"prisioner" poems
Prisoners of their own success
Their world now micro-sized
Fan adulation to excess
Their love is just disguised
Their objects of affection
Live their lives inside a bubble
Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed
Could bring them worlds of trouble
A truck driver from Tupelo
A pop band from the 'pool
A superstar from Hoboken,
And one...the King of Cool
The superstar from Hoboken
Became the Chairman of The Board
If you made it into his 'rat pack'
You knew you'd really scored
His movies and his music
Made him the world's number one
But he had to minimize his world
When someone stole his son
His boy was kidnapped, truthfully
Back in 1965
And through his contacts in the mob
He got his son back home alive
This is the price of fame folks
Behind the glitter and the glam
They've got to have their safety
But the fans don't give a ****
Prisoners of their own success
Their world now micro-sized
Fan adulation to excess
Their love is just disguised
Their objects of affection
Live their lives inside a bubble
Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed
Could bring them worlds of trouble
The Memphis Mafia gave protection
To The King of Rock and Roll
But, by choice his world got smaller
And he went into a hole
He built a house in Memphis
To protect him from his fans
And thanks to Dr. Feelgood
He died a lonely, broken man
He couldn't live the life he earned
He was a prisioner instead
It's a shame he has more value
Now that he is dead
Prisoners of their own success
Their world now micro-sized
Fan adulation to excess
Their love is just disguised
Their objects of affection
Live their lives inside a bubble
Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed
Could bring them worlds of trouble
He'd a partner and was cool
He was suave and sang songs
And he worked with a "fool"
They conquered the nightclubs
They were known near and far
But his created alter ego
Lived his life at the bar
He ran with Frank Sinatra
He was the King of Cool
But when The Chairman started lessons
Dean was right there in his school
The Beatles broke in Hamburg
But way back in sixty two
Their bubble was just forming
There was nothing they could do
They lived their life behind the scenes
For when they did go out
The girls would all go crazy
And the world would twist and shout
Privacy came hard for them
They went four separate ways
These four young men from Liverpool
LIved life inside a maze.
It's sad that adulation
takes their freedom, makes them hide
But they're safer locked away from us
They're safer locked inside
Prisoners of their own success
Their world's now micro-sized
Fan adulation to excess
Their love is just disguised
Their objects of affection
Live their lives inside a bubble
Leaving their prison, though it's self imposed
Could bring them worlds of trouble
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
I can hear the world around me
I can see what's going on
I just cannot voice my anger
You see, my muscle strength is gone
"I'M IN HERE....CAN'T YOU SEE ME?"
"I JUST CANNOT MOVE MYSELF'
"PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE ME"
"DON'T PUT ME ON A SHELF"
I'm not a fragile bisque doll
In a chair for all to see
I'm a prisioner of my body
But, the body still is me
'I'M NOT DYING WITHOUT FIGHTING"
"I STILL THINK AS CLEAR AS YOU"
"I CAN'T RUN OR WALK LIKE YOU CAN"
"BUT, THERE'S LOTS THAT I CAN DO"
I am a man held captive
My cell is muscles, flesh and bone
I don't know how to describe it
I'm not stuck in here alone
"I NEED SOMEONE TO HEAR ME"
"PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE I WAS HERE'
'I KNOW IT'S NOT THE LIFE I WANTED"
"I NOW KNOW DEATH I DO NOT FEAR"
ALS has killed my body
But it has not killed my mind
I am in here, same as always
Still full of thoughts, some harsh, some kind
"I AM IN HERE AND I HEAR YOU"
'I TREASURE ALL THAT LIFE IS WORTH"
"LIKE LOU GHERIG SAID BEFORE ME"
"I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ON EARTH!"
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
I was suprised to see Robin
appear at the onset of dawn.
Looked on at my withdrawn self,
tucked on my shelf,
whereupon I return his look.
With his wings, he made a gesture
pointing out, out and beyond to
fields in a vesture of green.
Never I had I seen such pastal pastures,
nor known them to be so near.
Robin started to sing
of spontaneous adventure,
away from my miscellaneous thoughts.
Extraneous in nature for they did discouraged
this possible venture.
In an act of defiance,
I went to move, and felt a strain
tightening around my brain.
Denying the laws of science,
the frightening shackels restraining me
and my plumed heart from taking flight.
I struggled against the chain, I wiggled until bruised
and blood and sweat covered my skin.
The sticky heat of desperation consumes me,
wishing someone smuggled the key in
and remove these chaotic chains.
"I can't move," I cried to Robin,
expecting him to disapprove.
