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"laugh and the world laughs with you,
cry and you cry alone"
how true and sad these words once penned
for this I've learned, yet learn again
that when I bloom and smile with glee
the world and life will laugh with me
I'm not alone....never alone
the joy is not for me alone!
Yet when the demons heart possess
and come to steal my happiness
when all around is darkest gloom
and none to rescue from the tomb
I am alone.....I cry alone
the grief I bear....I bear alone!
I know your heart is bleeding too
for some have been unkind to you
and none can see the bitter tear
nor chase the goblin of your fear
You feel alone....you cry alone
but that pain you bear, don't bear alone!
Now turn to me; remember this
I know this pain, this poisoned kiss
depression has a hold of me
and this I say with certainty
though other hearts are made of stone
you're not alone....NEVER alone!
Eileen Manassian
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His smile is like a white crescent,
but a murky sky is hidden inside.
Afraid to portray mourning's of his mind
nor describe sour sickness of his tongue.
Piercing pain constantly stabs at wounds,
but you can't see his bitter blood bleeding
nor the bonfires burning his burdened heart.
He is the master of the masquerade,
exemplary scholar of skillful silence -
a psychologist's worst nightmare.
Yet they flock to him to adore his words,
so they can feel the magnetism of his smile,
laugh at his childish antics, be happy for a while.
Greatest showman playing the great pretender,
but he's crumbling, stumbling and tumbling inside.
Despite an abundance of admiration and applause,
he finds no solace, so feels miserably alone.
Feeling like a snowflake on a rainy day,
an empty balloon battling against the storm.
Demons of self doubt mock his actions,
he shakes his head in disbelief - but they laugh,
he screams, but they belittle him further!
His stomach shrinks with a loss of appetite,
dark bags appear beneath his sleepless eyes.
Life is a whirlpool of fractured fragments of glass.
Wondering what is the blessings of breathing,
what is the purpose of another sunrise.
He aches to be burnt into ashes
Will they even miss him if he is gone?
Silent One
21 October 2020
This poem is dedication to everyone who keeps a smile, when their world is falling apart. Many will relate, this is not a bio.
When writing it, at first I thought about Freddie Mercury and the show must go on, but as I wrote it, Robin Williams came to mind.
Someone we all miss.
We never know what people are going through. Sometimes, I see someone smile, but I try to look beyond. Never underestimate the importance of reaching out to someone. It could make a big difference in their lives.
As poets we have the power to reach out to many people through our words.
Is there someone you have not reached out to?
Thank you for reading.
People always claim to have knowledge on ADHD,
but they lie,
I know this because factual knowledge is hard to come by.
Kids are not told of the greats of history,
that shaped our evolution and had ADHD.
People are embarrassed when diagnosed and think life unkind,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Einstein.
Some keep it hidden and cannot be open,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Beethoven.
For some it hurts and they think themselves ill,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Churchill.
Some take it to heart most depressively,
but they are just like Mozart and Elvis Pressley.
Some think it's a curse that limits them,
but they wouldn't if they knew they were like Edison.
Some get upset and ask what is the matter with me,
they wouldn't if they knew they were like Walt Disney.
People should think of ADHD in a gallant way,
because Da Vinci and Galileo had it in their day.
ADHD is a thing that could see you join legends,
like George Washington or John Lennon.
With ADHD they say you cannot concentrate,
try telling that to Branson or Bill Gates.
People think ADHD brains wont shift through the gears,
but ADHD brains have Will Smith and Britney Spears.
ADHD shouldn't fill a kid with doubt,
one day it could be a good thing that you stand out.
Don't let it haunt them,
they're like Stephen Hawking,
don't let it rob them of will,
they're like Robin Williams,
don't let them stop caring,
they're like Jim Carrey,
just let them know in their mistakes,
they're like Justin Timberlake.
To have ADHD is ok,
you're like JFK.
Having ADHD alone won't create success or mean you do well,
but if you work hard and keep going you too can be skilled.
I know how it makes you feel but you're in an elite crowd,
so forget all the stigma, be like me, and be, ADHD proud.
