No, I was never a fan (probably because I'm the wrong age group)but, as an icon of a broken world, he touched us all with his sad distorted life ..
Through the ice and bitter fire
Strangling heat of sad desire
Lay your heart upon the wire.
Yours the music that could soar
Snagged by the internal war:
While the vultures heaved and tore.
Torture self to seek relief
All unmade by misbelief.
Joy was stolen – who’s the thief?
All that knife and drug could do
Broken being to renew
Could not give love back to you.
Beauty with corruption dwells
Mirrored through a thousand hells
Thirsting deep for poisoned wells.
Only mercy, sharp and bright
Washes black and makes it white
Names the wrong and claims the right.
Now the pilgrimage is o’er,
Truth beyond the furthest door
Sifts the burdens that you bore.
You were tragedy writ strong
Truthlessness builds wrong on wrong
Bitter discord breaks the song.
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Powerful.
And this is why I say that you can write poetry and I can't...I like it muchly.
Wow, vivid picture of a sad soul.
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