Do only writers cry when a writer dies?

Do only musicians cry when a guitar player dies?

Do only climbers cry when a climber dies?

Lately I’ve cried from my eyes when people

I don’t know die

And lately there’s been a lot of them

I’m a poet

But…

I’ve never written any poems

They all write themselves

 

Just like the tears

Spilled into beers

 

My heroes are leaving

And by leaving, giving

 

I must prepare my weapons

Prepare my pens

To begin again

 

Don’t say

I wasn’t made

By the red, white and blue

 

The Grateful Dead

That’s right Daddy-O

I’m back on my Kerouac

 

Gimme that rucksack

 

And a fat sack

 

Don’t dominate the rap jack

If you got nothing new to say

 

It’s a brand new day

 

This whole world gets so fucking petty

And we just lost Tom fucking Petty

 

Those who get the gift

Also seem to get the drugs

 

I’m on my

One hitter quitter

But fuck the drugs

The world needs more hugs

 

The world needs more Princes

And Hayden Kennedys

 

Cried for that dude too

Both of those dudes

 

Prince gave us purple rain,

Rasberry berets and pancakes

And Hayden showed us grades don’t matter

But only love and heart matters

 

I’ll probably never step to his lines

But I can show some token of thanks in lines

 

Give me time

I’ll do it all

 

Well I won’t

But whatever

Is driving

This poetry

Will

 

We all get born into the world in one way

But we get born another way from the art we parlay

Reading, writing, climbing, singing, painting

Give us another chance at life

Another chance to believe in life in this

World of strife

 

Write your poetry

Even if it only gets one like

Life’s like this great happen chance

Of circumstance

 

And you.

You are here.

To inspire

Someone else.