When I heard this morning that Robin Williams had died I cried. He was taken by the depression that had crippled and broken him. He is one of my favorite actors/comedians.
I shall take time out today to watch some of his finest moments and I pray he has finally found the peace he yearned so long for.
This poem is a fitting farewell. For in death we are all equal. If only the true could be said of life.
O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
Walt Whitman 1865
A cry from the past
Images come and go
As people do all through our lives
But every now and then
One of them unexpectedly
And reminds us of what may have been
No-one can claim immunity
From their past
But everyone can own their present
And by doing so
They invent and
A tangible future
But when images
Fight back from our present content
In that moment we go back
And in that moment
We are there
Reflecting, enjoying and sometimes
It is fine to shed a tear for the past
As long as that is where it remains.
M Bloodworth 2014
Karen Carpenter had such a pure and vibrant voice. She managed to hide her pain from the world, but she paid the ultimate price with her life.
The longer we keep the pain locked inside the faster we die inside.
And on the outside what is left?
A welcoming smile hides much.
I cant get over my beginning
I cant imagine my end
I want to escape this wilderness I’m living in
I want to be somebodies friend
I could do with a little peace oh lord
and my heart cries out for love
but to realise all of lifes fantasies
Has just got to be too much