Dreams of Microphones and Music

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A long nursed dream I've had of being a performer. I'm not sure I'll get there but it's nice to have a dream, and I'm pretty persisnant.

Submitted: November 29, 2007

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"It was the roar of the crowd that gave me heartache to sing" -My Chemical Romance, Disenchanted.(Gerard A. Way)

They're screaming my name.

Mine.

My mind buzzes with a million and one thoughts.
Memories of being in that crowd,
chanting lyrics like prayers
each word more holy than the last as they fell from my lips
and I praised those singers
worshipped those MCs
hailed those musicians.
I Devoted myself to live for the beats and melodies they gave to me
preaching my sins like gospel, with the ever-living message,
"I've been there."

You couldn't pull my heart out of their hands if you tried,
without the safety blanket of crotchets and minims i might have died.
Sweet melodic voices and mind blowing lyrics shape my world.
Guitar riffs, hip hop beats and bass lines like no other, colour it
and a live performance that makes every fibre of my being scream,
"This is what I want"
brings that world to life.

Now i'm on that stage.
I'm looking down at the hundreds of thousands of black and white lives.
Ready to be
shaped,
coloured,
and brought to life.
The hearts I hold in my hands I must keep safe
and guide in the right direction.
I must stand up here on this altar and preach sermons to make or break them.
To separate the Martyrs from the Judas'
And let those die-hards live on
In, with and after me.

I dive, headfirst into the accolade,
and with microphone in hand.
I sing, scream and chant that ever living message,
"I've been there,"
and watch my disciples hearts swell and burst out through their vocal chords.

Screaming my name.

Mine.


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