My Brother Loved Hendrix Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
My Brother Loved Hendrix
Can I reach for you like a palm tree?
Moonlight on this sea of dreams
He had a letter in his fatigues
Dead at twenty two
My romance is heavy
My poetry edgy
The cold wind never seems gone
Baby maybe some things don’t go
I just can’t shine like the dawn
Too many clouds
The letter in his pocket was from me
I loved the way Hendrix played the blues
All these stairways crossing
These young graves
Wait a minute some things wrong
We all know some things wrong
Machine Gun gritty as a battlefield
My brother loved Hendrix
are you 'taking' the same stuff hendrix was takin'? thanks for sharing, but, again, it is a bit beyond me. :) bri
I loved that double album, can't remember the name of it. Good poem!
good writes are surprizingly rare around here, this is fantastic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/12/2024 8:28:32 AM # 1.0.0
I really Like the part about { all these Stairways Crossing } Makes me think of How Many Stairways to heaven their are. I for one believe Followers of Many Religions. Will find their own Unique stairway to Heaven. A Benevolent; Compassionate; Loving, and empathetic God would surely understand our many different perceptions of Religion. and our plethora of strategies to get there. three quills up for this poem: -)