"I'm not like you. I can't just go and do what I want,
it doesn't work like that."
Even though I wanted to go.
My soul longs for it, to be like the Robin
where its only goal is to go
faraway like a bird of prey, flying high
complying to no one, just like Maslow wanted.
The reclamation of self-realization.
Robin did not reply.
Robin did not leave.
Nor did he grieve for me.
He simply waited.
This wasn't a rue.
He was glued to me and thus
Proving the legends true; of how
he got the mark of Christ's blood upon himself.
For he waited in hope
'til the day when I can cleave the chains
and he'll supply the rope
and reeve the opening of my escape.
But that day is not today.
Today's untimely end neared
with the threat of an upset sunset,
warning Robin that he must retreat
to avoid being a prisioner of the dark.
Yet, before he left, he nodded,
as if tell me not to fret.
For he will be back at sunrise
His wise eyes conformed
him to be sans falseness.
And I prayed to empty skies that I was right.
From my spot, I watch Robin's flight,
as night fell with gravity, pushing the sun down
and for a split second it turned to a green jewel.
I smiled like fool at Joule's "last glimpse"
feeling the chains, ever so slightly, loosen.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
Bewildered and forgotten
No one seems to care
Alone I sit while asking
Is anybody there?
Growing old was not my fault
Nor was it in my plans
I followed the path life gave me
Just like time demands
Discarded like a memory
That's no longer of any use
Rejected and neglected
My age is no excuse
No one comes to visit me
It's like I don't exist
They think I can't remember
So, I am just dismissed
Solitary confinement
What am I being punished for?
You tell me that you love me
Don't I deserve so much more?
No one to tell my troubles to
Or to talk about the past
A prisioner of my loneliness
How much longer can it last?
Banned from all existence
By the wrinkles on my face
One day soon, you'll feel my pain
For you will take my place
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 1:11 PM UTC
Bewildered and forgotten
No one seems to care
Alone I sit while asking
Is anybody there?
Growing old was not my fault
Nor was it in my plans
I followed the path life gave me
Just like time demands
Discarded like a memory
That's no longer of any use
Rejected and neglected
My age is no excuse
No one comes to visit me
It's like I don't exist
They think I can't remember
So, I'm silently dismissed
Solitary confinement
What am I being punished for?
You tell me that you love me
But don't visit anymore
No one to tell my troubles to
Or to talk about the past
A prisioner of my loneliness
How much longer can it last?
Banned from all existence
By the wrinkles on my face
One day soon, you'll feel my pain
For you will take my place
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
Hey, my beautiful boy
You hold the ocean in your eyes
So deep blue, I got lost in you
You loved me like no other
And I cannot replace you
Nor can I erase your touch
It's always beckoned me
Demanding of me
And I, craving of it
Our love was intimate
The *** wasn't just one and done
It was different
We held each other
Made sure the other was ok
Eye contact and shared the same breath
We moved as one, not two looking for simple pleasure
Pleasure came from your hand on my face alone
I didn't need your body to ****** into love
The image of your handsome face
It's forever lovely stuck on my mind
Your name tastes sweet rolling off my tongue
Forever is how long I will long for you
Forever is how long I will cherish you
Forever is how long I will love you
Forever could never be long enough for me
Forever could never be enough for me
Forever is a small amount of time
My love, you've got a grip on me
It will not let me go
And I'm ok with being a sweet prisioner
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
*wear that
wear this*
Smile
don't laugh
don't. even. think
about the aftermath
little princess
in your pretty dress
little prisioner
naked beneath satin
little faker
pretending less
little liar
it's not the end
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 5:17 AM UTC
I am the Sun
An eternal-like temporary explosion in the sky
A passenger in the universe.
I am the Lion
A king between hundreds of thousands of other kings
The ruler of my domains.
I am a Man.
A prisioner, in the companion of my own thoughts
and wishes.
I am the Waves and the Tide
A visitor of the shores,
Directly influenced by the Moon.
You can bath on me, or you can DROWN
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 9:17 PM UTC
Youre gone
like a ghost
and you took the best parts of me
but thats my fault
because I used them
to keep you
turn you into a prisioner
the bars were the threatining that I would die without you
I put mines all around you
so if you try to take a step
there will be an explosoin
but I would be the one who died
and my blood would be on your hands
and I thought that was enough to make you
Stay
but you didnt
and the parts of me
that felt
that i straped on to you
you took them
and honestly I didnt think you would
but now im left
alone
with the worst parts of me
You killed me
so you could live
and now its over
its over
over
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC