Poems of Jean Rojas

Land of never ,to me speak

Of a golden age of innocence

Filled with children's joys

And crisp laughter

Neverland ,from where you emerge

A kingdom for the King

Of imagery revered

All your songs wafting through the air,

Meanings from the soul

Bringing tears to the heart

Only through you can be seen

The dance, the movements

Moving poetry

Such as bare eyes could never see

Living essence of a life in celebration

Amidst suspicion and sorrow

A child that never knew childhood

And so, this was you.

 

In life you gave so much

In death you kept on giving

So many still want you living

But you are gone now

And much to our regret

We hardly knew you

Even though we knew you..

Worshipped the genius in you

Imitated you

Mocked you

Thought you strange

In every way you entertained us

And  we forgot you for awhile

The King rested in his laurels

To one day rise again in glory and

In fame

 

But one sudden day in June

The colors of the skies

Dimmed in the shadows of the stars

We have lost you forever

Never to return..

We content ourselves to hear you

See you,only in temporary images...

As if to say, we're sorry

We turned our backs on you.

But such is the way of the world

We only know one's worth

When one is no longer with us

 

But then again,

You have always been with us

In silence, in sounds

In more ways than one

You have always reigned in our

Heart of hearts

As an imperfect icon of our turbulent times..

The king is dead now but,

Long live the king..

 

 

For Michael Jackson

08 July, 2009

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Count Egil von Rosen

time,
if time be kind,
to unwind
reverse the hands
with no demands...
will I see you
will you be mine,
even for a day
or a night
of unconcerned passion...
your smile,
comes up like the sun
in your eyes...
and the beauty
that I see
in your face...
I have seen in
no other man...

there in the land
where midnight is day,
cold winds wrap
my body and hold it
like a caress
I dream of a castle
foreign in name
but so common to my soul

you are someone I can not touch
yet you are someone
who has touched
the deepest chambers
of my heart
like a restless vagabond
I seek to know the
emotions seething inside
your mind
for in my mind
I witnessed your glory
in rockelstad slott
so dashing
so full of life
in debonaire delight
I swoon in the brilliance
and the radiance
of the being that was you....

give me one summer
in rockelstad slott
that is all that I ask
of time...
give me one summer
where you and I
will be one...
the swedish skies shall
witness this rebirth
of a love ,the prisoner
of a flame
enhanced by memories
of a handsome count
that once lived
in the land
of the midnight sun....

for : Count Egil von Rosen
      10 May, 2007

Rockelstad Castle in Sweden

 

 

Carnival roses bloom late

In early winter

A strange cloud of passion

2 strangers’ delight

Champagne of gold

Showers like turbulent rain

An adventure that whispers loudly

Of midnight joys

 

Desires, smoldering in the eyes

Delivered like shock waves

To the bodies,

Smash into souls

Like carnal sighs

 

With a hint of a tempting smile,

This, I dare say,

Once upon a time

I have met a tall, fair prince of Sweden

And I led him to the wild side

Of the garden of eden……

 

For: J.Jonsson

10 December, 2008

 

Blue jeans and bangles,
Mr. Bo Jangles
Black shirt and pendant,
A rebel unrepentant…..
Dyed hair and wrist bands,
Henna in your hands……..

But I am not blind,
I see you in my mind………

A confusion in rhapsody
A contradiction in harmony
Changing colors, off-key hues,
Syncopating off-beat cues…….

I want to see you in tuxedo
Where no crossovers,
Cross the line…..
I want to see you as you were
No make-over,No pretense…
When the fusion ends
And the fugue begins…..

For no matter how they change you
No matter what they say,
Your tuxedo origin will show
And there, your heart will go…..

Back to where it all began
Back when you were just a man….

No fame,
No game,

I love you now
And I will love you more,

Back then,
Back when,

You were just a man
Behind the piano

For Maksim Mrvica
28 November, 2003

 

The drugged door

Opened , then shut

Ushered an era

Of pernicious rebellion

A voice that stood up

To stand down

Conquering

And then conquered

In death

Be sleeping

Overdosed

And weeping…

 

Sing your protests

Vehemently

Hallucinate the dreams

That will never come true…

 All your  false hopes

Are trapped in a

Revolving door

That shall never swing back

Nor can ever swing in…

 

Goodbye rock prince

Sleep well

In your forever slumber

I can still feel your music

And I can still hear your pain…

But so many years have passed now..

Since you’ve made your final bow..

 

Yet you remain

A misunderstood icon

A tortured soul

A misguided prophet

With a sensual face…

Screaming wildly

And being screamed at

In return

 

Goodnight my prince

I close the door

And you are gone…

But not really gone,

Your voice will always

Sing those haunted, twisted songs

You interpreted so well…

Selling your soul for a high..

Burying your sorrows where you lie

 

 For: Jim Morrison

        03 June, 2007