Please C/c My Poem About Fame?

Question by Rhiannon Red: please c/c my poem about fame?
Convulsing on cement ground
Poised for the galaxy, barely earthbound
Outside the decadence of the Viper Room
In fairyland, gothic gloom
Screamed 911 calls
As the curtain falls.

Hippie sensibilities
Hollywood commodity
Even on your funeral pyre
Making cash for the media empire
Vegan, sensitive boy tree hugger
Hard-core, party scene drug dabbler.

You sad eyes haunting every sheet
Of illiterate teen magazines á la TigerBeat
Spectre forever preserved in the scenes
Of your acolytes’ worlds and silver screens
Some sort of fey, movie star prophet
Tragic waste; what was the point of it?

23 and embalmed in fame
Only the name remains
Another beautiful and damned
River we waded through and swam
Using and abusing it until the very last
This phoenix won’t arise from the ashes of the past.

Caring for nothing millionaire and free
As heroin and cocaine flooded the body
Paler, paler, trying to fill that empty void
Left by an unwanted life of disfiguring celluloid
Music was the desire but movies were the bread
That kept the beast and the fire of legacy fed.

Coffin lid is closed shut and so it seems
The stolen promise of future dreams
As the fragile, erring spirit is reduced
To a lonely, damaged boy and deduced
Endlessly but none of us will ever know
How deep the river’s waters flow.
does anyone know who the person i wrote this poem about is???

Best answer:

Answer by Thomas
Rhiannon Red

Absolutely the best written poem since I have seen your work RR.
Perhaps there have been better stories, though this is superb, spot
on what will happen to almost any one who attains fame, fortune,
and ultimately their demise. Look what happened to one of my faves,
poor Mel Gibson, it finally got to him and he had a large family, wife etc
well protected, but after the Passion of the Christ, it was bye bye Mel.
Now, some of these poor young girls in the spotlight.

Your poem line by line is compact, each couplet x 3 very well organized,
little fat on the beginning edges–excellent, and you Cap and rid clutterous
punctuation except the valid ? and the period at end is fine the line. 🙂
Rhymes worked and you were not afraid to employ slants either.

Answer by The Greek ?
Deep and philosophical work. I very much like the flowing rhythm.

There is a voice reciting in your poems. I smile to that quality. 🙂 G.

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