a poem for john A caustic sence of deprivation, led us to your feet in throngs, In shades of yellow and white, We slept at the soles of your melodies. You faded away into the night, but your song remains still strong, and our mouthes are filled, with the cream of your genius, mr.moonlight, a star in the black sky, we remain grounded and you are flying high.
I'm not a very emotional person, I never have been... But every time I watch imagine my eyes well up. Just such a fucken waste... So young, still had so much to offer to the world.
Its so sad. He was such a great guy. Man why do only the good die young? And seriously I was wrecked the 29th on Georges anniversary, then like a week later is Johns
yeah man, i feel that way when this time comes around. but i do my mourning inside, and remember. somewhere, some place in the world there is a re-incarnation of Lennon or Harrison. same goes for Zappa and Morrison. when you think of it that way, they are never gone.
