stature

the small man always knew
big he could never be
and no matter how much he grew
up is all he would see

ram cobain

the underdog

He looks at the loyal baying crowd
Screaming another’s name aloud
As he smiles at this ugly beautiful game
And how they’ll soon be chanting his name

ram cobain

becoming

fear seeped fast up his knees
like a happy hopeful hungry disease
his palms began to sweat and pour
like a monster’s drool from a childhood lore
his lips felt dry like a mummy’s parched
fettered in once-white bandages starched
his head began to wobble and sway
like a heathen just learning how to pray
his heart clenched till no breath dare leave
like one who has loved and lost (and now must grieve)
so he smiled and laughed like a man who must fail
and stood tall and brave and became the tale

ram cobain

no

the world it asked of every man
i’d rather you kneel than try to stand
and so we fell with one silent voice
shoulders sunk in hopeless choice
till we raised our eyes and gazed
at a sight that left us half crazed
there he stood not on his knees
his head lost somewhere in the trees
he fixed the world in a steely stare
that twinkled like only a boy’s could dare
and then he raised a willow bold
and wrote a story forever told

ram cobain
saaaaachin sachin

empathy

if only the twain could ever see
it's the same for you or me
no word as beautiful could ever be
hey it even rhymes with 'we'

ram cobain