He’s off . . .
often shadow boxing
with another world.
He fought the invisible enemy
with self-placations.
He was a smooth operator
before finding the words.
He was half man . . .
half the other person.
Always lead with a fistful
of thoughts
but knew the emotional canvass
face to face.
He was, in all ways,
a compassionate stranger
in the making.
He worked on and with
lifetimes from before.
He was a daydreamer . . .
made easy.
He had a critical eye
for the psychology of color.
He wrote his own songs . . .
soulfully so.
He fought off sisterhood
on his own terms.
He became his own role model
by talking to himself.
He dreamed
in both English and in Spanish,
and had bilingual personalities
with distinct presences.
He always rethought
the way he felt.
He suffered the collective suffering
for all souls.
Internally he argued against
everything being his fault.
He questioned reality
as the right fit for himself.
He could not save a dime
and live.
He liked the hustle and bustle
of play.
He wanted emotional satisfaction
more than anything.
Privately . . . he was more than
his own curious find.
Esthetically, he was always
a head above himself.
He had a restive mood
when beauty was present.
He fought off bad habits
in his own time.
Always a better world . . .
could be his response
one remark away.
He knew life was served
with a side order of fantasy.
He didn’t always have the words
for his fight with feelings.
He could have always been
your brother.
He had looks
he knew he had
and used them.
He got way smarter
when he got interested.
Sometimes his truth telling
was way beyond the call.
He always was an easy reader
of humanity’s ride.
He was up for
being knowledgeable
of current social events.
He could sip another person
deeply and not tell.
He wanted a Harley
but in a kinder and gentler way.
He had lots of secrets
growing in the orchard
of his mind.
His family home life
was always his living dream.
Thanked God
he did not become a soldier
this lifetime.
He should have painted portraits
and written more songs.
He had a whimsical smirk
that worked as a greeting.
He was always
internally badgered
by emotional concerns.
Women sensed
that he could be . . .
one of them.
Privately,
he lived other people’s lives
as an extension of his.
He was quick with common sense
but not blatant or flashy.
He always wished for a real dad
but never demanded.
He was capable
of being refined
but was too curious to do so.
He had another side
that everybody always suspected.
He wanted a real nice car
but his life demanded a pickup.
He was as “in with the guys”
as an honest loner can be.
Sure there was a stage
and we were all on it
with him . . .
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