thunder volleys
roll across the evening's sky
thunder volleys
drumming like the wheels of trolleys
a crescendo so loud in ply
as the grumbling noise trundles by
thunder volleys

You left
a white lighter
on your coffee table

so that when
we'd go back
to collect your things

from a crime scene
we had been to
countless times,

we'd know that
you died
think yourself

a King of Rock and Roll.

But really
you were
the prince

heir to
all the love
dad had to give,

bestowed upon
year after year
with the kind of too much faith

that only
parents
can give.

You heard
their lessons
about the world

being your oyster

but never payed
attention
to how to care

for
your
people.

You were
always
about the show,

You'd give all
the glitz
and glamour

off of your very own crown

thinking that
if love didn't sparkle
people wouldn't know it was

there.

But then
someone gave you
purple-hazed glasses

and suddenly
the world was
love in your pupils,

they flooded
your irises
with a shine

to which no amount of
family jewels
could compare.

Your eyes
had seen
radiance

and all you had
to go back to
was flaw

you saw
a life
that was hard

and surprisingly heavy
for being so
empty,

And you just
kept chasing
the smooth blues

that would never hurt your ears

or play you
the old song
of wasted potential.

Even as you wandered
popping and
repopping your ears,

our love was
dull to your
rock and roll lifestyle.

I know how much
you missed how it
was before

you got discovered by it,

eager and seething
to sink its hooks
into another good one.

Instead of
writing your own
song,

you faded
into the old
one.

And now,
I've lost word and
lyric,

melody is
ash
in my pen

because the music
wasn't in me,
dude,

it was in you.

And now the record
keeps playing
through the air,

but none
of us
want to hear it.

When you went,
you left us with
a shitty white lighter

and you took the music with you.

Louis Steven
Mark Donnelly Apr 2017

Rolling down the street,
like a die on the table,
what you roll,
is what you get,
the number shows,
unbeknownst,
surprise arrives,
a hint of beauty cross you,
you can't believe your luck.

MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017

CHUCK BERRY PASSES AWAY A TRUE
LEGEND OF HIS TIME
HE WAS A MUSIC TRAIL BLAZER
HIS PASSING AWAY IS A CRIME


HE WAS THE FOUNDATION OF ROCK AND ROLL
THE GOD FATHER OF RHYTHM AND BLUES
HIS MUSIC HIS MOVES HIS GUITAR
WAS ROCK AND ROLL THROUGH AND THROUGH


MANY A MUSIC LEGEND OF TODAY
WAS INFLUENCED WITH HIS STYLE
ROCK AND ROLL AND CHUCK BERRY
WILL BE WITH US FOR A WHILE

A LEGEND HAS LEFT US CHUCK BERRY THE FOUNDATION STONE OF ROCK AND ROLL AND ALL THAT MUSIC IS TODAY WAS INFLUENCED BY THIS AMAZING MUSICIAN.
Seanathon Jan 2017

The most honest question a man can ask, like rock and roll and the radio, was our kind of love, the kind which lasts?

Amazing song.... Google it.
Darkness Dec 2016

Sue took my hand
on a saturday night
walked her home
when she told me with all her might

About her rock n roll boys
and her school shenanigans
how she found her voice
in the backroom with her toys

She seemed to be a bad girl
out of my league
so during the way home
i could only look at her rosy cheeks

Got to her doorstep
where she whispered goodbye
kissed me on my cheek and said
till monday, you magpie

SSeagraves Jul 2016

Georgia just smiled again
that now famous lost smile...
snake charmers try to touch him

"The time does not matter anymore,
its always time to go", he says
with a laugh and grin

"My body aches,
my soul is damaged goods".

Georgia takes another sip of his melting whiskey drink,
Another pull, etc, etc....
He eats one more handful
and
decides to lay down for a little while.

"Enough to kill a small army seems to be just right", he says
as his eyes fight to stay open.

Tolerance, Peace, Love...
....Rock n Roll...

"Just living the dreams" he said

copyright 2013
SSeagraves
Published in the USA Library of Congress
JR Rhine Jun 2016

We sat outside the coffee shop
next to a fire,
watching the sun set behind decrepit buildings.

I lamented over the lack of a roller rink in the area,
reflecting on memories of wobbling around in circles
with dizzying lights and blaring speakers
ejecting Pink, Daft Punk, and Eiffel 65 onto my critical youth.

I felt like a king.

We finished our smoothies and retreated
to an empty hotel parking lot,
where I taught her to skateboard.

One foot over the front bolts,
the back foot over two of the back bolts
but resting over the tail,
kick, push,
it's in the balls of your feet--
weight distribution.

Tic, tac, scrape, thud--
she falls repeatedly
and gets back up.

I admire her resilience and perpetual smile--

This is what skateboarding is all about.

We roll around the hotel parking lot,
our endpoints being a lone luminescent lamppost
and a telephone pole beleaguered by a plot of shrubbery
that demarcates itself from the pavement.

We circle around the poles for hours,
forming an imaginary oblong track between the two,
our laughs carrying into the cool summer night lullaby
that sang the drowsy small town to sleep.

The fading throb of the wedding reception
at the bottom of the town square by the wharf,
carrying over to us.

The stores closed up hours ago,
silent empty windows reflecting the lonely streetlights
and our ambulance back at us.

We skated on unperturbed into the night hour.

A man walks outside the hotel
to have a cigarette on the sidewalk--
I imagine he is watching us and admiring our glee.

Rolling between this telephone pole and lamppost,
the glare and reflection of the empty silent windows,
the soundtrack singing above our heads,
our laughs, and the tic-tac of skateboards
and groaning of wheels over stubborn pavement
bringing my melancholic reverie to a halt,
recognizing and understanding happiness in the present moment--

This is my roller rink.

Sometimes
Life keeps moving when you're trying so hard to hold still.
Roll with the punches, make changes, do something to better yourself
Or simply fade away.
There's more out there,
There's undiscovered emotions and ideas that could broaden your horizons wider than the most beautiful sunset that you may never even see because you were too set in your ways to go outside your comfortable little box and really SEE the world.

The choice is yours.

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