Hello Angel
It is such an unhappy thing
That the world will never again know
Your beautiful smile
It is an unfathomable tragedy
That you no longer recognize
The best friend that you knew from the time of his birth
Your brother
I have to believe
That when your suffering is at an end
The light will shine in your eyes again
That you will be able to remember
And to smile
On the day that the Heavens finally say to you
Hello Angel
Love,
Cie
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Notes:
Re: the top picture
The prompt provides a perfect picture, which may seem incongruous for me to use, given the heavy nature of the poem itself.
My poem's subject seems the sort of person who would have enjoyed the whimsy provided by alphabet soup.
He grew up poor. Foods like alphabet soup tend to be cheap, and kids enjoy them.
He once said that he and his siblings really never considered themselves poor. They just thought that everyone lived like they did.
He ended up becoming extremely wealthy, but I'm quite sure that he would trade it all just to know what was happening once again.
I don't care if people get tired of seeing the following graphic or hearing about this person. I'm going to keep sharing and talking about it, because it is so very necessary to understand how much we need to research the diseases that cause dementia so that we can stop them--reverse them--eradicate them. So that no more bright, good people will have their lives destroyed in this way.
My friend Dolly believes that the suffering he is enduring has the capacity to teach people who are willing to open their minds and hearts. His compassionate nature was always a lesson for others. Simply by being who he was, he was a teacher. So I can see this being true, although I'm still deeply saddened and angered that one who always tried to be kind ended up suffering so greatly.
Dolly wrote
a poem about why she considers Malcolm Young to be a Bodhisattva. It is worth reading.
If anyone has some sort of asshat comment about his unfortunate addiction to tobacco, keep that shit to yourself. He successfully rehabilitated from alcohol addiction in 1988 and never again touched a drop of the hard stuff. That's damn commendable.
Cigarettes are a notoriously hard habit to break free from. People who have quit using heroin have said that quitting smoking cigarettes is even harder. Often it is impossible.
Commercial cigarettes have chemicals above and beyond nicotine added to the tobacco. They are made to hook smokers and keep them hooked.
I smoked for 20 years, so I'm not about to get on my high horse. Truth is, I'd still love a smoke. I quit in 2006. I still think about it often and wish I could fire one up. It's hard not to go back. However, I wasn't as addicted as some people become.
Everyone's body is different. Everyone's brain chemistry is different. No one has the right to harshly judge another's weaknesses.