For Robin Williams
She doesn’t realize
anything around her,
in this labyrinth of reality.
She thinks she has
her own mind
(which she lost, when she died).
I’ve been to hell once.
I fell in love with Anton Chekov
when I was in a psych ward in college
for a weekend.
Chekov was an author
I didn’t know until then.
I had the best
conversations of my life
with people who might still be there.
I don’t remember their names,
but I remember their stories.
One was of a man who saw his uncle
fall from a roof and die,
and his hell was the reoccurring memory
of that fall.
Another memory was a woman,
older than me, who reminded me
of my stepsister,
who also didn’t get
“the fuzzy end of the lollipop.”
She told me of the men who raped her.
I was raped once, too.
I was not "adored once, too"
as the fool says
in 'Twelfth Night.'
She got carried away
with the injustices of life.
She was given tranquilizers.
She was drooling
a few minutes later.
I won’t go to hell twice,
no matter how tough this life gets.
Every day is a “Double-D Day”
and my double-d doesn’t stand
for divorce, death, or bra size.
It just might be the choice to live.
That is my private meaning
and my private life.
It is the part of this poem
that won’t be explained.
Everyone’s Double-D life
is private, if they choose
the privacy of life.
I want to offer you
the heaven of your making,
whether that be
in rainbow charcoal,
black-and white graphite,
or a cold mountain
in Alaska.
“Sometimes,
when you lose, you win.”
Let’s find each other,
all over again.
I want “the joy
of rediscovering you”
in an acrylic painting
of heaven.
*The quotes I referenced are taken from the film ‘What Dreams May Come’ with Robin Williams, the song ‘Faithfully’ by Journey, Marilyn Monroe in ‘Some Like it Hot,' and Shakespeare's 'Twelfth Night.'
Inspired by the song Tears of a Clown (About Robin Williams)
sung my Iron Maiden
This is my version.
"the world is forever darker, less colorful
and less full of laughter in his absence ..."
Quote by his daughter_ Zelda Williams
Robin William died in August 2014
at the age of sixty-three at home
the autopsy revealed death by hanging
but they also saw Lewy Body Dementia
it was the worst case doctors had ever seen
in school he disguised his shyness
with humour making people laugh
he was bullied 'cause he dressed wierd
voted most likely to not succeed
yet, he became a national treasure
with his comedic style and acting skill
he had the ability to create characters
but in private he wept
tears of a clown
as he slipped into substance abuse
and paranoia
his smiles masked his depression and
tears of a clown
it began with stand up comedy
then, television with Mork and Mindy
thrust him into stardom and not just comedic roles
some of my fav's are Jumanj, Mrs. Doubtfire
Hook, Dead Poets, Fisher King and many more
mis-diagnosed with Parkinson Disease
the Lewy Dementia had spread through his brain
tears of a clown
oh, he must have suffered trying to hide it
using his humour to hide it
make people laugh was what it became
you know, Robin had gone to Juilliard school
had earned trophies and awards for his accomplishment
described by his peers as a human dynamo
Oh, the tears of a clown
as he slipped into substance abuse
and paranoia
his smiles masked his depression and
tears of a clown
oh, he must have suffered trying to hide it
using his humour to hide it
making people laugh was what it became
you know Robin had gone to Juilliard School
and had earned trophies and awards for his accomplishment
described by his peers as a human dynamo ... hiding the
tears of a clown
tears
tears
tears
tears of a clown
tears . . .
Genius and insanity skip through life hand in hand
Grinning and dazzling each other with outrageous ideas
Loving the way others come around with shock and awe
Ask Rembrandt, Michelangelo, Edison and Robin Williams.
Just a tiny few of my favorite inventors, philosophers and artists.
Genius and Insanity rock our world; we cannot squelch them.
They are openly wild, weird and wonderful.
I chase both as they skip through life, hand in hand!
Sometimes catching them in a poem or on a canvas.
It is enough, it has always been enough.
You are crazy! My friends tell me.
Ultimate compliment, my genius muse replies.
