The Manifesto of Steven L. Drake

Remember the sacrifice, and the struggle that emancipated the dream. Never forget those ten cold years, or where you came from. Check your ego at the door, so to keep the vision clear. Accept constructive criticism to perfect the craft, but never stop fighting 'til the art is made flesh. Be true to your soul, and no longer deny the whispers of your ghost. Trust in instinct if faith goes dark. Let the voices guide you when the light leaves. Do not allow fear to blind, cripple, or deafen you. Nobody knows you like yourself. What are you waiting for?

4/27/10

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Whitney


Sometimes
there are no words
Only 
memories and moments
Life
a snapshot frozen in time
and We 
become our experiences

I remember the first images
youthful joviality and exuberance 
a purple rag fashioned in a bow
atop her hair like her predecessors 
Madonna and Cyndi Lauper
the embodiment of the eighties

"I Wanna Dance With Somebody"
would become a staple 
at our parties 
upon Newt's request 

I saw my grandfather crying, again
as The Bodyguard came to an end
Kevin Costner in a sling
Whitney's character, Rachel Marron 
started out as a royal bitch
but was ultimately humbled 
by Costner's Frank Farmer
I believed in this love story
Black and White 
no longer existed 
in boundaries, undefine

The video for "Heartbreak Hotel"
fur coats floating in foamy waves
cascading across the surf
guided by songs of sorrow
the mink 
a metaphor for fame

Diva's Live
and several years had passed
since my grandfather cried
I heard that song again 
timeless and soul-shattering
the words were simple
but only that voice 
could convey 
the message
"I Will Always Love You" 
the show stopped
as if put on ice
then slowly melted
into the warmth of 
the promise 
that voice
that voice... 

The People 
will remember 
that voice 
not what silenced it

The People 
will remember
though my heart 
still in disbelief 

The People 
will remember

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