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“People tell me they idolize me, want to be like me, but I tell them, 'trust me, you don't want my life.' I've been a very tortured soul.”
Quote by Phil Spector (Found guilty of murdering Lana Clarkson).
You feel like a highflyer.
Music being your crutch.
Nothing but a cynic liar.
You deceive yourself so much.
I’ll never get over that fact,
That beautiful lady was my friend.
Why couldn’t you leave her intact?
Her wonderful life you had the end.
You thought of yourself as a messiah.
You knew you wouldn’t stay.
Your ego burned brighter than fire.
Was your guardian angel in play?
Now you languish in that jail.
In your cell you lie alone.
Your guards are each prison rail.
With remorse for your sins, you can atone.
For our poor Lana, your sorry is too late.
For you now, all we have is hate.
A lifetime in hell is now your fate.
And all you can do now is wait.
All that I have left are pictures and treasured memories anymore,
That is all that I have left of some one I love and adore.
Left behind inside my chest is a black hole, a hollow void, just empty,
Since my heart was ripped out & discarded the morning you left life too early,
So great was your pain, I can not fathom how hard those days must have been,
All that is left are our dreams of us adventuring coming to an end,
All that I have left is the memories and monotony each day,
Placing on this familiar façade to tell everyone that I'm 'okay',
How great it was to rekindle our bond after so many years apart,
But the damage had already been done to your heart,
If only healing our bond had healed you too,
If only we could go back in time with what we knew,
I miss you, your laugh, your grin,
I miss how our adventures used to begin...
All that I have left are the echoes of 'hey, check this out' in my head....
Echoes that cause me to drown in tears that my eyes endlessly shed,
Drowning in the memories and questions, I can't help but cry,
Every night my sorrowful tears send me to sleep like a rending lullaby,
Even my dreams torture me reminding me of skipping with you arm in arm,
Because it is all a mirage, bitter reality hits with my alarm,
I know in time, I’ll learn to handle the pain from the loss of your death,
I’m sorry, I wasn’t there while you took your last breath,
I wish you knew how I‘ll always feel my sister, my first and best friend,
and all the letters I've now written, but can never send.
For my sister, Lana Heller-Wood 1982-2022
Form: Tanka
Passion for what still exists
Phonon of ones fists
Durance of eclectic hours
Fire on the hell gone towers
Phenomenon is.
Formality for passion
Lacks it's existence
For it's agnostic purpose
Keeps as moving in a sense
keeps as running fast.
Now we are talking about a synthesis
Signifying why all the resulting heat
Actually its how we make sense to all this
Not talking about the fire they burned at feet
For his true imminence does no wickedness
His light shines complete while darkness retreats
What will 's shall be, always will this be
That is the nature of existence
a chemical reaction insistence
She was a teen girl from Oklahoma
Of copper bronze skin with auburn-red hair
Such a pretty girl dreamed of marriage
But she had a job to do taking care of a newborn cousin
such a pretty girl Annie Bell
This was in the 1950's
While on break she was looking for a prince charming
she's the queen of the ball
such a pretty girl Annie Bell
She met a older man some nine years
A handsome guy ex-navy chef
Always wearing expensive tailor made suits
He was a handsome brute
From Mi zu
While at an lounge bar gathering
She dressed liken a movie star
Hand-held her cigarette like Lana Turner
They both look swell
This handsome veteran she met
Dated he courted her for two years
She thought he was swell
This girl named Annie Bell
This teen girl now turn woman
This man now proposes
Now they married as husband and wife
Such a life now everything's all well
a real life love story of Princess of Redbird Oklahoma
Annie Bell Ross now Mrs. Lee
This is her story her personal fairy tale
Of a teen girl now woman
Annie Bell
For contest: Fairy Tale
Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
On graduation day you put your saddle shoes away.
You took a naked walk through the garden till you got to the pool.
You had Vivaldi on steroids, Monet on cocaine.
You’re not Mother Theresa. No need to explain.
You smelt iron ore, limestone, and coke in your open-hearth heart.
Staying true to your infidelities is a heritage art.
Let us sit by the fire pit and burn some fat wood,
Making jests while the gods are at play in the forest around us.
Then I’ll sample your cocktail, while you’re sipping mine.
You like my Jack Daniels. Your Pepsi tastes fine.
I’m playing hooky in the Hollywood hills where aristocrats play,
On the first wicked day of summer with Lana Del Rey.
The Submission Page does not upload Arabic alphabet symbols, so
I posted my poem in Arabic on the Notes/Photo page above my poem.
