Live fast, die young Valhalla calls our name, some of the lines almost sing, the creative, addictive personality can be a dangerous thing, especially if you are watching the smoke filled residue of her existence slipping away, pour me another poem, and make it a large one, excellent,
auch...this is a painful ending, drugs, liquor, cigarettes all end up destroying people such a sad ending to a would be musician.
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
she was a beautiful person inside and out...a best friend...still ache.
thank you, Cassie,read moreshe was a beautiful person inside and out...a best friend...still ache.
thank you, Cassie,
j.
Aloha Jacob, this is wonderfully sad and made me think of Sylvia Plath for a moment. It reads beautifully and has a lingering warmth that pours with imagery, mood and a kind of dirtiness that is rich with experience & a brilliance fuelled by vice and ‘crazy’. Loved it, many mahalo! Izzy
Posted 2 Years Ago
2 Years Ago
thank you for your insights and kind words, Izzy...
will be back eventually to read...and ret.. read morethank you for your insights and kind words, Izzy...
will be back eventually to read...and return the favor...just taking some time away...summer school is quite hectic..three classes, two colleges and just 8 weeks...
mahalo...
j.
this was so great its like soft sad music to my ears..
poetry music and smoke mix so well to tell how
a whole life seen through one night..just perfect
lovely write
dear Jacob... we lived our dreams... but some went up in flames... yet memories live on and art can be found every where... “Pour me another poem” is what we ask for. Beautiful poetry. truly, Pat
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at two community colleges and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970.
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