CPPoetry

Give me the beat of  a slow heartbeat.

A slow rumble, calling us home,
Giving us the freedom to roam.
Increase the tempo,
Pace us into cardio.
Then take us to our peak,
Bodies ache and our hearts shriek.
The pied piper of the beating drum,
Remain calm, walk, don't run.
Wondering if this is heaven or is this hell?
Like Pavlov's dogs we salivate at the sound of the bell.
Unleash the beast, 
So we can feast.

Flowing on that bass,
Through time and space.
Trap us to the very core,
The low strum that we adore.
Take it low, below the belt,
Pulsating rhythm like we’ve never felt.
Move our feet to the beat,
Make some noise and stamp our feet.
Support your local freak in a skirt,
No time like the present, to convert.

Pressure stroke from heavens sent,
Emotional cry and our time is spent.
Finger tips glide along those strings,
These are a few of our favourite things.
Taking it rough with the smooth,
As our spines shiver to the groove.
Just reach out and play with us,
Because no-one does it better than John does.

Shut… Your… Mouth…
With the audacity to play with our mind,
The puppet master of our kind.
A voice of a king upon his throne, 
Don't leave us empty and alone.
With your words you tear the flesh from our bones,
Your tongue laps the blood off our wounds.
And kiss it better with your lips,
Fragrant anger from your hips.

In our lives you are the sounds and sights,
That brightens even the darkest nights.
In our dreams you weave,
Granting pleasure to believe.
An emotional rollercoaster ride,
There's nowhere for us to run and hide.
The good, the bad, happy or sad,
Your music makes us all so glad.

For now I bid you all a good night,
Close my eyes to lose sight.
And now my poems end,
Finger poised to click send.

So come on now, you Red Hot Chili Boys…
It's time for you…
To make some noise!