Legionnaire Posted March 30, 2006 Share Posted March 30, 2006 What's true? That in reflection a guitar cannot be played, without strings; without frets; without a neck; without a satin coated body? Efforts and effects in vain I suspect. Fleetingly in the denim caverns of frayed and broken jeans breathed a vinyl instrument of that reminisced of broken strings and blown amps. Efforts and effects in vain I suspect. Distortion ran rampant, the decibels draining the silence out like a winter's carnage. Drifts piling up, I trapped inside a snow cone machine. Efforts in vain I suspect. The effects are unknown. Frozen on pause, an ice sculpture on a winters day in the dead of June the amps turned on, strings from the sun fretted my head and neck, the spring thaw picking my body. Efforts now operational. Effects soon would be evident. The drops from my prison gravitated downward, hitting the ground a somber drum beat increased as the measures wore on, notes going deep for my heart. Efforts and effects now harmonizing together. I reach into my pocket I pick you, and compose the sounds that you mean to me. My eyes looking at you as if they where possessed by symbols. My touch as if it was Guitar being kissed on every fret. My heart beating like a drum. Effort……….Effect……. Love Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
yeawutever Posted April 4, 2006 Share Posted April 4, 2006 Cooooooooooolllll, where you get that poem from? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Legionnaire Posted April 4, 2006 Author Share Posted April 4, 2006 Thanks for the response Ailec. Lol, believe it or not, I wrote that poem formy girlfriend to show her how much she means to me and how she has changed my life for the better. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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