red and blue

Mr. Case this is a very painful write to witness some you care for fade in their aura and personality is sad..

this resonate with me deeply..

love Brenda

Thanks Brenda, stoked this resonated with you.

Fake plastic trees... perhaps, but I can see how creep fits too.  Thanks for dropping by AEMelia.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

I don't know why I immediately thought of those lines from "I Dreamed a Dream" when reading this. A slow repression of Life and meaning, almost indicative of addiction impaired, or Alzheimer's.

The essence is palpable, case.

Palpable essence is palatable to me... thanks heaps for sharing your thoughts, Ahavati.

My friend...i can sense a sad, nostalgia woven within this piece....the poet's wistful recollection of an individual who was obviously admired, and the deep feelings of loss as the person's career spiraled downwards.

When i read this, Michael Jackson is the artist that comes to mind...from his early star quality with his brothers, to the "blue and red flames" as his burning hair in the Pepsi commercial, and straight on into his tatooed eyeliner of Captain Eos--even until the end with his entire body dysmorphic disorder. ( the gradual self-destruction present, but somehow, in the hindsight of 20/20, disguised.)

Irregardless of the person who prompted this,it is a poignantly powerful piece !

I don't think there's a sharper tool in the DU shed... I thought I was too cryptic in this poem, but your comment assured me I didn't go too far.  The way you decipher and dissect poetry is truely incredible, Enchantress.  Thanks heaps for your excellent comment.  

Pepsi!!
I was damn close ;)
awesome piece, Case

Awesome comp, miki, thanks for the inspiration... (all the best and look forward to your return.)

The rise and fall of a vital life, captured in a few choice words. Really nice.

Thanks Josh, I appreciate you adding this piece to your RL and for dropping by to share your thoughts.

yep got this on the Pepsi colours - awesome reveal brother Case -

Thanks heaps, brother whale, always stoked to get your feedback.

Poignant...

I'm stoked you're feeling it, Kate... thanks heaps for the RL too! :)

the fire of the music
makes the dance machine vibrate;
songs & poems are merely synonymous for passion...

I guess to be void of passion is like playing air guitar without music... perhaps that's an antonym for passion.  Thanks heaps for dropping by and sharing your insights, Mr Feddeler.

Like many before me Michael Jackson came to mind... also because of the smooth hurricane...

Anyway... it's painful what life (fame) can do to a person! You captured that very well, mainly because of the 'summary' of words: your smile > dynamite > plastic > explosive > fake and then in the ending "you changed from red to blue to white" That made the impact of the poem all the more powerful!

Great write, Alexander!

I'm stoked you picked up on the smooth hurricane and that you felt the impact.  Thanks heaps, Duende, for your awesome comment.

Oh my god!

Case, now you know why i truly love your complex lobes,
they're strange and tasteful, intricate and delicate

you are hymns,

this is mind blowing, jeeez,

I'm blown away by your comment, Splitssunsets.  Thanks heaps for lovin' the complex lobes. :)

beautiful!