My Brother Loved Hendrix Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

My Brother Loved Hendrix

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Can I reach for you like a palm tree?
Moonlight on this sea of dreams
He had a letter in his fatigues
Dead at twenty two
My romance is heavy
My poetry edgy
The cold wind never seems gone
Baby maybe some things don’t go
I just can’t shine like the dawn
Too many clouds
The letter in his pocket was from me
I loved the way Hendrix played the blues
All these stairways crossing
These young graves
Wait a minute some things wrong
We all know some things wrong
Machine Gun gritty as a battlefield
My brother loved Hendrix

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephani Kievaughan 20 September 2015

I really Like the part about { all these Stairways Crossing } Makes me think of How Many Stairways to heaven their are. I for one believe Followers of Many Religions. Will find their own Unique stairway to Heaven. A Benevolent; Compassionate; Loving, and empathetic God would surely understand our many different perceptions of Religion. and our plethora of strategies to get there. three quills up for this poem: -)

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good writes and it is nice poem.

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Bri Edwards 24 June 2014

are you 'taking' the same stuff hendrix was takin'? thanks for sharing, but, again, it is a bit beyond me. :) bri

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Scotty Dogg 11 January 2012

I loved that double album, can't remember the name of it. Good poem!

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Sam Aleks 16 December 2011

good writes are surprizingly rare around here, this is fantastic.

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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