Write a poem about your favorite singer/artist,or band

ure the 1 that inspires me the one that i look up to
the person that can says exactly wat my life's going through
my idol my mentor even the main reason
that i can express my emotions without bleeding
i understand that u dont even know who i am
but ure the 1 that helped me transition into a man
i still jam to "thank me later" thank u aubrey graham
for helpin me through all the thing in life i didnt really plan
damn, i mean i guess this is a thank u
for helping me believe n achieve the things that they say i cant do
thanks for all who listened n to drake from V.I.P
thanks n keep doing u till the day u rest in peace

An Open Vox  

The eerie sounds
of an open vox
a guitar howls
like a dying fox
the pictures fuzzy
but it still growls
through the TV box.

Sillouhetted by a downing sun
axe in hand
he's second to none
the pound on pound
just blasts , a timeless bomb
he died too young
did this number one.

A musical genius
from the past
who gleams through impervious
forever he will last .

All regal he stands there
bringing back to life the 60's air
although I wasn't born
I know I was there
people would stand open mouthed and stare
at an amazing figure
who outshines the sun
forever Jimi will glare
forever and always number one.

Your eyes are stars fallen from the skies
Lips seem incapable of telling any lies
My heart beats faster every time we touch
Me and you were meant to be such
Meet with tonight and we shall make love
Together well fly two birds one dove
Kiss me goodnight
Ill see you again in the dawns light:)

She is Blasphemous Girl


Bruise your knees and pray for nothing
I think she's fucking on to something
It's like she growls what's on my mind
Faith that's dead is what she finds
There is no God inside my eyes
For my sins I'm who's crucified
I wove my own crown of thorns
Just try to spite us with your scorn

"I AM A BLASPHEMOUS GIRL
I AM A BLASPHEMOUS GIRL
I AM A BLASPHEMOUS GIRL
STAB ME LIKE A STALKER
RAPE ME AND BE MY HERO"

The true muse of my addictive nature
A bitch of sin, she's no stranger
Defining the art of screaming
Unlike God she's not deceiving
She is the Horror of Beauty
Fucking sick, disgusting pretty

"TONIGHT I TESTIFY (TESTIFY)
AND YOU'VE GOT NO EXCUSE
I WON'T APOLOGIZE (TESTIFY)
WHEN I ABUSE MY MUSE
"

Relentless are the words of truth
She shrieks to me that gods a sleuth
I follow her beyond the pit
Beyond the world that is your shit
Beauty fiends we need no dicks
Beauty fiends fuck the crucifix

"WATCH ME BLEED, I'M NO BEAUTY
WATCH ME BLEED, BEAUTY FIEND
WATCH ME BLEED, I'M THE BEAUTY
WATCH ME BLEED, BEAUTY FIEND"

Brutal is her tounge of blades
Bleeding me she scars and saves
I orgasm from her spoken pleasure
Cumming from her distorted treasure
Satan cowards from her terror
Jesus conforms into martyr
They are the dogs in need of tail
She is the bitch overthrowing Hell

"EARLY MORNING EXORCISMS KEEP ME AWAKE
SEVEN STARS SURROUND ME AS I BURN LIKE A SAINT
I CAN'T REMEMBER WHY MY KNEES ARE SO SORE
THE BIBLE TELLS US MARY WAS A WHORE"

She wants me to taste her cause she's sick
If I could find her verses I'd fucking lick
She is my dirty inspiration
She is my filthy obsession
I need her lips like you need air
I need her voice so I can share
Her name with you, Tairrie B. Murphy
Her anger with you like inside me
Yeah, she is a spiteful cunt in rage
But unlike you she can't be caged

"I AM DRUNK
I AM SOBER
HEAVEN DOESN'T WANT ME
AND HELLS AFRAID I'LL TAKE OVER"

She's a sexy twisted deity
She's fucked unholy modesty
Every passion of a narcissist
She's the goddess of a realist
I am willingly her priestess
Rewriting a book of lust between us
And now we're moaning seducing Jesus
He claims he never acts on his desire
While he strokes his prick, the honest liar

"GOD WANTS A PIECE OF HER ASS
GOD WANTS A PIECE OF MY ASS
I AM A BLASPHEMOUS GIRL
I AM A BLASPHEMOUS GIRL
I AM A BLASPHEMOUS GIRL
I AM..."



Written in admiration for my most  demented lyric inspiration, Tairrie B. Murphay. Words in parenthesis are lyrics from her band, "My Ruin".

