the word of the day... nostalgia.

I've been thinking about the past five years of my life and i came up with the wonderful times in my life were back in '04. I finished my general ed. in college and started driving around a rock 'n roll band from place to place; late night drives, noises in the dark, not an ounce of sleep, because I was paranoid that they might have some crazy prank up their sleeves. there was nothing too fun or too crazy that they can think of. but of course most of time I wasn't there when they did pull their shenanigans on their unsuspecting victims. Sleeping was a risk around them when they were awake, so I waited them out.
I starting to feel old as of late. I'm lazier and fatter than I was. This job has worn me down to calm and edgy. not zealful and edgy. but still edgy.
I wonder if could last those nights if put back in those positions? anyway I started writing a poem about those days. well that least some of them. here is some of it:

Out for Blood

I remember playing
Music was the life
Party in the alley
fire lights up the night
the stage blaired out loud
the girls and boys
danced, pushed and shoved
they were out for blood

(those were the days)
guitars cracked, drums smashed,
fingers bled, bass slapt,
the firey crowd roared as flames grew higher
cast down bodies, dance with fire,
fist punching air, push next to you
kick the floor, shove them away
we're Out for blood

those nights ran late,
through out the night,
the smoke in the alley
puffed pass midnight,
walk the street,
pass Allen way,
Elmorro was the spot of the day
where the boys and girls
came to dance, push, and shove
they came out for blood.

I was listenin to too cheesy punk music then this stuff came to mind. the stuff some might call street punk but it don't have gumpion or what it takes to be from the street. I don't like it but it's the way it is writen. it lacks heart... and punch... message...