The Lost Boy Poem by SkufiuS Trood

The Lost Boy



Father wouldn't let me aboard the boat,
He left me alone on the shore.
Frozen in motion beneath the new ocean
where I have been stationed before.
Never anew and I'm never the same
Yet always inspired to change.
Asking for nothing and less in exchange
But verses of curses and names.

The sorrow of June and its union of gloom
depresses and vexes my flow.
The sea would caress me and weed should progress me
with feelings that let me let go.
With bones like the stones and a lack of a home,
I roll on and am cast away.
The flesh and the blood how it beckons to stay
until the last days I decay.

Sober and over my last cigarette,
I envy the smoke as it clears.
Foolishly vain I inject some more pain,
I knight it the change of the year.
Viewing the Painting while awkwardly dressed,
the passerby passed me confused.
Left a fuse in my right with a tick in my left,
counting the burn where I lose.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: recovery from
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Lyrics to a song that I wrote for an old band of mine.
I told the band it was about a homeless man and how he got to where he got to. But the truth was, each verse reflected my view of each member and myself at the same time in that particular stage.
Our faults and damages. Our position in life. Humility and stubbornness.
1st verse is about my relationship with my father and family. How I try my best to impress my father with my loyalty and yet never felt appreciated. How I felt stuck because the paths I had paved for myself wasn't fit for my father's expectations nor approval. When the rest of my world and crowd continued on in life to adventure and experience, I was left at the beckoning call of tradition and chores. Old school island father and new aged urban son.
2nd verse is about how the year passes and I remain in the same place. Before I marked June as a the end of a race for we school kids in a school year. The June now brings a heavy load to my immobility. My bass player lives a common California timeless existence of surfing and smoking marijuana on the daily to pass the time and stress. No longer children and not with careers, we feel as outcasts to the corporate and conservative world around us. He doesn't want a life of money and material, just a continuous bliss of fun. But time continues to work and are youth will only leave us to a used and withered life.
3rd verse is of another member's fight with drug addiction. Tries his best at an artsy rock and roll lifestyle but his consummation interferes with his art. Always finding another outlet to nosedive, he influences a new page to only scribble the nothingness of our substance. We are seen as odd and different in the place we stand and it leaves us to wrestle with our emotions and stubbornness.
We are self destructing constructors of the masterpiece we wear on our faces. Will we be noticed? will we be heard? will we be comforted? will we be remembered? will we be respected? will we be removed? will we be homeless? will we be destroyed? not known for the Jade Sunrise band members... till then, they are Lost Boys.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 12 March 2014

counting the burn where I lose, very fine..

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