Wrote this not long after getting a great guitar for an even great price at a pawn shop. I will probably perform it tonight if I feel I know it good enough.

It is semi finals to go to nationals.


I want to love
I want to fucking love
and not that human instinctual family love
not that 8th grade luv ya love
not that dirty dick ass fucking cunt licking love

I want to love
to be suprised, shocked, enthralled, ecstatic,
I want my jaw to drop
my heart to stop
my legs to shake
my voice to break
my eyes to tear
my ears to hear
my hands to tremble
I want to break and never ever think to reassemble

I want to love

like I did when I first heard the Beatles
singing:
Strawbery Fields Forever under
Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds as we walk
The Long and Winding Road singing with
Blackbirds till finally
Here Comes the Sun
making us Come Togeather
after the Hard Day's Night
and it's all Hello Goodbye
but it would be nothing without a little help of my friends

I want to love

like I did when I got my first truck
Covered in pealing paint chips
Transmission drips
Gas gulps not sips
300 horsepower small block 350
and heaven on wheels is all I see

yes, I want to love like when I tasted grandma's home-made tortillas wrapped around heavenly mouth fulls of charizo arousing taste buds to degrees unmeasurable with numbers or words
and most recently

I want to love like I did when I strummed the strings of a 1976 Alvarez Model No. 5046!
My fingers going through their usual spasmatic routine that on any other guitar would make sounds so horrid they could offend the saintly Mother Teresa so much she would rise from the dead and spit up strings of curse words that a million sailors couldn't dream up in a million years. Yet the sound was not as I was used to, it was more like 14 of the worst angels in heaven just giving it a shot in the special olympics of choir, and to me, to me it was the most beautiful sound in the world.

so when I say I want to love you

I want to love you like I'd love the Beatles reincarnated, jamming out on the bed of my truck, playing my Alvarez as I sit and eat some of my grandma's home-made cooking.

and now I'm asking

Will you be my song,
my ride,
my reliever of hunger,
and despite my spasmatic routines will you play for me heavenly symphonies?

And lastly...If I will be your Skreech will you be my Violet?





The last line was added a few weeks after I wrote the poem to satisfy a joke between alot of us poets since people joke about my similairities with Skreech in Saved by the Bell lol.

This post was edited by Symptom on Feb 5 2008 02:47pm

I like it, a lot. It's not a very traditional poem but it's got spunk and it's graphic, in a good way.

Well there is a little bit of a difference between regular poetry and spoken word poetry. I generally write more poetic pieces but this is more prose I guess. Thank you for the feedback

i liked you second stanza and last part of the piece.
although im a bit bias on non rhyming peotry so i'm a bit more difficult to impress, dont take it hard if i dont care for it

I always get the word bias mixed up as to weather it means you like it more or less.

I generally rhyme 100% in my poems but it seems when it comes to performing everyone likes my stuff that doesn't rhyme.

bias means you do like it more OR you like it less. in this case im bias against it.