Riverman - A ConclusionA Poem by Daniel WashingtonWhen inspiration sails on by - do your best to capture it in a jar After searching long and hard, I conclude - I have no Riverman, whispering words of encouragement or fear; desperation or love. - I saw it all, as he sailed on past to a place more deserving of his light and his calm and his body and his inspiration. - Where tortured souls have name badges and hurl themselves at the parade of tin whistles and banging drums. - Where they pillage there own friends looking for alien sensations and fireworks for fallen foes who raised difficult questions and dressed as though they were homeless. - Where they took liberties with there flesh and connected with ease to some higher hive mind of complicity known only to people like me as unease. - Where they raised their voices and shrieked driving off the demented spirits that threaten something-or-other depletion this-and-that this culture is going mad. - Where they darkened the doors of therapists in total disrespect to their immaculate sanity and abundance of hopes and dreams. - Where tortured souls strip naked to cover their disgrace and modesty is a sin and speaks of mental fragility and weakness. - I saw it all, as he sailed on past I wept, not for the first time and for once, it was not beautiful. - They smile, which in itself isn't a crime but can be a surprising, dividing line that I'm getting caught by all of the time. - He will teach them how to write with chalk and draw their own outlines, while they dance under the flickering light of murder. - As they squeeze out their creations from every hole that makes a sound and howl from the pain at their centre vowing never to open their wicked eyes and spy on the souls of the angels. - As they sing with heathen voices and hardly ever sigh alone while they sit alongside the fire and everyone see's the light. - As they long to touch each other's skins and are unable to refrain from doing so leaving me to articulate the longing that others never have to feel. I'm not even good at it. - As they wither with forgetfulness and burn with indignant rage when confronted by these depressives who remind them the darkness is in fact real. - He will teach them how to side-step all that and rearrange with their minds and imagine alternatives - They smile, almost all of the time that queer, surprising, dividing line that seems to expose me every time. - I will continue on with the help of the lion's fear - I will continue on with or without the soft lips of the muse at my ear - I will continue on having difficulty in relating to my peers - I will continue on until there's no need for a Riverman here
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StatsAuthorDaniel WashingtonMilton Keynes, United KingdomAboutHello! I'm Daniel; - I like to write. Sometimes I do it well, other times I don't, which I suppose is only fair. For the past 5 or so years I've been working on a novel. Currently only at novella l.. more..Writing
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