Aesthetically Me
Metallica’s the SOUND of
my soul and wires me live
Pantera massages my soul
and makes me cry and thrill to be alive
Black Sabbath soothes my
soul, comforts and kisses
Bob Seger explains and
ensures romantic regrets, those damn misses
Lamb of God allows me to
scream out at the world free from guilt
Sepultura shouts my
antipathy for belief that disingenuous quilt
Never afraid of my
feelings and secure in my Identity
Rock out and don’t want to
let go infinitely
Jedidiah my Identity, my
existence, my being - lets me flow
Naked strings of metal red
hot in the afterglow
Words once strung
revealing the abstracts with overflow
Disdain for those afraid
to shatter themselves into cinders that glow
Paint yourself in truth
without the weakness of disguise
Down into time justice of
the artistic arrogance breaks a guise
The shifting mind until
Identity is reached
No resistance can endure for the courageous want it breached
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