A Letter Written to a Lost Friend
Cold water hardens wax
to form shape.
A shadow is cast,
from a candle’s light,
flickering in a fleeting moment.
Without a Candle,
Marylin would have never seen
the wind blow.
Without darkness,
the moon would not wax.
Dark as her sudden silence seemed,
and as remarkable as JFK’s birthday, song’s tease,
the wick of the candle is sometimes trimmed away.
Chip Van Hassel to a lost friend
Later down the road,
inside of a heart
remains memories
the size of locks of hair.
When found inside an old box,
one can only stare
and wonder
“How’d that get there?”
As memories creep-in
and our mindset clouds over-grey,
there is nothing to think or say
that can make a feeling quickly go away.
In time, the candle will burn out.
Blue Moon darkness is all the light we need with a pen in hand to write by.
The crickets’ chirp unseen;
the moth- unaware of the candle in your pocket.
Like a scurrying deer, maybe you could buck the system!
Babe, do not burn your bridges,
Burn relentlessly until your juice runs dry!
Like a beacon in the night,
and continue
to practice
your Bad Religion
like the Kung-fucking-Fu
that you Do.
Bad Religion
Turn On The Light:
Lyrics:
“I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
Written by: Brett W. Gurewitz
He used to touch it when the wind was blowing high
I guess it made him feel like he could buck the system
And when it flickered out, we laid him down to die
Turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I’ll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
And I’ll construct a rack of tempered beams and trusses
And equip it with just a million tiny suns
I’ll install upon the roof of my compartment
And place tinfoil on my floor and on my walls
Then I’ll turn on the light
Turn on a million blinding brilliant white incendiary lights
A beacon in the night
I’ll burn relentlessly until my juice runs dry
Go
And I’ll burn like a roman fucking candle
Burn like a chasm in the night
Burn for a miniscule duration
Ecstatic immolation, incorrigible delight”
Album: Against The Grain
Released: 1990
Lyrics provided by Musixmatch
Candle In The Wind
“Goodbye Norma Jeane
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
They crawled out of the woodwork
And they whispered into your brain
They set you on the treadmill
And they made you change your name
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would’ve liked to known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Loneliness was tough
The toughest role you ever played
Hollywood created a superstar
And pain was the price you paid
Even when you died
Oh the press still hounded you
All the papers had to say
Was that Marilyn was found in the nude
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would’ve liked to known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Goodbye Norma Jeane
Though I never knew you at all
You had the grace to hold yourself
While those around you crawled
Goodbye Norma Jeane
From the young man in the twenty second row
Who sees you as something as more than sexual
More than just our Marilyn Monroe
And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a candle in the wind
Never knowing who to cling to
When the rain set in
And I would’ve liked to known you
But I was just a kid
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did
Your candle burned out long before
Your legend ever did”