DEATH OF A ROCK STAR * * * * *

Death of a Rock Star

He breathes his idealism and his integrity.

Pounding in front of me, draws blankness;

with that, continues with his ideas and glassy structure.

So cold is his skin, while touching him; I feel blown.

 

Death brings out apart of him, tares away with his soul

and

I can’t get thin enough, slim. 

Why

don’t you just wrap your stone-cold grip around me, and

snuff.

 

Bring-out my sexuality. Take the life; break it right in front of me.

Trailer treat, object intensifies; identified as dungeon meat, and I.

Just trail my hopes and dreams, with his sweet, intense sexual-serenity,

From this mouth, holds loads and loads of his personal insecurities.

This ashtray and I, can’t break-way from my pride, still…

…holding his cup in hand.

 

This chalice is mine, was; initially. Bored, beautiful. Christ help me.

Pigged him to him, pound; pounded. Slightly intoxicated

With his DNA destroying; its obviously indicated.
But believe me when I tell you, that I. This tragic; tragedy...

...once was beautiful. 

Yeah, I was once beautiful.

This other guy and I were once so perfect.

Wanting children, getting married, making love; real love.

Now this, cursed malnourished body; diseased and baby.

Can you still tell me that I’m that beautiful..?

That wonderful?

 

Can you still kiss me, even look at me.

Without feeling shy-shocked embarrassed.

Well baby, these s***s don’t just happen to the best of us.

 

Formed from weakness, and the butterfly’s; they can’t breathe baby.

Just look at me maybe? 

Take a good look, and see its not as unholy as you’d make me.

Leather strapped, a*s whipped marked, grown branded…

And I can’t leave this place in collar, lately.

 

And at night we’d look to the stars, stare at the trees; so out there.

Guiding us, always in the wrong direction, how?

Well, I’m here, pig-tied gagged, I can’t tell you how.

I can’t tell you when it happened.

Or how it happened, or why, but I’ll die.

Knowing that I love you, cry; praying just to save us.

For you to look into my eyes one last time; ears and whisper,

“Look at the trees. They’re not going anywhere baby, but that doesn’t stop them from growing.”

 

Death of a Rock Star

Written By; Joshua Randall

Session IV: Eventually

Reviews

[Crowley]

That last line is one of those that makes me say to myself..."damn". And with the hint of laveder oil and diesel fuel, you paint yet another masterpiece that brushes my shoulder and makes me turn and say, who was that, and why does he have so much to say? Great writing.....

[MOON]

Beautiful write ,the fall, disintergration of the dream .

[Emerald Seas]

Fabulous writing, Joshua.

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fiercely intense..and yes the last line is just a master class in how to finish a poem...

[Erica Daubert]

This poem is mind blowing. It's so passionate, while reading it, I could feel the character's pain. And the last line... just wow. I reread it quite a few times, I was in awe of it. What a beautiful way to end such a morose piece. Bravo. I can't wait to read more of your works, I really dig your style.

[stellasautelle]

Brilliant! I loved it.. very well written :)

[LJW]

Raw and real.

[Michael Jarrell]

Holy s**t. This is so good. My jaw seriously dropped a few times while reading this... awesome!