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My Poem “Opening Up”
Opening up is not always easy... being honest about your feelings is not always as simple as it sounds... speaking freely is not always as easy as it should be... telling someone what they want to hear might be the right thing for you to do in the short term, but as time goes on that same person may need to be gently coerced into changing their ways in order to turn their life around - because people sometimes feel caged, people sometimes feel trapped, people sometimes feel silently enraged, people sometimes feel as if they are on a journey to somewhere they know they want to go but they do not know the right path to walk, nor do they have any sort of a map. Discovering that we are somehow different, but at the same time living a life in parallel to someone else, can be both confusing and exciting at the same time... further exploration of what we feel we know about ourselves can be like having a revelation that changes everything about the world that you thought you already knew: a lie can become the truth, and the truth can become a lie. Knowing how, when, where, and to whom to open up to can be like trying to cross a minefield - because some people are more accepting about certain things than others are... knowing how and what to say as accurately as possible what you may have been mulling over for what feels like your entire life is sometimes something that needs to be rehearsed in front of a mirror... it can sometimes be easier to tell a complete stranger your innermost secrets than it can be to expose yourself to those who have known you the longest - because there is something about talking to someone who you don't even know the name of that can make it easier for you to open up.
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My Poem “David Bowie”
Over the course of his life he excited, he electrified, he entertained, and he enriched the world through his gift of creating art and music that instantly struck and stayed in the heart and in the mind of people, like a bolt of lightning from the sky, that made people feel, think, and imagine things that they may never have felt, thought, nor dreamt of before. He had a voice, he had a spirit, he had a charm, a charisma, a presence that could immediately captivate crowds of fans and make them want to sing and dance and lift up their eyes and their hands, because he was able to make people feel as if they could reach out and touch the energy of a star that could inspire them with a purpose that was able to show just how varied and full of colour each of us are - and to this day he and his music makes us consider a variety of possibilities, including whether there really is Life on Mars. He was a man who was not afraid of change, nor of changing his identity and how he was perceived... he was a man who was not afraid of experimentation nor of collaboration with fellow artists who he jived with and felt as if they understood him and also spoke the language of magic, imagination and inspiration that he did. He was a hero, and he still is... he was, he is, and he always will be an icon and a god of music in the eyes of millions of people around the world - and who he was and what he did was all that he ever wanted to be: a man who transcended but who was also connected to the world, a man who left an indelible legacy, a man who gave us all a part of his soul to remember him by, a man who had he not died would today have celebrated turning 75, a man whose face we will forever see, a man whose songs will be listened to by generation after generation on repeat: the man, the legend, the one and the only David Bowie.
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