When I was 12 years old...I had 2 loves....Paul McCartney and Kevin Clark. They even resembled each other. Just a crush on Kevin.....best friend's big brother....cute as could be and so nice and cooool...and oh, that smile! I used to wish I was older so just maybe he would look at me as more that Linda's skinny friend. In fact, all of the Clark boys were handsome... but there was just something special about Kevin...I'm convinced that my intense love and knowledge of music came from the days of the basement...listening to sounds that elevated me from the Monkees...opening my eyes and ears to so much more. I'll never forget Kevin and all of the great memories of those days in Oceanport... I'm still in touch with Linda and my heart broke for all of you when I learned the tragic news. He always seemed so immortal to me and I would have never expected to hear such sad news. He was certainly my first true love but he never knew it... I was too young and a geek. I remember how close everyone was and what he meant to the rest of you... One more thing that I recall is Kevin's love for his mom. He adored her and I remember what a good son he was. All of your wonderful memories will keep him alive in your hearts forever!
--
Yvonne
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Angel
He's not dead
he's alive
Free Falling
Sky Diving
Bungee Jumping
Hang Gliding
Living Fully
perhaps for
the first time;
running
dancing
joy riding,
the real thing
Nobody telling
him how to live
what to do
just doing it
being it
soaking it up
not worried
about past or
future
living now,
owning this
moment,
following
his gut.
does he still
have one?
I think not
Body replaced
by
Wings
he's alive
Free Falling
Sky Diving
Bungee Jumping
Hang Gliding
Living Fully
perhaps for
the first time;
running
dancing
joy riding,
the real thing
Nobody telling
him how to live
what to do
just doing it
being it
soaking it up
not worried
about past or
future
living now,
owning this
moment,
following
his gut.
does he still
have one?
I think not
Body replaced
by
Wings
Friday, September 11, 2009
my bro
was the best brother
for as long as i could want
responded well to all
the calls
cared
and knew me
like no other
i feel bereft
as a boat drifting
free of moorings
wanting only to see him
hug him
and tell him once again
that I love him
for as long as i could want
responded well to all
the calls
cared
and knew me
like no other
i feel bereft
as a boat drifting
free of moorings
wanting only to see him
hug him
and tell him once again
that I love him
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Goofing
Share
Hey, anyone (friends or family) - I would love to have you share on this blog too. You don't have to, but it would be great to have some others post on this site. Don't be shy. You don't have to be a poet. You can just share a feeling or a memory, a picture. It's great to share with other people you can't really be with who also love Kevin. Being silent is okay too...just wondered if I could stir up a couple of additional authors...what about it...hmmmmm? XO
Just For The Record
Just for the record, I am receiving emotional floggings from being a part of this blog. I haven't written anything recently because I've been busy, but also, and probably more likely because often when I read and re-read the various posts and then write my own, I inevitably end up in the kitchen... A) accidentally hurting myself. Burning seems to be the most popular method currently... B) Having an emotional meltdown right on the kitchen floor, after said kitchen-pain is inflicted. Now, I really don't believe in accidents...I believe things happen for a reason. So, I deduce that the kitchen-pain happens so that I will be able to quickly and easily release the pent up sorrow & grief...and it's woooorrrking, people; it is definitely working.
It usually goes like this. I read and write on the blog. I go the make dinner in the kitchen. I turn on burners...hot...and put pans on said burners. A little later, I pick up a hot pan lid with bare fingers...excellent...and burn myself. Next, anger flares...I throw said pan lid in the sink or on the floor, whichever is closer. Then, the anger is gone, replaced by the real emotion I'm feeling...sorrow. Then I cry from the depths of my soul. So, you could say, getting burned can be a good thing. I'm just sayin'....
It usually goes like this. I read and write on the blog. I go the make dinner in the kitchen. I turn on burners...hot...and put pans on said burners. A little later, I pick up a hot pan lid with bare fingers...excellent...and burn myself. Next, anger flares...I throw said pan lid in the sink or on the floor, whichever is closer. Then, the anger is gone, replaced by the real emotion I'm feeling...sorrow. Then I cry from the depths of my soul. So, you could say, getting burned can be a good thing. I'm just sayin'....
Thursday, August 27, 2009
THE BIRD (2008)
You're the bird
most rare of
all the sightings
Tiny wings
along with Spring
I found you
and Winter brings
no sign of you
I search within
wandering through
Talk to you
feelings not withstanding
As I steal my way
through foggy gray
landmines seem to guide me
Landscapes of the Earth
Landscape universe.
G. Kevin Clark
2008
most rare of
all the sightings
Tiny wings
along with Spring
I found you
and Winter brings
no sign of you
I search within
wandering through
Talk to you
feelings not withstanding
As I steal my way
through foggy gray
landmines seem to guide me
Landscapes of the Earth
Landscape universe.
G. Kevin Clark
2008
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