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    Author: JetPilot
    ASL Info:    18/m/ont
    Elite Ratio:    4.37 - 46/30/15
    Words: 153
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Description:
       Dedicated to my Gibson J-200.


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    My fingers are becoming very agile,
    no words are needed for this melody.
    Iím weaving in between six wires,
    and finding my way between harmonics.
    Itís not as simple as it looks or sounds,
    my hands are like paintbrushes,
    and on these twenty-one frets,
    Iím about to paint my masterpiece.
    If these notes were words,
    this would be the novel of my life.
    If this body and neck were alive
    I would surely be in love.
    This has been my gate,
    it has kept me sane,
    it listens when no one else is around,
    itís more of a ďpersonĒ then anyone
    I have come to know or love.
    And now my calloused fingers
    are starting to bleed,
    so I better put it away for a night.
    Let my fingers recover,
    and tomorrow...
    Tomorrow Iíll start again.




    Submitted on 2006-05-28 08:29:29     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      nice poem. I wish I'd kept it up. my son has one now, although it's not a Gibson and not nearly as special. I hope you keep at it and become very famous indeed. I love how you personify the guitar and you are in love in a way! nice write here!
    | Posted on 2006-05-28 00:00:00 | by sierramuse8 | [ Reply to This ]
      Ha. I love this poem. I can actually see you playing the guitar in this one. I play as well so things seemed to describe what i do as well. I really liked the way everything flows. i really enjoyed this. usually i don't comment unless i have advice to offer, but i suppose your poem was one of those special cases... enjoy
    | Posted on 2006-05-28 00:00:00 | by Esophagus1 | [ Reply to This ]
      this is cool. Like both of the comments under me I also play, and I completely agree with you. When no one else was there for me, my music was. Its helped me get through tougher times than anything else in this world. Just out of curiosity, what kind of amp do you have, not many people in my area play and I just love tech, knowing whats in a rig along with whats coming out of it. Just wondering, keep up the good work.

    peace
    -jarrett
    | Posted on 2006-06-09 00:00:00 | by awasteoftime | [ Reply to This ]


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