Poetry

King

You don’t need a crown
to rule over people’s minds.
You don’t need a thrown
to have the respect of others.
All you need is:
voice
brain
cause
image

Look at him!
He beats his chest with his ways,
not his hands.
They all listen – and stare.
They follow because he had a voice.
He made them believe they needed a cause.
He was the cause.
You see – he has a brain.
His image was power because
from the beginning he was King.
No need to say you’re king
if you believe you’re king.
People follow if you believe.
Now he rules them;
quite simple really.

Don’t call me that

Did I give you permission?
I don’t believe I did…
They tormented me with that name;
The damage is done.
And my name is ruined…
It only holds the pain
That bursts at the sound of my name!
Do you know how much it hurts,
Hurts for your own name
To be your biggest tormentor?

So wait until you call me that,
Wait for eternity!
The scars will always be there;
The pain never goes away;
This is what it feels like to be dirt,
Dirt that they threw in my face.

Don’t call me that
Don’t call me that
Don’t call me that

DON’T!

Something not everything

Stand for something…
Not everything.
Don’t be a Jack-of-all-trades
spread too thin, too wide –
for what?
Everything else suffers…
Dig a hole – go deep in few things;
be a genius in a field
rather than a cleaner in all.

A friend to all is a friend to none.
Be bold.
Stop chasing everyone’s shadow.
Be the light.

Fists

Did you hear about that boy?
I did – he’s so young!
I wonder what caused it…
I heard his mother didn’t love him.
But why do something so horrific?!
Maybe she did it to him when he was small…
He’s on steroids now.
I blame the father…
He left when he was little apparently…
I wonder why…
I heard it was because of the child.
So maybe it started then even!
The fists?
The fists.
But I just think of the poor mother.
I’ve seen the bruises.
This is too terrible.
Better not get involved.
It’ll go away.
It always does.

No it doesn’t
PUNCH
Bleed
Bruise
Broken

Manic Music-Making

stave-life fill in lines and spaced
dot on a page lines skyward downward
up down and around
sharp ways
flat tears
time my time
common time march
to the beat of the song
now dance!
swerve slide drop
and now bounce!

let the sounds engulf
swallow
transform
to another place!

music soul!
electronic beating
heart pounds
sing and belt
vibrato all over worry not!
repeat alter lyrical physical

and fade
fade fade

beat

silence!

Mellifluous

When he first sang they stopped
as one would at sound so pure.
Gifted he was –
passionate too!
Such an angelic quality
(enough to cause rivers).
Touched hearts of all who heard –
gift was it so sure I am!
Quite powerful to stop a room,
let them listen,
silence the noise and give hope all over.

Travelling far not caring much
for passion is power:
he knew it as such.
Not for the money-fame,
that would be a shame.
Not a game:
his purpose.

Trained all along,
not taking for granted.
Practise until bleeding –
believing even when not believing.

A future filled with song:
Mellifluous Adventures!

Our Memories

I walk down to the lonely stream –
The water is shining like the sun
And I sit on our big rock.
I feel you sit down next to me.

We used to throw pebbles,
Little pebbles at the fish.
The water reminds me of you –
It still glistens like your soul: clear and pure.

The wind gently rustles the reeds
And I know you’re there –
I can smell it,
Your spirit is in the fresh air.

I walk along the riverside
Feeling the sand under my feet
Remembering memories,
Knowing things happened too quickly.

Our tree still stands tall –
Beautiful and green with life.
I can see you perched in a branch
Right where you felt at peace.

Our little waterfall trickles softly…
I peer over and see my face – for a second –
Then blurred out by my tears…
Tears of joy that you’re happy now.