"nowell" poems - Hello Poetry

*We lose so much talent to addiction Some of you may not care, but I do This is my tribute to them* **Alan Wilson Canned Heat Jimi Hendrix The Jimi Hendrix Experience Janis Joplin Jim Morrison The Doors Brian Cole The Association Billy Murcia New York Dolls Danny Whitten Crazy Horse Gram Parsons The Stooges Gary Thain Uriah Heep Elvis Presley Gregory Herbert Blood, Sweat & Tears Keith Moon The Who Sid Vicious *** Pistols Lowell George Little Feat Jimmy McCulloch Wings John Bonham Led Zeppelin Darby Crash Germs James Honeyman-Scott Pretenders Pete Farndon Pretenders Paul Gardiner Tubeway Army Gary Holton Heavy Metal Kids Phil Lynott Thin Lizzy Andrew Wood Mother Love Bone Brent Mydland Grateful Dead Steve Clark Def Leppard Johnny Thunders New York Dolls David Ruffin The Temptations Kristen Pfaff Hole Shannon Hoon Blind Melon Bradley Nowell Sublime John Kahn Jerry Garcia Band Jonathan Melvoin The Smashing Pumpkins Billy Mackenzie Associates West Arkeen The Outpatience Nick Traina Link 80 John Baker Saunders Mad Season Bobby Sheehan Blues Traveler Wes Berggren Tripping Daisy Allen Woody The Allman Brothers Band Carl Crack Atari Teenage Riot Layne Staley Alice in Chains/Mad Seasons Kurt Cobain Nirvana Dee Dee Ramones Robbin Crosby Ratt John Entwistle The Who Howie Epstein Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Jeremy Michael Ward De Facto Tim Hemensley GOD Dave Schulthise The Dead Milkmen Rick James Kevin DuBrow Quiet Riot Ike Turner Gidget Gein Marilyn Manson Jay Bennett Wilco Michael Jackson The Rev Avenged Sevenfold Paul Gray Slipknot Mike Starr Alice in Chains Amy Winehouse** *We are not bad people, we just have bad ways Yet, not many understand*

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC

kidcalvoaolcom

Forgotten and Appriciated

*We lose so much talent to addiction Some of you may not care, but I do This is my tribute to them* **Alan Wilson Canned Heat Jimi Hendrix The Jimi Hendrix Experience Janis Joplin Jim Morrison The Doors Brian Cole The Association Billy Murcia New York Dolls Danny Whitten Crazy Horse Gram Parsons The Stooges Gary Thain Uriah Heep Elvis Presley Gregory Herbert Blood, Sweat & Tears Keith Moon The Who Sid Vicious *** Pistols Lowell George Little Feat Jimmy McCulloch Wings John Bonham Led Zeppelin Darby Crash Germs James Honeyman-Scott Pretenders Pete Farndon Pretenders Paul Gardiner Tubeway Army Gary Holton Heavy Metal Kids Phil Lynott Thin Lizzy Andrew Wood Mother Love Bone Brent Mydland Grateful Dead Steve Clark Def Leppard Johnny Thunders New York Dolls David Ruffin The Temptations Kristen Pfaff Hole Shannon Hoon Blind Melon Bradley Nowell Sublime John Kahn Jerry Garcia Band Jonathan Melvoin The Smashing Pumpkins Billy Mackenzie Associates West Arkeen The Outpatience Nick Traina Link 80 John Baker Saunders Mad Season Bobby Sheehan Blues Traveler Wes Berggren Tripping Daisy Allen Woody The Allman Brothers Band Carl Crack Atari Teenage Riot Layne Staley Alice in Chains/Mad Seasons Kurt Cobain Nirvana Dee Dee Ramones Robbin Crosby Ratt John Entwistle The Who Howie Epstein Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers Jeremy Michael Ward De Facto Tim Hemensley GOD Dave Schulthise The Dead Milkmen Rick James Kevin DuBrow Quiet Riot Ike Turner Gidget Gein Marilyn Manson Jay Bennett Wilco Michael Jackson The Rev Avenged Sevenfold Paul Gray Slipknot Mike Starr Alice in Chains Amy Winehouse** *We are not bad people, we just have bad ways Yet, not many understand*

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"If you're the least bit sensitive, this world will eat you alive." Is it any wonder then that so many of us want to die? But I gave up a long time ago on suicide Such an ignoble way to say goodbye So if I must go, I want to be beaten by some ******* while defending a woman's honor Shot by an oppressive father for attempting to liberate his daughter Gunned down by the government for standing up for the rights of another I guess you could say, I have dreams of becoming a martyr "Only the good die young" Only through self-sacrifice can you become Deeply ingrained in humanities' collective brain I want to make a difference Before I grow old and insane Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Lincoln JFK Jesus Christ Gandhi Joan of Arc Tecumseh And then there's Socrates Somebody help me, help me please I want so badly to die for the sake of a belief But it's all so ****** up now Twisted and torn Sometimes I wish that I was never born And there have been others who felt the same way Vincent Van Gogh Rothko And Hemingway I know it's not fair of me to say They all lead lives wrought with such pain Like Bradley Nowell And Kurt Cobain Some saw it coming Like Mark Twain Freedom really is a double-edged sword After Jack Parsons blew up he left us his words His mom OD'd shortly after having heard Greatness can only last so long in this world And what of Albert Camus? Was it really unplanned? And that poor old Nietzsche Came so unglued at the end And fate is really something How can we comprehend Some lives are surely doomed From the moment they begin

