POEMS : 2014

2014-08-12

Robin

You started out on Ork

A cosmic jet fueled dork

And I would love it when you 

Visited us on happy days

Only you could know

The witness of your show

A brain made up of sadness

And electric rays

Good morning Vietnam

Must've been your truest song

For in you was a war you'd always wage

The hunting of good will

The laughs would never fill

Your hunger for the dream

To turn the page

Oh Robin you flew

And now robin you fly

To places we can't see or yet conceive 

The joy that you gave

We know now was brave

To be free and yet 

remain still a slave

The fisher king was you

Those of us never knew

That your demons hadn't yet been tamed

You hid in the storm

Of laughter so warm

Hard to see that the source

Was still maimed 

Awakenings will come

But the sadness goes on

And age will come down on us all

The dead poets you loved

Wrote of it as they shoved

Light into the darkness of the fall

Oh Robin you flew

And now robin you fly

To places we can't see or yet conceive 

The joy that you gave

We know now was brave

To be free and yet remain 

still a slave

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