Carpe Diem Acts of Devotion: The End of the Road

the end of the road

I leave it all behind me

in joy and sorrow

~Cie~

Notes:

This Senryu was partly inspired by the image and partly by the song "In Joy and Sorrow", which was written by my fellow black dog attendant, Ville Valo.

Some people with mood disorders take medications.

Those of us who don't respond well to medications write bleak a.f. poetry.

A Tribute to the King of Queen

I love this photo of Freddie Mercury, which Marian shared on tonight's Imaginary Garden With Real Toads prompt.

A Tribute to the King of Queen
 

He made a lot of people happy

He set a lot of spirits free

I never was a killer queen

But he made me feel like it was okay to be me

 

Onstage, he was flashy

Offstage, a quiet soul

Secret struggles and inner demons

Eventually took their toll

 

I dreamed of him after his passing

He gave my cheek a little kiss

He said "thank you, my friend, for thinking of me"

I told him he would always be missed

 

He is missed to this day

And well remembered

 

~Cie~

 

Note:

The dream part is true

Further note for my rude commenter:
This is now the Freddie Mercury AND Malcolm Young blog. Hope it pisses you off.
(Sorry, still steaming about that nonsense.)

What the Fuck Brain?

What the Fuck, Brain?

In a different kind of Move Like Jagger

I'm gonna stick my hand in my heart

Rip it out

And spill my blood all over the page

I've lost my fucking head

The reason will soon become clear

In everything that's said

I said I wanted to put you in my pocket and keep you safe

I started thinking that I wanted to hug you

Until your memory came back

So I could see the light turn on in your eyes once again

I started thinking that you always looked a little sad

I started thinking that I wished I could soothe your sorrow

Cuddle away your blues or some such squishy-headed foolishness

Then I started thinking

Shame on me for what I started thinking

Fucking Midnight Confession style thoughts

About a married man

I started thinking that I want to do bad things with you

Like that's gonna fucking accomplish anything

Like that's gonna bring you back

Like what the hell is wrong with me?

Image source

And then the fucking dam burst

I haven't been able to cry about this

Even though I've talked about it till I'm blue in the face

What the fuck

What the fuck

What the fuck

Is wrong with the Universe?

Everything dies

But you don't create something so beautiful

Just to utterly destroy it

For however wrong my thoughts are

(And I hate myself for them)

They're nowhere near close to as wrong

As what's been done to you

Everything is in vain

Life is pain

Hope is folly

Confession is good for the tabloids

Some things try their best to be strong

Although they're actually fragile

I want to put you in my pocket

And keep you safe forever

~Cie~

For Malcolm Young

For those who think that AC/DC is nothing but a party band, this deep cut from the underrated Powerage album shows another side. At the heart of it, they're a hard-driving blues-rock band. They are the best of things.

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