For Starman

Photo of David Bowie by Adam Bielawski.

From David Bowie’s Wiki.

Goodbye, Major Tom, you’ve finished your fantastic voyage.
Rest easy, Starman.

If you can, say hello to Mr. Fahrenheit. Let your voices together fill the cosmos’ labyrinth.

Here, we shall don our red shoes, not to dance the blues or to mourn, but to celebrate the life that was yours.

A space oddity, the rise, and fall of Ziggy Stardust, a Goblin King. . .
We shall endure, though without you, but we shall do our magic dance that you taught us. One that lifted our spirits and freed so many from The Bog of Eternal Stench.
We’ll not see you as the man who sold the world, nor the man who sat in his tin can…but the man who showed the world, and went through life’s changes.

Ashes to ashes, wild is the wind, Starman, Ziggy Stardust…you’re the prettiest star.
A blackstar, who is no longer under pressure.

Rest easy, Starman. Ground control, over and out.

Robert J. S. T. McCartney
A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group

 

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The Ballad of the Blues

Dirty Piano Keys photo by eflon. eflon has no affiliation with me, or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

Photo by eflon. eflon has no affiliation with me, or A.B.Normal Publishing Media Group, nor do they support my work and/or practices.

On a Monday I was born
Life, as I live it, has been the norm
To have its ups and downs
I remember from a song I heard way back
“we all need the clowns”*
Like its ending line
A smile on my face I did find

Many would probably disagree,
That life on the road can be a mystery
For you see, you may know the destination
But getting there, the trip itself. . .the realization
Can cause you to stop and wonder
“Is this how I want it to be?”

As I watch the TV

The sound of the pavement humming
My bandmates’ guitars strumming
I look down at your photograph and I think
All of this causes my mind to sink
An overwhelming dread and sense of lost
Without you here, it’s been the greatest cost

Though I’ve gone on and made a name
For myself, my heart is still full of shame
I can’t help but think of what could have been
Had I been there that night when. . .

“Cheer up,” they say
I smile and I look away
Though I’ve snapped back to reality
I fight back the tears and ponder my mortality
Though I sing and play others songs
Inside, in my heart a battle rages on

Though I fight to sing the blues
In the back of my mind I cling to one hope
That I’ll perhaps find you again in another life
And then, if I get that chance, I’ll never let you go

Friday’s have never been so cold
I know you though, for you’d want me to grow old
To find someone new
To move on, and not stew. . .
For what could have been
For if I had been
There. . .

I know though, you’ll be waiting for me
Life on the road is a mystery
For when I go, I know it’s you I’ll see

In my old age, I’ve lived a great tale
A span of many tours and albums
It’s my time now, friends
Let me rest
My dear, with you by my side
On a Tuesday did we both die

Robert J. S. T. McCartney
A.B.Normal Publishing and Media Group
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*”Faithfully” by Journey