Heavy Metal Memories
19 November, 2005
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
I listen to the heavy metal music
ripping into another time and place
When the heart was young and driven
through the desires of youth
Animalistic yearnings screaming to be released
Pumping and grinding to the melodic powerful rhythm guitar
Dancing to a pounding drum beat
Searching for potential 'slam victims' for the night's take out
Closing my eyes, I'm taken back
to a dark land of fantasy and Rock n Roll
A fever washes over me as I smell the scents of the creatures of the night
Provoking the hunt of sexual desires
Short skirts, black leather, lace, and fish nets,
High hair, make-up, dog collar, and spike heals
Every night Halloween, anything goes
Nothing permanent, but enough for the night
Lustful youth, call of the wild
Passions brought forth by needs to be filled
Immediate gratifications of a sacrificial play
Grabbing onto the rocket heading to paradise
Stiff propositions of the night tasted
The hunger is fed with the heat of flesh
Driving me to where I want to be
Music upholding the moment
As the metal grinds down and dawn comes
Picking up the strewn remnants of the nights passions
I turn on the radio and hear a familiar guitar melody
That calls to my wild side making me smile a knowing, lustful smile
------- Author's Notes -------
Just some of my memories of my youth
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Tammy (126.96.36.199) -- Saturday, November 19 2005, 05:17 pm|
Aw yes these memories, we were the youth gone wild!!! Great Poem as always!!!!
|Rick (188.8.131.52) -- Sunday, November 20 2005, 06:12 pm|
I have been too many sites. For i love to read and write prose. Some are fare. Most of them are good.
But/ Than there are the ones that are outstanding. This one belongs in that category. Beautiful ---- just simply beautiful/ At 65 I am in the September years of my youth. Every once and a while ----
it is nice to fly back to that time. To reminisce from the crystals in my eyes. I am glad, I was in the right place at the right time. To read these wondrous lines. Thank you for your thoughts and feelings
|Colin (184.108.40.206) -- Tuesday, April 7 2009, 05:38 pm|
Pete Townshend once wrote: I hope I die before I get old!
And when we get there - we write - I hope I get old before I die!
As Danny and the Juniors once sang:
Rock 'n roll is here to stay. Just like your words!
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