I carry pocket size chaos on my shoulder,
As I push my Sisyphean boulder.
I sit by the sea with ennui,
As the waves wash away every buoy.
Do not throw me rope!
You don’t know my chaos’ scope!
Hold your sympathetic display,
For I am the autumn moon,I am the highway!
The breadth of my inner wings,
Cannot be measured by man made things.
Do not throw me rope!
I am nefarious! Throw me hope!
I gather my chaos now spread over me so chaotically,
By my mind full of thoughts of excesses sought.
Collecting it in a manner oh so orderly,
Into a chaos pocket sized and 10000 watts.
As I push my Sisyphean boulder,
I carry pocket sized chaos on my shoulder.
/* This is for the sad loss of Chris Cornell. RIP Shadow King and say hello to heaven */
I love 'don't throw a rope, throw hope.' I love Chris Cornell's version of Nothing Compares 2U.
ReplyDeleteIt's especially iron that he did it as a tribute to prince
Delete"pocket sized chaos on my shoulder" is just such a great phrase.
ReplyDeleteI love "the breadth of my inner wings cannot be measured by manmade things." Another musician lost. Too many this year.
ReplyDeleteI think poets must first love music before they set out to write. Thoughtful tribute,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
I guess we all feel we're pushing a Sisyphean boulder from time to time, and with chaos on our shoulder as well. Throw us hope! Great lines in your poem! Well done.
ReplyDeleteThe breadth of my inner wings,
ReplyDeleteCannot be measured by man made things.... like that!!!
Powerful poem, reflect the feelings of loss and hope for us...
ReplyDeleteThe imagery used here is amazing. It's interestingly exasperating to wonder that, despite a great loss of any sort, chaos will raise it's ugly head, for the sake of entertainment, which in this case, offends the artist , as his memory is tainted, offends the family as they have to grasp the reality of a bull void, and then face the media bullies, and the fans who have been touched by the art, as it demeans their idol.
ReplyDelete'pocket size chaos' - an indelible phrase and so evocative: it gave me pause.
ReplyDelete'The breadth of my inner wings,
ReplyDeleteCannot be measured by man made things.'....love this & also 'pocket size chaos'...
So much we have to carry - maybe with a weight of that black hole.
ReplyDeleteWe can only hope that the rain clears things up and doesn't get washed away by the rain
DeleteThe opening lines had me captivated
ReplyDelete"Do not throw me rope!
ReplyDeleteI am nefarious! Throw me hope!" ~I loved these lines :)
"I am nefarious! Throw me hope!"
ReplyDeleteAwesome line; enjoyed the video too.
much love...
This is really so well done. the voice is stirring and i like the format, with the refrain and repetitions.
ReplyDeleteThrow me hope, indeed! I really love the energy that feeds the word, the honesty of the speaker's voice...
ReplyDeleteSuch a befitting tribute, Suyash!
ReplyDeleteLove the refrain, bro
ReplyDeleteOh the loss of Cornell is really heavy. Your poem is a very nice tribute and I *love* the rhyming of ennui with buoy!!
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ReplyDeleteYes I can feel this in my heart. Would have been great to hear it sung by Chris.
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