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Jan 3, 2014

Jan 3, 2014 at 1:20 AM UTC

JDK

Fate of the Martyr

"If you're the least bit sensitive, this world will eat you alive." Is it any wonder then that so many of us want to die? But I gave up a long time ago on suicide Such an ignoble way to say goodbye So if I must go, I want to be beaten by some ******* while defending a woman's honor Shot by an oppressive father for attempting to liberate his daughter Gunned down by the government for standing up for the rights of another I guess you could say, I have dreams of becoming a martyr "Only the good die young" Only through self-sacrifice can you become Deeply ingrained in humanities' collective brain I want to make a difference Before I grow old and insane Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Lincoln JFK Jesus Christ Gandhi Joan of Arc Tecumseh And then there's Socrates Somebody help me, help me please I want so badly to die for the sake of a belief But it's all so ****** up now Twisted and torn Sometimes I wish that I was never born And there have been others who felt the same way Vincent Van Gogh Rothko And Hemingway I know it's not fair of me to say They all lead lives wrought with such pain Like Bradley Nowell And Kurt Cobain Some saw it coming Like Mark Twain Freedom really is a double-edged sword After Jack Parsons blew up he left us his words His mom OD'd shortly after having heard Greatness can only last so long in this world And what of Albert Camus? Was it really unplanned? And that poor old Nietzsche Came so unglued at the end And fate is really something How can we comprehend Some lives are surely doomed From the moment they begin

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Lying in my plastic bed Thinking how things weren't so cool to me My baby likes to shoot pool I like lying naked in my bedroom Tying on that dinosaur tonight It used to be so cool But now I've got that need(le) That I can't shake And I can't breathe They take it away But I want more and more One day I'm gunna lose the war

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Dec 16, 2013

Dec 16, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC

harry-j-baxter

Pool shark - Bradley nowell of sublime (1968-1996)

Lying in my plastic bed Thinking how things weren't so cool to me My baby likes to shoot pool I like lying naked in my bedroom Tying on that dinosaur tonight It used to be so cool But now I've got that need(le) That I can't shake And I can't breathe They take it away But I want more and more One day I'm gunna lose the war

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I would rather go home to a Pig's Eye Lean Than go to hell in a long limousine Or see the door and pass it by Like a camel caught in a needle's eye Then a man named Brad Nowell His soul Sublime, alive and well In a heavenly place like no other There he'll be my little brother We'll live forever and never grow old I'll hold his hand when we cross the streets of gold The wicked may prosper again and again But the Lord will judge the hearts of men

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Mar 8, 2015

Mar 8, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC

carol-lynn-armstrong

The Hearts of Men

I would rather go home to a Pig's Eye Lean Than go to hell in a long limousine Or see the door and pass it by Like a camel caught in a needle's eye Then a man named Brad Nowell His soul Sublime, alive and well In a heavenly place like no other There he'll be my little brother We'll live forever and never grow old I'll hold his hand when we cross the streets of gold The wicked may prosper again and again But the Lord will judge the hearts of men

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I wait for peace to find its way into my bones and hair tied up with bows by the train tracks. I throw stones that skip over a river like r-r-records; Sublime, Bradley Nowell, slurring out the same line over and over and over, something about a corner store, a collection of words that when I sing them, taste like July. 1, 2, 3, the rock disappears. A train passes by, engine huffing, wheels churning out a steady rhythm of "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me." Dead reggae and dead love, tangled in its underbelly, rusted metal guts. I look into the river to try to find the stone I skipped again. I think I almost see it, dead weight, a speck under the surface. (Do you believe in ghost trains? I hear something howl every night.)

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May 19, 2016

May 19, 2016 at 11:26 PM UTC

lauren-r

Into the Wild

I wait for peace to find its way into my bones and hair tied up with bows by the train tracks. I throw stones that skip over a river like r-r-records; Sublime, Bradley Nowell, slurring out the same line over and over and over, something about a corner store, a collection of words that when I sing them, taste like July. 1, 2, 3, the rock disappears. A train passes by, engine huffing, wheels churning out a steady rhythm of "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me." Dead reggae and dead love, tangled in its underbelly, rusted metal guts. I look into the river to try to find the stone I skipped again. I think I almost see it, dead weight, a speck under the surface. (Do you believe in ghost trains? I hear something howl every night.)

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