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Post by rosepetal on Sept 18, 2014 14:17:01 GMT -5
I have been enjoying all the conversation here bur RL has gotten in the way of me having time to join in. Today was a big day for me and it kind of goes along with our previous discussion of being lost. Today was the first time we were allowed to tour our new facility 4 years in the making. I wrote this poem several years ago at a time when I felt really lost. Today most of those feeling have subsided, but it is my profound belief that that I would not have been able to adjust as well if not for my family, friends and Adam, each were with me daily in my heart and mind. Here is the poem followed by an explanation of why I wrote it. I would like to say I don't think it is my best work and maybe not the type of poem that has great meaning to others but to me it says so much.
When normal goes away How does one move forward when normal goes away, When heart home and landscape are forever changed, Do you wonder blindly, afraid to face to dawn Looking without reason for what is simply gone. Or do you move swiftly, putting grief away Riding on sorrows wings in search of yesterday, Or do you look in wonderment at faces with no names, Strangers who can’t understand but none the less they came. Or perhaps you look inside yourself, where comfort once had lain Where tragedy is just a word and sanity remains, And would you find it waiting there, the strength to overcome The fortitude to carry on, no matter damage done, For there’ll be no map to follow, no lamp to light your path No beacon there to guide you, in the aftermath. But there will be shock, disbelief and horror on your mind Emptiness you can’t forget, and solace you can’t find There’ll be no answers waiting, in the rubble that remains For when nature is the one to call there is no one to blame. There’s only time, and time roll on regardless of your loss Caring not for broken worlds or bridges left uncrossed, So in closing I should tell you that each must find their way, For I too am sorely lost since normal blew away,
On May 22 2011 at 5:42 PM, an EF5 tornado cut a 13 mile path through my home town, Joplin MO. It claimed 161 precious lives, destroyed 8500 homes and businesses, including the high school several grade schools and St. John's hospital. We were very lucky we live just outside of town and didn't lose our home but many of our friends and coworkers lost everything. The bodies of one of our friends and his 2 children we're found in then cab of his truck, they had gone to buy a light bulb. I could go on with sad accounts but it is not necessary, I'm sure everyone has seen the pictures of recent storms on TV. I only hope no one has been in one has been in one of those storms. I was a 20 year employee of the hospital, it's funny how a building can means so much to a person, to a community, to a way of life. Anyway, the poem was a way of expressing how I felt so I wanted to share it with you. The new hospital will open in March 2015. I am thankful for that and for all those who helped me through this including our sweet Adam,whose sprit gave me solace, encouragement, and hope in one of many trying time.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 12, 2014 5:31:44 GMT -5
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 10, 2014 10:42:10 GMT -5
This must be the best "rant" I've read in a long while. Perfect. Thanks, cassie, for bringing it over. great article. Thanks so much Cassie Let me add my thanks. Sadly I have a coworker whose patent made her leave when she came out. The fact that she was only 17 and had to live on her car didn't seem to matter. She told me they tried to take the car but she had bought it money from her Grandmother and they weren't on the title. I didn't know her then but if I had she would not have been living in her car.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 10, 2014 10:24:25 GMT -5
To all: This is my poem for the day, for no reason other than the difference Adam has made in my ability to cope day to day.
I float listless , Mindless . Crashing first to wave Then to shore . Grasping . Hoping. Needing more. Time flies by on gilded wings , Bringing with it better things . Love. Joy. And silent grace , Memories a life time makes. I stand. My foothold strong, And cast my lot in to the throng Of everyday and everyone Tears fall my journey done, The sky turns a mystic blue I stand in awe. For I've found u.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 10, 2014 8:56:53 GMT -5
Update: I'm writing again, yay! *** And here's one of my poems for rosepetal - it's about a poet In the Middle of NowhereThere's an old road In the middle of nowhere - A path of wisdom and regret. I've been walking, It seems like forever. Maybe this journey has no end? You can find me In the middle of nowhere, Chasing dreams of golden sunsets. I won't get lost, No matter how I fare, While I remain true to myself. There's an answer Waiting for me somewhere Beyond horizon's silver edge. I'll cross the dawn And look to the future, Bright with promise of a new day. 'Cause I am just a poet, Wandering; Nothing but a loner Searching for the truth. Oh, I need an answer To that eternal question: What lies beyond the horizon? What lies beyond? I need to know. What is there over yonder? I need to find my own answers: What lies beyond the horizon? I love it .... what an infinite question you propose. So glad you are writing again !!!!
