let me sway
to the frenetic sound of the lead guitar
let the base come in and rock my world
and rhythm will always be there to sooth my soul
...
I rode into town
My guns shining
In the afternoon sun
Little weasel eyes disappears
...
You are my Red Light District
The old Willow tree i sit under
You are my friend
My lover
...
Eating grass
Nothing to do
It's a beautiful South African summer's day,
...
the orange color slowly
turns to black
the moon says hello
with it's shiny silvery face instead
...
It's 3 o' clock in the morning
The stars don't look so bright
I can feel a cold wind blowing
Round my ears tonight
...
I'm holding on to a dream
holding on to see you scream
holding on the only pair of shoes I've got
...
i'm a 56 year old ex bookshop owner, was born in Springs and now lives in Benoni. my poetry is driven by emotion and passion rather than technical ability. i love heavy metal music, and my website www.loveisbooksandmusic.co.za is one of my hobbies. i believe everybody should write at least one poem in their lifetime, BECAUSE IT'S GOOD FOR THE SOUL.)
Guitar Man
let me sway
to the frenetic sound of the lead guitar
let the base come in and rock my world
and rhythm will always be there to sooth my soul
give me a guitar
that gently weeps
give me a guitar
that speaks the only language we need to speak
forget about classic
forget about jazz
forget about the blues
give me the eruption and emotion
the crying out in pain
of a heavy metal band
don't let their music
all be in vain
give me
jimmy page and throw in Hendrix
if you want to
let me play you a love song
through the eyes of Kurt Cobain