His Base Guitar

As he strums the strings on that base guitar
The rhythmic sounds move me.
I grab a hold of this mic and these words
flow through me, lyrically
Letting you get to know me
As I bare my soul poetically.

I'm a slave to this movement
Who am I kidding?
Unwilling to break from the words that hold me captive
They shackle my brain
Demand my obedience during the time the music plays
My body sways while my lips conjure phrase after phrase.

As he strums the strings on that base guitar
The rhythmic sounds move me.
Causing relaxation in my mind and body
Fighting with the good and evil within..
Hearing both the Angel and Devil whispering
While the melody is floating
Daring me to use my verbal weaponry for fun
My words the bullets
My lips the gun..
Aimed and fired at everyone.
Allowing me to speak fluently of the truths I see
Unable to break free from this harmony...
Controlled by this imaginary alphabet penitentiary

As he strums the strings on that base guitar for me.

Lady R © 2013