rock and roll

[drea]

welcome to my little crescendo
in my tiny redundant symphony
violins play thier stupid little strings
and im standing here with a dumb little stick in my hand
waving it about like a crazed maniac
trying to create something beautiful
out of a pile of broken dusty woodwinds
popped guitar strings and splintered reeds
but im trying
trying to worm my way into that rock and roll mind
where i can strike the right chord
and peer into your passion
maybe from there i can escape this medium
and enter a place where my music is on sheets
and not trapped in the mind of a rock and roll boy
when i can find a home in your spoken word
and not in the lyrical mishaps of some random song
that im left to interpret
a childish hopeful mind
"is it for me...?"
but youve gotta leave me hanging
on every last sharp and flat
but its ok
because it seems ive fallen
for yet another dissolusioned soul
saddened in his own chuck taylors
his spiky hair apparently causing a ruckous in his life
his stupid little life
....that ive become to enamored by
so i write my meandering symphony
ill arrange my chords in a mess, for you
ill mingle notes and keys with some strings of my own life
for a song youll never listen to
for a song ill never sing
that one song that killed me
that single stupid song
that you wrote through me.
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there is freedom within/ there is freedom without/ try to catch the deluge in a paper cup/ theres a battle ahead/many battles are lost/but youll never see the end of the road when youre traveling with me....NF.

 

[Nietzche]

Boy howdy drea, the avid fan base you have picked up over your poetry is well deserved. I cannot tell you how pleased it makes me to know that my fellow bluelighters have good taste in poetry.

Every poem you have written that I have read has touched my on some personal level, but this reaction comes as no surprise (I clearly see why it is that Sara has become so enamored with you writing). Perhaps one of the features that makes your writing so unique is it ability to tap into something that is uniquely human, something archetypal. This quality you embody is very rare in writers, yet when it is present, very noticeable.
But more specifically, toward this particular poem, I compliment you on your beautifully interwoven symbolism, its simplicity, and how well you have carried it as a controlling theme throughout the poem. Beyond this feature, you also write with a degree of consistent brilliance. Lines and verses such as

trying to create something beautiful
out of a pile of broken dusty woodwinds
popped guitar strings and splintered reeds

and

ill mingle notes and keys with some strings of my own life
for a song youll never listen to
for a song ill never sing
that one song that killed me
that single stupid song
that you wrote through me.

clearly expose this brilliance.
Anyway, just wanted to take the time to let you know that your work is appreciated, and well deserving of this treatment. Props to you drea, please continue writing. What you produce will always be exceptional.
[This message has been edited by Nietzche (edited 24 July 2001).]

 

[drea]

i am incredibly flattered by what you have said....thank you, ever so much