Guitar man

illia

Hundred miles an hour 

Just to get to me

One way traffic 

Bypass the poppy field 

Tyre tracks across my back 

I know I had my fun

You me and Joe

Going anywhere with that gun

Hand in hand across that promise land

Arrived too soon

They picked your soul to sand

Purple field's of a Heathers view 

Towers across the morning dew

A life lived in such a short time 

That guitar rhythm and blues 

Words of wisdom 

Metaphors and signs 

God save that electric sound

Dead and buried 

In the hallowed ground 

Aged fine with red wine 

Matured sounds

Across that devided line

Legendary for ever more

Elegant artistry 

Rock star playing flames upon the floor. 

  • Author: illia (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 19th, 2022 17:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

    I canโ€™t help but to think of Jimi Hendrix as I read this beautiful poem youโ€™ve penned. Thanks soooo much for sharing.๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ•Š๐ŸŒž

    • illia

      You are bang on. I'm glad my words are there to see. Thank you so much for your comment.

      • FallenAngel1๐Ÿ•Š

        Itโ€™s plain as day for any Hendrix fan to see.Bravo!๐ŸŒนTake a bow and shine bright๐ŸŒŸ๐Ÿฅ‚๐ŸŒž๐Ÿ•Š



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