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I am of two minds here, so I will let people comment before explaining, never the less this is somewhat of a bio and a love story, and a story that tells you in life, not all things are black and white.

Notes:

I will attempt to explain this, as best I can. This is a work in progress, and I hope a trilogy of poems, based or starting with the life of Alice Cooper. The poem is meant to be, to a certain extent a little mixed up, incoherent as was his life as a Star and suffering from alcohol addiction.

He was indeed a colorful character, and he says that part of his addiction was in becoming the persona on stage that he created “Alice Cooper” He was also in my opinion a great musician and I was told classically trained. ( I can find no evidence of this )

He is known as the father of “Shock Rock” and there are numerous stories, some true and some urban legend, but regardless a great entertainer.

In the poem, I tried to weave both his life story, lines from his lyrics and a few similes. He became the person he was on stage, fueling his addiction, conquering this addiction is a story on to itself. He fell in love with a younger woman Sheryl Goddard, and even though they got divorced, they quickly re-united. A love story that rather than fairy tale, was of two people than made it through very difficult times.

After overcoming his alcohol addiction, he became addicted to yet something else, Golf. Something is wife teases about; she can accept this kind of addiction. My own father does not Golf, he is GOLF. This to say there are a number of minor events, things in life that somehow are interchangeable between myself and him, ok even if I am stretching the imagination here.

Thus the trilogy to come. I will leave it to you all to judge, and part of me thinks these poems are genius, another thinks pure garbage, and even scarier  than that , is they are simply mediocre ramblings.

If we don’t try, we will never know, I rather fail, than do nothing.

Also I for sure think this style of poem is to be recited aloud, they say all poems are, but I see some that for sure this is true.

Those who email me, look forward to suggestions and this being a draft will change over time.

Cooper is a Brit car Alice sleeps on a bed of nails Million dollar babies’ applause Tomorrow’s yuppies Headless chickens twirl on stage Vodka inside the mind Alice fell down the well Classical music was weeping in the clouds Welcome to my nightmare Alice I love you to death Killer Golfer Dreamer Villains dancing on graves Butchered baby dolls Make great dead babies sacrifices Black widows love young boys Rolls Royce rock and roll The spot light takes its toll Formula 1 was a dead end race Beer and cartoons day by day Just a little insane, insane Insane Was the dead mans game Blood flows on gold rimmed toilets Crimson theatrics sucking life’s womb Monster Alice became the baby Who had to go home Preachers son, love never undone Coffins ready, graves already dug Rock stars all crawling on the dung Only women bleed Only men plead For the open seeds Cheryl this is your song This is your voyage Running in circles Running in whiskey dreams Skinned alive Fame and the devil No more Mr. nice guy Stuck inside Stuck in the dark Demons and piano keys I have become Alice I have become my dream I have become my demon Hold me tight Let me see the light Cheryl saw me die Poison Back to life Eighteen again Eighteen more holes I love you Cheryl

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 8/10/2015 3:44:00 PM
I like this because you explained it to me first. Maybe I would never have understood all the symbolism as well without knowing the things in your note telling us about his wife , his new passion for golf, etc. I LOVE that song Only Women Bleed. So I loved that part of the poem rhymed with only men plead (some women too !) This style reminds me of that Blitz style Debs wants us to do. I bet it could be adapted into a blitz, but not as good. Howevr, if you want to enter Deb's contest, try it!
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Date: 8/10/2015 5:31:00 PM
Thanks Andrea, thats why I thought, this is a poem to be read aloud to an audience and explained or discussed either before or after, I may still touch this up a little. Seren guessed the whole story before I put up the notes! :) Hugs
Date: 8/10/2015 7:21:00 AM
The first cassette tape I ever owned was Alice Cooper (hmm wonder why I tempt the darkness). You fit in quite a few of his songs into this write, and it takes a trip through the insanity. like a spiral, each line stand alone and circles in a drain to the one before. Interesting.
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Arthur Vaso
Date: 8/10/2015 5:34:00 PM
Thanks Cas, was funny as the poem you did at the same time was very similar "Into Darkness" hugs
Date: 8/9/2015 3:44:00 PM
Is it Alice Cooper whose real name is vincent was married to a Sheryl am I near the truth?....Seren
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Date: 8/9/2015 9:03:00 PM
Yes Seren, you guessed 100% correct, added some notes, thanks!!

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