~ What's going on. ~

~ What's going on. ~

A Poem by Relic

He didn't get along with his father.
Family harmony slowly slid off the musical staff,
and any melodic agreement between them drowned
in argumentative cacophony.  

They'd lost their grip on understanding and love,
but the long, slow decline started years earlier
when he lost himself to addictions.  

He bore the weight of cocaine and lust
on his shoulders,
high enough for his wife to see the personality
changes and the affairs.  

"Sexual healing is good for me..."  

Throughout many years, his golden voice sang
through a microphone with power, grace, and soul.
But internally, he was falling apart.  

One night, in the heat of an argument,
he was shot in the hallway of his father's home.
His father was charged.  

The voice of Marvin Gaye, a Motown favorite
for millions, left behind a legacy.  

The impassioned words, the expressive music,
must now remain in the hearts of his fans
and in history forever.  


~

"Father, father
We don't need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some loving here today."

                       ~ What's going on. ~

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-kA3UtBj4M

© 2025 Relic


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A tragic story told with empathy and wisdom. Indeed ... what is going on. Why can we not just love each other and if we can't do that ... at least hear the other out. I think the answer is indeed addiction ... to drugs, phones, and even being virtuous. We are blessed when you pick up that pen, Relic:)

Posted 3 Days Ago


Relic

2 Days Ago

Thanks very much, Pryde.
Relic,
I was around for that whole story. You've told it well.
Vol

Posted 6 Days Ago


Relic

5 Days Ago

Thanks Vol. I remember seeing it on the news.

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