs. The choice was his now Grab ahold of fame or real life. He struggled within over the dreams And indecision ended up drowning him. The crowds demanded his vibrant life But he wanted two things all at once. Could he step away from the stage for good And play a different sort of tune? A song written for the lady Who made him feel like he was human And not a flag held for the mobs. Now he hides, another face in the crowd. Forgotten by both he stands alone. An average joe wasting away He now plays at home alone, Dreaming two dreams that won’t come to pass And wishing either one would last. © 2009 John StussyReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 13, 2009 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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