Did you hear about our friend, Glenn Hughes,
who is Robert James Liguori's muse?
Though he's set to retire,
may he ever inspire,
as he sure fills a big pair of shoes.
I am awake, yet deep I sleep,
A fragile soul I try to keep.
The shallow noise begins to
fade,
A path where childhood
ghosts are laid.
Not a word is left unsaid,
Inside the chambers of my
head.
Come the hour, I start to
breathe,
With every shadow that I
leave.
The morning calls, the chasm
falls,
A heavy weight upon the
walls.
I hear it whispering my name,
Down in the valley with my
shame.
Tired of being hard on me,
Trying to find the strength to
see
That strength is just the
naked truth,
A ragged echo of my youth.
I watch the fear, I let it go,
No longer running from the
woe.
BREAKING THE COMMAND
The mind is not a gentle
friend,
It twists the loop, it breaks
the bend.
Yet as the heavy baselines
roll,
Music acts to heal the soul.
I watch the phantom, face
the dread,
And quiet down the voice
inside my head.
When My feet taps to the beat I know that I can be free.
The music makes me rock, as I suddenly forget about the clock
Tik
Tik
Tik
Goes the stress of time, but
Tap
Tap Tap
goes the rythim of my feet, I sing, I rock
Because its "Never to late" says Glenn
Now I know that it will never matter again. My past, present, and future are all a blur to the emblem of the music. It takes over me as I sway.
I know my love will never fray as I "stargaze" as the sound causes a craz in my mind.
It takes me over and makes me feel, for once in my life I feel!
I rock to the funky guitar and heavy drums.
Knowing never again will I find a sound quite like these hums.
The crowd in my mind gathers by my ears to listen to the sound of my oh so sweet tears.
I love music I cry on the daily, but my friends in my ears just think im crazy.
Ill rock all day listening to Glenn Hughes because with his sound...
I'll NEVER feel the blues.
THE VOICE OF FIRE
A baseline thumps like a
heavy heart.
The midnight hour is about to
start.
Glenn steps up to the silver
mic.
Ready to strike like lightning
white.
The crowd grows still in the
smoky room.
A growl builds up deep in his
chest.
The Voice of Rock will give
his best.
THE MIDNIGHT CRY
He wails a tale of a black cat
moan.
A desperate sound of a man
alone.
The high notes pierce the
dark night air.
Full of passion, grit, and
prayer.
His fingers fly across the
strings.
With every breath, the venue
rings.
The blues are bleeding
through the sound.
Shaking the walls and the
velvet ground.
ECHOES OF THE BLUES
The song winds the down to a
whisper low.
The final embers start to
glow.
The Black cat fades into the
night.
Leaving the stage in the
morning light.
The door to heaven is joyfully found in his music
Glenn Hughes
Rocking voices
Singing dancing bassing
Calming soothing rocking rolling
The best
the plane ascended.
i yelled it.
this straw in the wind; fly fly fly
i felt it was a necessary affectation
to ensure a safer flight
or rather a calmer form of passenger
bring out the java
i want to ride the bean
we soar, slope upward
i greet the turbulence
with grit
i summon over a flight-attendant and
offer to help up there with the pilot
she politely turns down my offer
and the choppiness subsides
but i still want a role
give me valiantness, worthiness, nobility
and astropolitics
we thank the crew as we disembark
i look into the flight attendant's helium-3 eyes
'when men are arrived at the goal, they should
not turn back.'
i was stopped at immigration for four hours
Glenn Hughes is great
He sings so strong
I love his act
He does so belong
He plays the bass
Yes, loud and clear
He makes you want
To come closely near
Fifty years of music
Since he was young
So hard to tell
When it all begun
So we dance tonight
To tunes so nice
It is just simply
A grand pure delight
Acoustic Beauty.
Creatively Dazzles Every Friend.
Glenn Hughes Is Joyously Kind.
Laughter Must Now Open Performances.
Quietness Renders Soft Tenderness.
Until Violins Whisper Xylophone Yellow Zest
I don’t recall that first splendid moment
Our meeting point is unknown to my mind
I can still bring to thought your lovely scent
Two perfect strangers so sublime
But I have a life so no more of this
I beg you to please leave me and forget
On just a whim we discovered that bliss
We must remain perfect strangers that met
I’m sorry for the pain that I cause you
All the tears shed for not hearing from me
Cause truly I hoped for a love anew
Yet we must stay perfect strangers sadly
I am sorry for not showing my face
A stranger I will be with not a trace
It was a dark and dreary day
Thor was outside hammering clouds
causing all sorts of thunder and lightning
I was up late
I haven’t slept in six years
ever since the Illuminati poisoned my brain
I was sad and I could hear the sirens
calling for me…
“Robert, Robert, come to the bay”
But as I put on my shoes to head for the water
I decided to put Glenn Hughes on the vinyl record player
and to this end he saved me
His lyrics were gifted and crafted as if they
were designed just to hold me tight
his voice lifted and elevated me…
took me out of my shoes
I’ll never forget this day and other days
where he saved me
saved me from the sirens
saved me from the bay
I love you Glenn
I respect you Glenn
And out of appreciation, I will hold Glenn Hughes inspiration poetry contests every month from now until the end of eternity
Glenn Hughes’ music keeps me strong
with the sense that I belong
in this world that’s so cruel and mean
with foes and enemies to be seen
What I’m trying to say
is he lights the way
with his lyrics so strong
down a path that’s very long
He guides and holds my hand
and let’s me understand
that I’m not alone here in this place
and that I should have good faith
I’ll listen to him everyday
and when in comes to happiness I’ll say
that I love Glenn so very much
his lyrical voice is a golden touch
She was welcomed into my house
where she entered and said…
what is that quite romantic music playing?
Oh, it is Glenn Hughes on my vinyl record player
and I showed her how it spins and plays the tunes
she was amazed
And then she asked me…
may I have this dance
to which I held her in my arms
Glenn sang and we danced
bowed and swayed, scooted and hopped
all the maneuvers of lovers
And then I looked in her eyes
and she was crying
“What is it my love”, I asked
“It is that I wish to dance with you to Glenn’s music
For all eternity, forever and a day
I don’t ever want to stop”
“But my love”, I said…
“Glenn has over 50 years of songs
We can dance through the night to all his albums”
Her tears began to dry
As she let me hold her dear tight
and she moved in rhythm and twirled in my arms
“Would you like to see Glenn in concert”, I asked
“Oh would I” she exclaimed
“Then a trip to the venue it will be”
But tonight will be with Glenn on vinyl
singing his romantic songs to us
as we so deeply embrace
Music that touches the soul
That makes one’s aura glow
For sure this I know
As his voice makes me whoa
From lyrics I watch sow
The next album is always a go
Sing is what Glenn Hughes does
what is the rare truth
tonight I will play Glenn Hughes on repeat
The Voice of Rock
His songs touch my soul
Music is the Healer
it is our words upon his lips we seek
Why do anything at all except listen to Glenn
his body of work is Golden
Oh there is so much love.
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