The Police Poem
Posted: 26 Jun 2007 14:00Ok, so you all are probably going to think I'm crazy. I wrote this poem in March of 1999, sometime after completing my quest of meeting all three of the guys. I incorporated all the Police song and album titles. Here goes....
A Madman’s Rantings on Life, Lonliness,….and God
(Through the use of Police song titles)
As I sit contemplating the shadows in the rain, I suddenly think…we are all just spirits in the material world. I think of all the friends, all the women…all the outlandos d’amour in my life – and all the fallout they’ve left behind. Roxanne, Shambelle, Miss Gradenko…and Mother. Even now, every little thing she does is magic…or a sermon. I once cried “Be my girl – Sally!” I want to be next to you! The bed’s too big without you! She told me “Rehumanize yourself.”
But there’s no time this time…because the truth hits everybody. I’ve had many names over the years: Demolition Man, King of Pain, Omegaman. I was so lonely. I needed someone to talk to. Once upon a daydream I was walking on the moon…drinking tea in the Sahara…enjoying the regatta de blanc. I was on top of the world – the zenyatta mondatta. Now I must examine my flexible strategies for a kind of loving, a contact, a…synchronicity. Not an invisible sun! Not “don’t stand so close to me!” You see, I hear voices inside my head. I see visions of the night, and I’m almost driven to tears.
There’s too much information! Too much de do do do, de da da da, masoko tanga. It’s like – bombs away! I’m a canary in a coalmine. A man in a suitcase. I’m behind my camel! A lowlife. “How stupid Mr.Bates.” But it’s nothing achieving. It’s all just murder by numbers. Like a landlord in a dead end job working for peanuts.
And then a voice, like a ghost in the machine, told me – It’s alright for you to have a deathwish, but I can’t stand losing you. You see, it’s not about every breath you take. I was born in the 50’s, and when the world is running down, you make the best of what’s still around. One world, (not three).
It made sense. Think about it. On any other day does everyone stare? I’m on a secret journey. I’m sending out a message in a bottle. I often look up at the sky and shout:
“O my God, there’s a hole in my life! Bring on the night, the darkness! I burn for you…I’m hungry for you. Where are you? I’m walking in your footsteps and I’m looking for Synchronicity 2.”
A Madman’s Rantings on Life, Lonliness,….and God
(Through the use of Police song titles)
As I sit contemplating the shadows in the rain, I suddenly think…we are all just spirits in the material world. I think of all the friends, all the women…all the outlandos d’amour in my life – and all the fallout they’ve left behind. Roxanne, Shambelle, Miss Gradenko…and Mother. Even now, every little thing she does is magic…or a sermon. I once cried “Be my girl – Sally!” I want to be next to you! The bed’s too big without you! She told me “Rehumanize yourself.”
But there’s no time this time…because the truth hits everybody. I’ve had many names over the years: Demolition Man, King of Pain, Omegaman. I was so lonely. I needed someone to talk to. Once upon a daydream I was walking on the moon…drinking tea in the Sahara…enjoying the regatta de blanc. I was on top of the world – the zenyatta mondatta. Now I must examine my flexible strategies for a kind of loving, a contact, a…synchronicity. Not an invisible sun! Not “don’t stand so close to me!” You see, I hear voices inside my head. I see visions of the night, and I’m almost driven to tears.
There’s too much information! Too much de do do do, de da da da, masoko tanga. It’s like – bombs away! I’m a canary in a coalmine. A man in a suitcase. I’m behind my camel! A lowlife. “How stupid Mr.Bates.” But it’s nothing achieving. It’s all just murder by numbers. Like a landlord in a dead end job working for peanuts.
And then a voice, like a ghost in the machine, told me – It’s alright for you to have a deathwish, but I can’t stand losing you. You see, it’s not about every breath you take. I was born in the 50’s, and when the world is running down, you make the best of what’s still around. One world, (not three).
It made sense. Think about it. On any other day does everyone stare? I’m on a secret journey. I’m sending out a message in a bottle. I often look up at the sky and shout:
“O my God, there’s a hole in my life! Bring on the night, the darkness! I burn for you…I’m hungry for you. Where are you? I’m walking in your footsteps and I’m looking for Synchronicity 2.”
