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Aspirations of a Rock Star

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Alone in your room
Through the stale air of the dark
The tortured sounds
of the guitar
The satanic rumble
of the bass
The percussive symphony
of the drums.

All of the passion and power
Of raw rock'n'roll
Coarsing through your soul.

Now you have reached nirvana
In a mythical, sensual world
The stage.

Guitar in your hand
Mic at your lips
You croom
You bark
you yelp
You howl
Out your soul.

You are a god
One with the music.
You are liberated
From a pessimistic world
To an idealic fantasy.



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iluvsoccer50 said...
May 30, 2009 at 1:29 am
This is a really good poem. You just need to work a little more on its rythum. I like the part about being liberated from the world! Keep writing!
 
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