"Missing Electric Grace”
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Distinctive electric string strumming,
breathed life into my daily afflictions,
melodic addictions fueled my spirit,
soothed my soul to the realities
of living and forgiving, and bongs.
Heart of Gold struck my inner cord,
it Harvested my essence, my being,
made me a true believer, there was
Fork in the Road that confused me,
but, I found a way.  She showed me, the
Cowgirl in the Sand spouted from his band,
took me by the hand to Never-never land.
I still love her, makes me melt when I hear it.
Powderfinger never really met Cortez the Killer,
both taught me about uncontrollable violence,
we’re better off without it. Amen. The
Hippie Dreams taught me about illusions,
the pollution of a planet infected with
hate and destruction, other things, too,
it was the ultimate seduction.
The Thrashers came and did their thing as well,  
poor farmers, they didn’t  deserve any of that stuff,
screwed in the land of plenty.
Oh well,  I’ll continue going through
my life as best I can, no choice really, if it wasn’t
For the Turnstiles, I never would have had any fun.
Neil keeps hanging on to my wandering insides,
he is never hidden, just below the surface
of my outer skin, sings he is a winner to me.
We can spend hours debating this and that,
I surely wish my Old Man was still alive
to teach me the things I miss.
Like old tunes with electric grace,
Rust Never Sleeps and neither do I.
I weep remembering the amazing influence
he had on a wild-eyed kid coping with
bullshit like everybody else.

these are great

A.S.

My pinkie would've caught
you if you weren't a breath away.
The very same you took
a few moments earlier.

Led Zeppelin
Came down from the heavens
And with a mighty shout
Turned all their ears about
With the mystic guitar
And an on fire heart
A concoction of metal,
Maybe a few mentions of the devil,
Some blues,
And many melodious tunes,
Mixed in with, what I consider, original scream music
With lyrics so intuitive
And words to move my soul
Led Zeppelin, to me,
Will own a place, forever in my soul to own.

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I actually posted this poem on the site a while ago. I hope that isn't against the rules. I revised it a little bit. It's about Kurt Cobain. If you couldn't guess from my user name and profile pic, he's a big inspiration to me. This poem is kind of a collage of sorts; bits and pieces from Nirvana's music put together.

Nevermind

A memoria known round the world
All in all, you were your own
Malnourished pisces, griping about life
And the apologies, never accepted

Stuck in a magnet tar pit trap
But you'd say nevermind, no new complaints
And you were right, not the only one
Far from it, in fact

Even so, your best was your worst
But that made you warm and calm inside
No longer needing to hide in the darkness
With the lights out

You served no one, no masters or servants
But there was always something in the way
Lack of iron, so tired, you couldn't sleep
Took all the blame, thought it was all your fault

So you came and went as you were
Never knew what you wanted to be
All the angst didn't pay off too well
Because you never saw old age

You were high up in the sky
But eventually, everyone goes into the dirt
You always wanted to be dead rather than cool
Not a mean heart, but a cold one

Now you're in the sun
The day is done, and you're happy
An anemic royalty sighing eternally
On a plain, looking at the world in bloom

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Hey hey what can I say. Led Zeppelin has always and will always be my favorite Band. Robert Plant, who was a poet himself was heavily influenced by J. R. R. Tolkien, whose book series inspired lyrics in some early Led Zeppelin songs "The Battle of Evermore", "Misty Mountain Hop", "No Quarter", "Ramble On" and "Over the Hills and Far Away.

Hey hey what can I say
way Robert wear those jeans
wanna make me play

hey hey what can I do
you know I'm rocking Zep music
while I'm singing the blues

hey hey I won't go far
Page is flying over frets
when he is playing guitar

hey you   wanna have fun
we be a-drinking and a-dancin
Bonham beating his drums

hey you    kiss my sweet ass
cuz it's swinging and a shaking
Jones is banging that bass

"In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder." Stairway"






 

Believe

Simple words
Driven into my soul
By the strong lyrics
That he flows
Believe, in yourself
A strong message
thanks to Craig Mabbit
I Believe
My words will be strengthen
My fears will be shattered
My dreams will be accomplished
I believe, and that's all that matters

Strider, my man...what a fitting tribute to Neil Young.

Heart of Gold and Rust Never Sleeps were two of my faves back in college days...they still are coz' those were a few songs that I could easily play on my Gibson's ephiphone.

at the end of a nine mile skid
you'll find me on shakedown
dancing in the street

down near where the ouroboros
doubles back on itself
shocking its own strain

see me
with sample bags
stamped with a 13point bolt
that says "I am"
Handed out freely
stapled to scarlet begonias

Sharing the women
sharing the wine
we are the heart of gold band
we'll try just a little bit harder
to make it further

living a miracle, everyday

and the band kept playin on
setting us on fire
She told me goodbye
but meant, don't leave
I know better
than to ever trust a prankster





(i directly quoted or paraphrased many of these lines from my favorite band)