Blue notes weave around
My nervous system
Stunning me
Into submission
Opiate of the consciousness
Vibrates throughout
My central core
You flood my aura
With large slices
Of you
I want more...
Your music makes love
To me
Freely
Without ties
You have power
To sting me into a coma
Or sooth me to serenity
Drum beat echoes earth beginnings
Guitar screams in agony
Your voice liquidises bone marrow
Lyrics electrify the mind
Social consciences teased and taunted
As you rip accepted notions
To strips of flesh
Swallowing them
Digesting them to nought
With your acid
Before serving them up anew
As your offering to me
Author notes
Option 2 (A strange kind of love)
This is about my strange kind of love and respect for Peter Tagtgren, whose bands include Hypocrisy (death metal) and Pain (industrial metal).
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A contest entry
- A contest of interesting proportions! by sounds like rain.
650 points, ended January 2, 2008, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Please tell me what you think
Comments
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You have a wonderfull way to expressing yourself. I have always admire you so much for that. Excellent poem
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I enjoy the way this poem shows how much his music effects you -- the way it reverberates to your core. You use some great and interesting imagery to describe the feelings that consume while listening to his music. You give the music a bit of personification initially, and as the poem goes o the music becomes part of him, and then finally you become part of the music. I also find it interesting how the words in this poem sway back and forth between soft, sweet-sounding words and hard, painful ones. Thanks very much for sharing this with me; I liked it.
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metalurgy on a stick...
a smooth perception of liquid terminology pins you down, but only in the purest definition of the term. love some of your phrases amassed in correlation here, Ms. Light. Severed.
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Like this one. There are many sides to our minds, some of which are not even entirely understood by ourselves. The words on this page might one time in the future remind us of where we used to be in the past. The musical skills were amazing indeed. Thank you for creating and sharing. Take care,
AD
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