Rolling Stone

An experimental piece about what I've been going through. My whole life I've moved city to city. It undoubtely takes a toll...

Rolling Stone   

There once was a man, 

Young and untamed by nature 

A man destined to be damned 

One in search of a savior

There once was a man, 

Charming and handsome by the grace of God

Time slipped from him, he could feel each grain of sand

Wandering in wonder, they cry “he is lost!” 

There once was a man,

Looking, nay, longing for something real

But even the purest could not understand 

And so from them, he would always peel

There once was a man,

As hardened as the stone that lay upon the earth

She reaches out and says “take my hand”

But he rolls on, “she would never have my weathered worth”

The wicked winds whirled him through life

A man in a state of constant strife 

With every piece he leaves behind, to the heart, a knife

For, broken relationships he has a rife 

And what stormy nights weigh upon his shoulders?

Is it the fear of being seen as a pebble and not a boulder? 

Is it the fires of passion between her and him beginning to smolder?

Is it the notion that all he is getting is older? 

Don’t get too close, 

They try, almost 

Don’t ask him what he knows

Don’t ask to hold his heart,

Don’t touch what has froze 

His most vulnerable state has always been the prose 

His greatest temptation has always been balancing out the lows

But I digress, 

I’m a mess 

Inside my chest 

And in my mind

There is no sense 

How many humans must I leave behind,

Before I scare away the rest? 

From Love I should take a break, 

From anything close I should be banned

I want too much from these humans, 

I want love to be grand, 

But I’m only getting older, can’t you see the silver strands?

Lost at sea, looking for land 

Although the ground shifts, 

Upon my own two feet I will stand,

But, my Rose, I am only just a man

If I ever reach out and take your hand,

Just promise you’ll never let go

And if you do, oh no

.....and so the Stone rolls. 

God save him, 

Or maybe she can try, 

For he is a Rolling Stone

Too good at goodbyes... 

Author's Note

Poetry is constantly reshaping. We find "our poetry" as we find "ourselves." Let me know what you guys think! More words soon...

Reviews

[George Peck]

This is a wonderful poem. You made me think I can see what your going for and you have done an excellent job. Thank you for sharing.

[Colton Warr]

Thank you so much, George! I appreciate your kind words! Thanks for stopping by and giving this a read!

[Death's Poet]

"God save him
Or maybe she can try"
WOW! The whole poem was beautiful but those two lines punched me in the face. I love this

[Colton Warr]

Thank you so much! I appreciate the kind words. Thanks for stopping by and giving this a read!

[BBP]

This one was good! A vagabond always has a good story, at least to me it always does.

The wicked winds whirled him through life

That line was golden. The poem almost has an irish punk song feel to me. Definitely enjoyed it.

[Colton Warr]

Thank you very much! I appreciate those kind words! Thank you for taking the time to give this read!

[Crowley]

Stopping and taking that deep breath of what love and roots has to offer is difficult for some. And while the strife is enough at times for them to give it a try it is usually sabotaged at some point by the natural state of wanderlust. It seems to me its that on both sides of the coin, the rooted wish to be untethered and the rootless have wishes of settling. It rarely happens I think, changing what we do and who we are are two totally different things.

[Colton Warr]

Your take on this piece is awesome. Poetry is always open to individual interpretation. And your words hit right on the head with my overall theme with this one. Thank you for leaving your thoughts. And thank you so much for giving this a read!

[Ghost writer]

I think it's really cool. I get what you're saying, it makes me think of my brother.

[Colton Warr]

Thank you so much! I appreciate your kind words! I am grateful that you stopped by and gave this a read!

[Verse]

Strong spoken-word vibe to this introspective take on love. Good wisdom to be had, especially regarding the mindset of the rolling stone. :):)

Well flowed... would love to hear this performed onstage.

V

[Colton Warr]

Thank you very much, Verse! Your words are positive and encouraging! I appreciate that. It means a lot that you took some time to give this a read. Thank you! Perhaps I will read it on stage. Maybe I’ll take a video of it and post it on here? Lol. We’ll see. Take care!

[Weeping willow]

Good read, wonderful flow as the thoughts turn into words ;-]

[Colton Warr]

Thank you very much! I appreciate you stopping by and giving this a read! Thank you for the positive and encouraging words!

[Leslie Philibert]

This is a good poem that impresses with honesty and a lot of carefully written impressions, this is a kind of autobiographical narrative poem that deserves to be read.

[Colton Warr]

Thank you very much, Leslie! I appreciate your kind words! Writing, as it always does, helps us through wrestling with these notions. It helped me to pen this. Thanks for giving this a read and for your continued support!

[Vivian Gospel]

Sounds like Mick Jagger to me. 😉

[Colton Warr]

Haha I’ll take that any day of the week! Thank you for that. And thank you for giving this a read!

[Vivian Gospel]

Jumping jack flash. You are welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

Most of us need roots to flourish, some don't. In this poem the author questions his inability to settle down
Ever the wanderlust, not being able to form permanent relationships, moving on, searching for something else. I enjoyed this composition and the way you expressed yourself.

Chris

[Colton Warr]

You’re exactly right, Christine. In this piece, I tried to reflect upon whether I needed roots or not. Not sure I arrived at an answer. However, writing helps...as it always does. Thank you for your kind words and the thank you so much for giving this a read!

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome. I enjoyed your style of writing.