Saturday, August 13, 2011

4 Amy Winehouse on 8/23/2011

Amy Winehouse:
How can a life be innocently built
To die tragic ?
Drugs fade away the magic
And the end is never a story of Romantic
People ask, how did this happen? 
When the truth was known 2 most, by those far & close
Alas due to no one to guide her ..., from herself, Even adults sometimes need help, from themselves, 
She was charismatic, attractive and Rebbellious, 
She was alone, cold & saddened by other stories not by Us
The dark glamor after there is 
no more smiles and laughing 
No more pictures to be snapping,
Alls left is a shrine of dead flowers, liquor bottles and scribbles near your picture, and I don't judge 
Wish I could of gave you a HUG
Growing up , I did couple drugs 
More than the average but less than Courtney Love
What's fame? What's wealth ?
And you knew truth, like the words you felt and cards dealt
" I can't help you , if you don't help yourself"

10 minutes before my birthday (examining myself)

( written 11:50 on 8/12/2011 before turning 32). 
The realest words I ever wrote were words I never spoke 
Thoughts i had before I awoke 
The temperature , before it turns cold 
The time at the change of the hour 
I Lay quiet in my misfortune 
Remorsed in sin 
But that I wash myself of before the new year is to begin , a new age , 
A new stage to act and view 
Bless the last ten minutes 
Before I age thirty-two 
" weird scenes inside the goldmine" 
And so I ride it west, 
If lest we forget , where were headed 
The food in the pot is beheaded 
Nothing in my time I dreaded 
Nor regretted , 
Only seem to tested 
Face is tired because I haven't rested 
Blessed when.., 
The Final stage will be my smile as I exit the scene, 
tranquil i will lay serene 
after, burn my ashes with kerosene 
and throw me to the air over the ocean water 
By september 
So I can live on to remember, 
the good times 
Built in tragedy, love and sanity, 
experienced while abondened by all. 
Thank you to those that supported me, 
the opposite to those who waited on my downfall . 
Life is sweet afterall 
No matter what anybody says 
Live life till you decay, while your alive today, 
turn the city upside and round 
Upside down the frowns 
... Now ... I in "new" life has been found 
cherish while your still around, 
while I forever will be the clown, 
smiles and laughter, my children see my pasture 
I lay, foundation through my love, my fear an love to the above, 
may he bless the time left in the hour glass 
Though @ times I might live it " fast" through my rebellious ways, 
Voodo child , I must say :) 
Dancing at times under the rain, 
Though it can be hard to explain 
it keeps one away from pain, 
Helps to remain intact through social change 
Adapt in fact when nothing remains the same