Murky Personification Of The Enlightened

The legends of an era, the idols of millions and the dreams spoken with reality – these artists had life and name as good as it gets.

But behind the blazing flashes and buzzing pyrotechnics, high pitched speakers and shady goggles, lived a person who chose to speak and sing to face or avoid his shortcomings – they were just as human as us. 

Tribute to these great ones who still inspire and intrigue us.

Wished they had lived a bit longer to know the difference they could have made.

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Away from the anguish of an uncongenial demise.

My soul lies amongst the ones who knew just enough.

Bleeding fingers on the strings of my fastened starvation.

A truth waiting to be told, veiled in my rhythmic bluff.

Opaque souls being devoured with expectations.

You follow me with the desire to understand the pain.

And I – the murky personification of the enlightened.

Songs of confession nourishing my absurdness in vain.

I feel strongest when you touch me with your bare heart.

Amalgamated stories of you and me in consonance.

My meaning lies in my words, so different from my deeds.

Shamelessly baring my demons in a 30 minute performance.

This life was the beginning of me fighting the Gods.

Defined with madness and hate, my face would be drawn.

Infamous ends would be my treasured pronouncements.

You would know and want my love – when I would be gone.