Some Sad News: David_Macleod
cherished, in lessons learned.
it's all about passion
seeing a spark
an inkling of like awareness
that burns your layers
until blood runs
leaving hearts to slowly break
in exquisite agony
isolating that
and with your soul
in an absolute
you
SCREAM
it
from the top of your lungs
you howl at the moon
you pound the drum
and you never,
ever
quit.
Written by Bluevelvete
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(hugs)
To a Man With a Pen
Listen!
Screams that man
Man of pen
He's dying
in pain alone
Begs for audience
before what cannot open to the world
as advocate for all
All seems dull
Life as music is still
All speaking seems unheard
In dry response I reply
I speak for the hard of hearing
With senses dulled like no other
Gates of music rusted shut by tears
When the oil flows then party too loud;
until the next rain shuts me down
Untrained and clumsy
Without a dream to motivate and commit
Humanity screamed too loud;
left me weak and bleeding
So bad I would be learning
Too wild for just anyone
Only a prince could bust a wall
Ego already has too many issues
to get left out of the conversation again
I don't know enough to have anything to say
but your words could start my theatre
So please jump up on my stage
and maybe you'll get a fresh idea
even if you don't get heard
If you speak I might hear
If you make me listen we'll both learn
I could hear without learning even if I'm trying
I feel I could empathize but might not really understand
Pigs trampled my pearls and tore me up
Help me repair the equation
so I can listen more
and bluster less
Screams that man
Man of pen
He's dying
in pain alone
Begs for audience
before what cannot open to the world
as advocate for all
All seems dull
Life as music is still
All speaking seems unheard
In dry response I reply
I speak for the hard of hearing
With senses dulled like no other
Gates of music rusted shut by tears
When the oil flows then party too loud;
until the next rain shuts me down
Untrained and clumsy
Without a dream to motivate and commit
Humanity screamed too loud;
left me weak and bleeding
So bad I would be learning
Too wild for just anyone
Only a prince could bust a wall
Ego already has too many issues
to get left out of the conversation again
I don't know enough to have anything to say
but your words could start my theatre
So please jump up on my stage
and maybe you'll get a fresh idea
even if you don't get heard
If you speak I might hear
If you make me listen we'll both learn
I could hear without learning even if I'm trying
I feel I could empathize but might not really understand
Pigs trampled my pearls and tore me up
Help me repair the equation
so I can listen more
and bluster less
Written by EdibleWords
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He wrote an inspirational lamentation once that made me write a response. I don’t remember if I had the courage to share it with him, anymore, but I always thought back to him when I remembered this poem.
Deepest Condolences to his family, and May his Soul rest in Peace
For David
he was paused on his breath
beholding the breathtaking vista of forever
painted on the eternal ocean
of blue,
mirrored in prismatic colours of Gaia's fields
Freedom from his mortal coils
and pain
...his journey to Eden begins.
Farewell, David.
For David
he was paused on his breath
beholding the breathtaking vista of forever
painted on the eternal ocean
of blue,
mirrored in prismatic colours of Gaia's fields
Freedom from his mortal coils
and pain
...his journey to Eden begins.
Farewell, David.
I knew David very well. We go way back approximately 7 years. He always made me laugh at the absurdity of everyday life and when you needed a kick in the ass, he delivered mightily.
I’m saddened by his passing, a good bloke and damn fine writer. He was in physical pain often, I hope the he finds peace on the other side....
I’m saddened by his passing, a good bloke and damn fine writer. He was in physical pain often, I hope the he finds peace on the other side....
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PoetSpeak said:I knew David very well. We go way back approximately 7 years. He always made me laugh at the absurdity of everyday life and when you needed a kick in the ass, he delivered mightily.
I’m saddened by his passing, a good bloke and damn fine writer. He was in physical pain often, I hope the he finds peace on the other side....
You reminded me of something he used to play on. He loved (I’d go as far as adored) making people feel awkward just for lols.
Whenever people would say he gave them a kick, he’d be like... that’s it... mock the fkn disabled man why dontcha... I see how it is 🤣
Ah, good times.
I’m saddened by his passing, a good bloke and damn fine writer. He was in physical pain often, I hope the he finds peace on the other side....
You reminded me of something he used to play on. He loved (I’d go as far as adored) making people feel awkward just for lols.
Whenever people would say he gave them a kick, he’d be like... that’s it... mock the fkn disabled man why dontcha... I see how it is 🤣
Ah, good times.
Indeed, he was able to make light of his physical misfortunes, I think it helped him cope. We had a running joke about fried Mars Bars, apparently popular on his side of the pond. Additionally I never met a man so in love with consuming Bacon sandwiches. He also made me hungry ....
Anonymous
PoetSpeak said:Indeed, he was able to make light of his physical misfortunes, I think it helped him cope. We had a running joke about fried Mars Bars, apparently popular on his side of the pond. Additionally I never met a man so in love with consuming Bacon sandwiches. He also made me hungry ....
Yeah he always used to say bacon was better than any woman
and yeah, fried Mars bars. I had a few when I visited. So wrong and yet so right
Yeah he always used to say bacon was better than any woman
and yeah, fried Mars bars. I had a few when I visited. So wrong and yet so right 
Anonymous
I did not know David personally, though I am saddened by his passing. Your tributes to him and memories of him are beautiful.
For all of you who shared a relationship with him, you have my sincerest condolences, as does his family.
For all of you who shared a relationship with him, you have my sincerest condolences, as does his family.
Death of a Poet
No life insurance to peddle
around here
just collecting each tear
in a drab copper kettle
Saving them this way
for a sunny day
just to help me recall
pain and its reveling
With all of this leveling
of a prosaic playing field
guided by the silent whisper
of some poetic muse
Lighting the creative fuse
before dipping the quill
committing the will
in the quest for serious poetry
Living the life errant
in artistic solitude
with the lonely multitude
awaiting the final stanza
Rest in peace dear poet ... may all you hear is sweet music and beautiful poetry ...
No life insurance to peddle
around here
just collecting each tear
in a drab copper kettle
Saving them this way
for a sunny day
just to help me recall
pain and its reveling
With all of this leveling
of a prosaic playing field
guided by the silent whisper
of some poetic muse
Lighting the creative fuse
before dipping the quill
committing the will
in the quest for serious poetry
Living the life errant
in artistic solitude
with the lonely multitude
awaiting the final stanza
Rest in peace dear poet ... may all you hear is sweet music and beautiful poetry ...
