VINCENT DIED JULY29

                               
   	
     VINCENT VAN GOGH
Oh Vincent, too soon you said goodbye                
Each time your love rejected, emotions set awry                                                                                                                                                                                      
Your hand above, the lamps hot flame                                                                                        
To prove in time, your love won’t wane                                                                                        
Each failure then, became your bane                                                                                                     
That memory faded, but love, came not again
                                                                             
Your brothers love, the only one
Throughout your life, you counted on
And those few friends, which once were close
Each in their turn, did you dispose
Like those bad seeds “The Sower” threw 
Were tossed aside, and never grew
                                                                              
Regressing shades, of grey from white
Lights that flickered, through the night
You became a somber, tortured soul  
You tried but could not, find your role 
The acceptance, which you hoped to find
With each descent, you lost your mind
                                                                              
On your release, from “Madhouse Garden” 
Your senses dulled, your “Sorrow” hardened
You still envisioned, “Flowering Orchards” blooming
Contrasting days, frustrations looming
Shadows formed, in weightless plumes
From the “Old Cemetery Tower” and its tombs
                                                                                                                                                                       
Soon days of joy, your senses rouse                                             
Bringing renovations, to “The Yellow House”                  
Long travels through, the countryside
Those paintings that, you did with pride
Enormous swings, from “Wheatfield’s In Rain”
To “Wheatfield With Crows”, that caused you pain                                                                               
     
For years you searched, just to belong       
Your madness proved, your choices wrong
So for Gauguin, your friend and peer
For his desertion, a severed ear
Then, long drunken hours, at “The Night Cafe”
A “Man In Sorrow” on display
                                                                                
Like a “Windbeaten Tree” your emotions bared
Your faith now lost, but no one cared                          
Your world then flares, into sweeping swirls
As “The Starry Night” its hues unfurls
Beneath the sky “Sunflowers” so bright
But yet again, the dark sides blight
                                                                              
Those years of struggle, to regain your sanity
Brought your biggest loss, trust in humanity
So with colors dark, the image jaded
Your love and dreams, then finally faded                       
And now you weep “At Eternity’s Gate”
Your field of dreams, await their fate
 
AND SO
The moral of his life
Now becomes, four fold
And lessons not then learned
Shall now by me, be told

When you lose in love
Your hand, you should not burn
Just because, it’s fried and crispy
It’s not, “KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN” Vern

Always, to your friends
Try to lend an ear
Just, don’t chop it off
And gift it, as a souvenir

If life just drives you crazy
And painting, keeps you sane
Just pretend, you’re painting life
And drink lots of champagne                      

When you’re young and life’s gone bad
Don’t put your life on hold
You do not need, to kill yourself
Unless, you’re really old

But no moral, can be learned 
By committing suicide
Cause you can’t dream, nor paint your dream
Now, that you have died
BOEMS BY JA 299       

Tags: sad, depressing, confused, pain,