Kohl laden eyes does not hide
The driving force of what's inside,
The glittering beat is flowing in streams
Of laser beams and glam rock dreams.
You can shimmy and you can shake,
No matter what, you'll never break;
You'll continue to glitter glow,
Just sway and go with the flow.
You can feel the driving beat
From your head down to your feet,
And when the lights come alive,
You are in the mood to jive.
Stand a foot above the ground
And dance to the driving sounds,
The glittering beat is flowing in streams
Of laser beams and glam rock dreams.
I dream of Brian, Mick, Andy and Steve,
Known as the Sweet, how they did leave
Their mark on a movement known as glam rock,
A movement that shook, a movement that shocked.
These years have passed and they still shine,
Their energy blows my mind;
The magic of so long ago
And they still glitter glow.
Although Brian and Mick have left to the skies,
I still see them when I shut my eyes;
Even in death, they travel in streams
Of laser beams and glam rock dreams.
*NOTE: I struggled with this poem as I'd been having a long bout of writer's block. I'd appreciate any feedback.
The driving force of what's inside,
The glittering beat is flowing in streams
Of laser beams and glam rock dreams.
You can shimmy and you can shake,
No matter what, you'll never break;
You'll continue to glitter glow,
Just sway and go with the flow.
You can feel the driving beat
From your head down to your feet,
And when the lights come alive,
You are in the mood to jive.
Stand a foot above the ground
And dance to the driving sounds,
The glittering beat is flowing in streams
Of laser beams and glam rock dreams.
I dream of Brian, Mick, Andy and Steve,
Known as the Sweet, how they did leave
Their mark on a movement known as glam rock,
A movement that shook, a movement that shocked.
These years have passed and they still shine,
Their energy blows my mind;
The magic of so long ago
And they still glitter glow.
Although Brian and Mick have left to the skies,
I still see them when I shut my eyes;
Even in death, they travel in streams
Of laser beams and glam rock dreams.
*NOTE: I struggled with this poem as I'd been having a long bout of writer's block. I'd appreciate any feedback.