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 10, 2014 8:53:40 GMT -5
augenpoesie
Thanks , I am loving all the beautiful words, ideas, and pictures being shared here. And to think all of us can gather here because of are love for Adam. He truly is a treasure.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 7, 2014 10:14:46 GMT -5
Good morning, I as was driving to work today...(listening to Adam of course) I got to thinking about how many emotions are incorporated in a song. They us make happy , sad, tell us stories,induce us to dance...no matter our lack of dancing skills...lol...comfort us and so much more. So I wrote this little verse in my head on the way in. I would like to share it with you...it makes me think of music which makes me think of Adam, funny how most things make me think of Adam;)
A song Hold me close to your heart And whisper in my ear, Tell me of your dreams And of those that you hold dear. Transport me and sunshine Bathe me in your rain, Dance with me at evening Speak to me of fame. Wrap me in your sadness Lift me up at dawn , Comfort and caress me My friend... my love...a song.
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 6, 2014 9:58:37 GMT -5
Aww....Adam is wearing a QAL t-shirt!! OMG!!!!...,I have that t-shirt
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 5, 2014 10:38:43 GMT -5
@byroncooke Seeing this pic from #QAL gig in Melbourne has given me what I call #QALWithdrawals. Anyone else suffering?. t.co/c7kMP9eTAyYep, Just got back from the doctor, apparently there isn't a cure
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Post by rosepetal on Sept 5, 2014 10:33:40 GMT -5
I am enjoying reading everyone's thoughts about boxes, poetry, and magic! I wanted to offer a few thoughts about magic -- in regards to Adam. Remember when Adam gave his monologue before "A Change is Gonna Come" at The Music Box at the end of the Glam Nation tour? He spoke about how there are always people out there who can give you a list of reasons of how unworthy you are, and how you need to change yourself, and how "you're never gonna fuckin' make it." In Adam's reply (words and song and attitude) was a kind of manifesto, words to live by. One of the things I love about Adam is how he has never failed to live up to his principles. He has had many opportunities to sell out in the four years since then, and still you often see calls for him to do so. Yet never once has he failed himself. Though we wouldn't know it for another year, when the Queen + Adam journey really began at the EMAs, out there Adam had an unlikely but perfect match. Two old guys who were constantly bombarded about their own unworthiness. At best, they were long past their shelf life, the critics said. At worst, money-grubbing oldsters without the wit to realize no one wanted to hear them anymore. But like all great artists, Brian, Roger, and Adam failed to respond to the voices. Instead, all responded to a deep inner voice that told them how strong and brave they could be. Because failure was a possibility. What if the critics were right? Did anyone else hold their breath when the tickets for this tour went on sale, hoping the boys knew what they were doing? Somehow, for great artists, the future never stops glowing with possibility. It would have been the path of least resistance for Brian and Roger to live in the past as far as their music is concerned. Accept what the voices said about embracing their past hurt and pain, or contenting themselves with memorializing their past glories and accomplishments. But the truth is that there are ghosts who we may love but can no longer be part of who we are. You can remain in the past among those lost souls whose best years are behind them, or move forward to explore what life has to offer now. As for Adam, there was any one of a hundred ways he could have choked on this collaboration! There are those who follow the numbers and believe there is a formula for success, a way to build a Frankenstein's monster in a great lab in some studio. If only we could find it! Maybe those people are even right. But Adam is not one of those people. For him, there's something magic in our dreams, the creative power of the imagination, and the deeper vision of who we can be. Has Adam not been telling us this from the beginning and continued to tell us this from every platform he gets? The real magic is hope within our own hearts and souls. I must say that Adam has completely changed my life. He has done what many years of therapy didn't do.Convince me that it's ok to love myself and forgiveness hold's the power of freedom . Perhaps, then some magic resides in the knowledge that with freedom and love all things are possible.
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