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Rebel Never Dies

Published January 15, 2016 by atirahjewel

So this is it?
He’s returned to the stars,
The Starman who fell to Earth,
Then sold the world,
To make sure that there is always life on Mars.

God bless the girl who weeps fountains,
For there is no other to compare to her lost hero.
People on the streets would stop an stare at how
He was always dancing on top of the world,
Dancing out in space.

At times it seemed like
The lad was insane,
But he just dared to change his way
Of caring about himself,
The prettiest Star.

The dream of him
Filled us all with the fascination
Of his animal grace
Which, sure enough,
Takes a part of us, when we’re loving the alien.

We wanted him to stay, we meant to say but didn’t,
Now we’re watching him dash away to his bed of dead roses,
And light becomes darkness
As the world is shaken by reality and falls down,
And the stars look very different today.

Now where shall we live,
Since he left us for a new career in a new town?
This is the heart’s filthy lesson;
Big brother has left us to join the Gang,
Something in us dies.

We are the dead and he is our Candidate in a tin machine,
The future legend of the past,
Oh! How we wished he would stay in our lover’s story,
But he was a little wonder, unwashed and somewhat slightly dazed,
Who was looking for satellites.

Now I know it ain’t easy
To hang onto yourself when your cracked actor freaks out in a moonage daydream,
But just pretend you’re walking home when the wind blows.
Keep growin’ up and keep telling lies,
So you can drive through the panic in Detroit.

Then you can live your occasional dream
With your Star,
That wild-eyed boy from Freecloud,
But then you realise you can’t,
Because he’s gone and it’s got us all in a whirl.

10 days after wishful beginnings, 2 after celebration,
Nothing remains and God only knows
How we’re all jazzin’ for the return of the Thin White Duke.
Sunday, everything has changed,
It’s the beginning of the end.

So where the fuck did Monday go?
It went to Sorrow, Pain and Confusion.
It went to Life and Death
And was taken away by Time,
Who was waiting in the wings.

We’re drowning in the memory of a free festival,
So let’s dance tonight from station to station
In honor of the spaceboy who was our hero forever and ever,
So we can be heroes, even if just for one day.
Never let me down, Major, fill your heart with these changes.

Ashes to ashes,
Look back and don’t look down,
And I say to myself,
“Monday’s gone but I promised
To love you ’till Tuesday.”

Hours pass and
The new Angels of promise
Are taking our hot tramp on a brilliant adventure,
A fantastic voyage,
Riding on a golden horse.

5:15, the Angels have gone.
9:25, thank God I’m still alive
I kneel before the grave of the New Killer Star,
With five years stuck on my eyes,
9:26, my Death waits there.

There’s something in the air,
The sound of teenage wildlife,
As they scream like babies
Because they’re young,
Being thrown into the South horizon.

The secret life of Arabia,
Where our kingdom come,
And our king awaits,
Out of this criminal world,
Into his real cool world.

He lies among the stars that never sleep,
They are never far away
So the last thing you should do
Is dream that he has faded from his throne,
Because it’s only forever, not long at all.

He’ll come, He’ll go.
He will lay belief of modern love on you
When he traps you with those beautiful eyes,
And skin is sweet with his musky oil
But he’s never gone.

Go outside,
Look up there, he’s in heaven.
In heaven, but still here,
Because he’s the Rebel
And Rebel never gets old.

Rebel never dies.
Ain’t that just like him?

Copyright © 2016
by Atirah Jewel

Should Death be so sweet…

Published February 20, 2014 by atirahjewel

Should Death be so sweet,
As to come take me away,
To ring my bell, nice and proper,
I should go with this sweet Death,
With an air of exceptional sweetness myself.
And should I go,
Ever so politely,
With this Death so sweet,
I would dress in my finest garb,
And don my Tuesday hat.
I would kiss my wife goodbye for me, darling Death,
And Death would take my hand,
Sing me soft melodies,
Whilst watching the world weep on their shoulder,
And I, bid farewell to this tragic life.
But this, of course, might only happen,
Should sweet Death,
Ring at my door.

Copyright © 2014 by
Atirah Jewel

Engel

Published September 9, 2013 by atirahjewel

Sweet child of mine,
You took my hand,
You took my flesh,
And now the sky refuses to smile at you.
Murderous.

You watch as the darkness falls,
The only light you will know,
But instead of tears,
You produce a smile.
Relentless.

The wounds you have caused,
Scars that will never heal,
You fly on your broken wings of withered dreams,
And sing good-bye to all the angels.
Odious.

Copyright © 2013 by
Atirah Jewel

A Love Story

Published May 7, 2013 by atirahjewel

The passionate love story,

Of the Moon and the Sun,

So far apart yet still so in love,

The hot Sun burns with passion for his Moon,

The radiant Moon shines with love for her Sun,

All through the day, all through the night,

They long for each other,

But no matter how hard they try,

They can never grow closer,

Except when the Sun is setting and the Moon is rising,

And for a brief moment, the two lovers share the sky,

Lighting up the sky with the colors of their love making,

Passionate, intense, fulfilling their desire for one another,

But of course, the Sun must go,

Giving the Moon the sky all to herself,

Letting night blanket the sky,

Alone she cries her glittering tears,

She longs for him,

Much like how I long for you,

So here, under the moonlight,

Under the light of a woman suffering in love,

Take me,

Be my Sun, make me your Moon,

Let us make our own love,

Love me until the lovers of the sky are together again,

Hold me until sunrise,

When they make love once more,

Then suffer with the Sun as I suffer with the Moon,

Until the time comes when we can briefly share the sky once more,

And color the world with our love.

Copyright © 2013 by

Atirah Jewel

Last Words

Published February 19, 2013 by atirahjewel

If I should die on the ‘morrow,

I should do so with utter content,

I have lived my life fully,

I have known love,

As well as I have known heartbreak,

I have known longing,

And satisfaction,

I have felt happiness,

I have felt sorrow,

I have been taken by anger,

Admiration has made its way through my heart,

Contempt has drowned me,

I have succeeded,

As well as failed,

Opportunities have been grasped,

Some I have allowed to pass me by,

If I should fall to my death today,

I would do so with no regrets,

Yet with all the regrets I could possibly feel,

I would wrap myself in the cloak of Death,

I would fall into its embrace,

And embrace it back tightly,

Filled with nothing but love,

If I should die now,

I would do so with utter contentment,

Because I would know that this is all I was made for,

Let Death come for me,

So I may gladly take its hand,

As tears flow steadily down my face,

I would be eternally filled with happiness,

If I should die now,

I would have completed my cycle,

And finally felt a peace.

Copyright © 2013 by

Atirah Jewel

 

Amore Bello

Published February 7, 2013 by atirahjewel

Love finally sings me its sweet song,

It shows me its beautiful face,

And I am finally held in its embrace,

For when I look into your eyes,

I seem to be looking at love itself,

And when I touch you I feel,

All the burning passion I have held inside so long,

Because of you I finally see why,

Love is so loved.

Copyright © 2013 by

Atirah Jewel

Sweet Imagination

Published October 2, 2012 by atirahjewel

I can’t tear my eyes away,

From the way his shirt falls, perfectly hugging his body,

Sculpted like a god’s,

When I try to look away,

My eyes find their way crawling back to him,

They find themselves undressing him,

Tearing every inch of cloth keeping me from heaven to shreds,

Until there is nothing left,

Until there is just him,

And me,

Running my hand down every crevice of his body,

I want him,

And I want him to want me too,

An insane desire of the body,

Filling me with a tantalizing need,

In my imagination,

The possibilities are endless,

Feeling him,

Tasting him,

Loving him with fiend-like glee,

Holding nothing back,

I imagine what I could do to him,

How I know I can make him feel,

The pleasure would last an eternity,

He would always come wanting more,

I just couldn’t look away,

I couldn’t stop imagining,

Until he was approaching me,

I suppose he didn’t want to keep it just a fantasy either.

Copyright © 2012 by

Atirah Jewel