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Stood upon high…
Hypnotizing the crowd…
Fucking the music…
Playing it loud…
A travelling goddess…
Cool majestic queen…
Synchronised movements…
Forcing a scream…
A lady, no saint…
Assuming control…
The relentless beat…
Soothing the soul…
Strong willed woman…
Is she a witch…
Dark and mysterious…
In any language…
Sexual tension…
Circles the hall…
She owns the stage…
Spellbinding them all…
Words are honest…
Leaving their mark…
Infecting the ears…
Punching the stomach…
The guitar in hand…
Is weapon of choice…
Whilst mesmerizing…
With her haunting voice…
And penetrating stare…
Surveying the faces…
Gathered at her feet…
From far flung places…
Descending into them…
At one with it all…
Lost in the music…
They break her fall…
Regaining the high ground…
Loved by the crowd…
She’s fucking electric…
An angel fallen from clouds…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
I am no musician but I love to act on stage. There is nothing like a riveting live performance whether it musical or theatrical. I’m off to rehearsal! My characters name is Uccisione which roughly translates to the kill. I hope I do!
Thanks Keith – agreed – you can’t beat a live performance! Cheers J
Very good music and amazing poetry. I like honest and direct words. Your words are.
Thanks for your kind words John – Cheers J
Very mysterious… I like it! ^^
I actually thought this was one of my more direct poems – not normally so! Cheers J
haha..very direct..sex and music..music and sex..sex is music..music is sex…lost in that great fucking drug in the moment…used to live this..love this one
And you read my mind… 😉 Glad you connected and thanks for stopping by – Cheers J