When I had something to say,
I simply stopped
and listened instead.
My four-year-old students
all saw whales
in their imagination.
"I saw two!"
"I swam with three!"
Competition
was surer than truth.
Greater men,
and women
use words better
than my hollow phrases
of striving meaning.
I look for new colors
when Monet already
claimed them all.
Great readers decipher words,
like onomatopoeia.
Thinkers hear the songs
when silence
offers space for sound,
like 'The Sound of Silence'
by Simon and Garfunkel.
Anthony Hopkins
Is one worth listening to
when language isn't enough.
Everything Anthony says resonates
new meaning and coloration
through never-tired narration.
I once loved ‘Legends
of the Fall’ because
life was too obscure for me.
I wanted passion,
and complexity,
when I was seventeen,
and constantly
trying to breathe fresh life
through a wet hand towel
that I held
over my face in a tub,
while the water boiled
in a pot downstairs.
“To live, to live
would be a great adventure”
Robin Williams offers us
in ‘Hook’.
Other lines resonate
with the same wooden
honesty, and engravement.
Stir the noodles with a ladle
while you think, Jennifer.
“Samuel was a soldier,
and soldiers die!”
“Blast you!” Hopkins
shatters me, and
blocks his eldest
from view like a sun
too strong
for view.
(Dedication: To the memory of a great
entertainer, comedian and human being --
Robin Williams who made this world a
better place; and who went away abruptly.)
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Oh sad sad day:
Read the news flash
Of deep dismay,
Bruised hanging crash;
Ideas of stress,
News said sadly.
Wounds so depressed
Inched painfully;
Lost in your pain,
Lost in mad swirl;
Inner strength slain,
A broken world;
May love and light
Shine your way home.
May truth most bright
Supply route home;
May you find rest,
From mortal pains;
Slide beyond quest
In light again.
Let the mists fade
With your demise;
Now as we wade,
Discern things wise.
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(Lines added: 20 August 2014):
Viewed DVD:
"What Dreams May Come"
To fondly see
Devotion sum.
And I wonder
If you knew then
That way yonder
Just why and when.
Dear depressed soul:
May angels plead
Your scattered whole
And broken reed.
Leon Enriquez
13 August 2014
Singapore
“What’s true in our minds, is true”
Robin Williams said.
My reality, my living
is different than yours,
but no less true.
Heba, you once called me:
"My habibti"
which means “my love”
in Arabic.
You wore a blue outfit
and a white hijab to my house
when you brought
your two daughters to visit.
Taleen held one of our guinea pigs.
She was scared of Daphne, at first.
You are also scared of dogs,
so, I kept her in my bedroom
so you would feel safe.
Heba, I made love to you
with words.
Your husband hated me for that
and forbid our friendship
soon after.
I know you are forbidden
to love another woman,
but I will love you through
these little lines, regardless.
I gave your daughter
an empty locket
and kneeled down
to kiss the inside.
I sealed the kiss
in the costume jewelry.
“I love you Taleen,
keep my love inside
and take care of your mother.”
I’ll never see her again, either.
Remember, Heba,
love doesn’t understand
or follow the rules of your
religion, or mine.
If celebrating your beauty
from one woman to another
is against your Islamic God,
then I don’t want to meet him,
anyway.
But Heba, I hold onto the good
memories and conversations.
Unrequited love taught me
so much more about love
then I knew before you.
I will always be your habibti
if only in my own mind.
“Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party.' ” —Robin Williams
The early sunrise peaks in bright red crimson rays
Nature is delivering Spring gifts in many ways
Fresh Lilac blooms are opened and perfuming the air
As butterflies and bees are keeping busy pollinating there
A gentle breeze sways the one new pink peony bloom
As new buds appear ready to make their floral boom
A hummingbird appears and hovers as he feeds
On fresh flower nectar that helps his energy needs
Chipmunks scatter and chatter about as they play
And try to sneak some bird seeds and flowers away
Blue jays appear and perch to steal fresh squirrel food
And squawk as they appear to bully with their brood
This beautiful spring day is a gift that enlightens the mood