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I gather images of Easter's sign,
bouquets of varied thoughts and memories:
emerging crocus, budding branch, and vine,
the flutter of the robin in the breeze.
Symbolic, too, the lily, pure and white,
new chicks and bunnies, butterflies galore.
The fading, icy sting of winter's night
replaced by spring's warm day, long waited for.
I contemplate each image and I know
the thrill of surging hope that swells my soul.
New life, from dormant seed, will rise and show
how spring joy resurrects from winter's dole.
A new beginning blooms for us and earth-
for, Easter promises her gift- rebirth.
Written- March 15, 2016
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The translation site from English to Arabic offered this too.
waead eyd alfash
'ajmae sur ealamat eyd alfash ,
baqat min al'afkar waldhikriat almtnwet:
zaeafran nashi , farae nashi , wakarimat ,
rafrfat rubin fi alnasim.
yarmiz aydana 'iilaa alzanbiq alnaqii wal'abyad ,
farakh wa'aranb jadidat , wafarashat wafarashatun.
alludughat aljalidiat almutalashiat fi laylat ala'
hal mahalah yawm alrbye aldaafi aldhy tal antizarah.
'ana 'ufkir fi kl surat wa'ana 'aelam
ladhat andifae al'amal alty tadakhum ruhi.
alhayat aljadidat , min budhur kaminat , satartafie watuzhir
kayf tabeath farhat alrbye min 'iieanat alshata'.
bidayat jadidat tazahar lana walila'ard-
li'ana eyd alfash yueiduha bihadiatiha - wiladat jadidatun.
February 5, 2021
Contest: Easter- English and Arabic Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Destiny it's not in the cards for Me
I can't do what I love
I can't be me
So untrue
Living is choosing
To get up
Or fall down
Failing is part of the growing
Taking a stand
Believing in your self
Letting the world see you
Should not be shame upon
You are so much more
You have so much to offer
Despite your trauma
There is a place for you in this time
You are relevant
You have the power to change
Carry on be that star
Be that light in someone's darkness
Help them carry on because the journey out weighs the reward
Be you 110 percent
And it will deliver all you desire
Have faith in you
For Lana.
Red China is not afraid of any country,
In wars of attrition-they'll probably "win"
because it's a numbers game.
They've more rabbits and bats than anybody...
What they are afraid of is an old holy man.
With his sun-bright orange robes- a planet-cracking smile...
Spinning the silk of love around the earth
a million-million times.
The Dali Lana is Tiananmen Square-squared.
The commies are dreadfully scared of him.
Wishing for him to wither away like an old lotus flower.
Like a giant red buzzard circling life.
They wish to tear a sigh of relief
from his chest and plant it in theirs.
But little do they know
This is the beginning of their slow death.
The people will bloom even amidst thorns.
Make Asia Beautiful Again.
A song came on the jukebox and we listened with intent
He sang "Only The Lonely" with a voice that was heaven sent
I was only in eighth grade, a few years from being a man
There was "Blue Angel" and "I'm Hurtin' " and I became a die hard fan
We'd go downtown to the Coffee Cup to hang out and have some fun
Play some music and have a soda, "Running Scared" was number one
"Crying" is still a favorite, played "Candy Man" and "Dream Baby" so loud
I was mesmerized the first time I heard Roy Orbison sing "The Crowd"
There was "Evergreen", Working For The Man" and "Leah" in the year of 62
"In Dreams" , "Falling" , "Distant Drums" and I still love "Blue Bayou"
Roy rocked the house with "Mean Woman Blues"
"What'd I Say" made us put on our dancing shoes
"Indian Summer", "Indian Wedding", "She Wears My Ring"
"Oh Pretty Woman", "It's Over", "Goodnight" Roy would sing
When Roy sang "Lana" it would tear you apart
Don't forget "Breakin' Up is Breakin' My Heart"
When Roy sang, you didn't know which song to choose
He'd make you rock, make you cry, make you feel the blues
When Roy sang, he'd put a smile on your face
When Roy sang, the world seemed a better place.
Tribute to the greatest, bar none, singer song writer of all time.
"love pyres"
after the war
romance became
compulsory
not desultory
twin flames
lit each other
up
love pyres
ashes
falling
Psyche rising
immaculate
immolate
in the aftermath
falling,
silence
sings
lit within
kissed by Eros
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey
https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg
"Mastermind" / Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI
"Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s
"Ours is essentially a tragic age,
so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins,
we start to build up
new little habitats,
to have new little hopes.
It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live,
no matter how many skies have fallen."
("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence)
rapture.
LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift
https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics