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”Staley's Comet” a Tribute to Layne Staley

”Staley's Comet

No resemblance to what once was,
What have they done to you?
Haunting sounds that you create,
Did you just want something new?

War torn thoughts and a deep lost love,
You couldnt find your way,
So you sold your soul to get a hold,
Of something that would stay,

Little white lies to battle cries,
Mommys little boy,
Slow death running through your veins,
Surrendered to the pain,

Staleys comet has burned out tonight,
Theres nothing left to fight,
The fun stopped so long ago,
On that cold northwestern night,

Your distance to the top,
Was less than most of us,
Silent whispers into your ear,
Try to attain the rush,

In the beginning there is never harm,
It seems easy to control,
But once the snake begins to bite,
The poison penetrates the soul,

Staleys comet has burned out tonight,
Darkness absorbs the light,
The fun has stopped long ago,
On that cold northwestern night,

In the end, you have no friends,
Its you and you alone,
And when its time to pay the price,
It will split you to the bone,

Now you left us here, to fight the years,
Theres no shame in reaching for a hand,
Candle lit by the t.v. screen,
The remains of the man,

So here I am, a humbled man,
But I remember through clouded eyes,
Staleys comet has burned out tonight,
His wings no longer denied...

R.I.P Layne Staley (1973-2002)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

One of my favorite singers, and the saddest story in rock & roll.

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Josephine Frances Wakeham died peacefully surrounded by her children Wednesday 17th August 2011; aged 70 years.

With tears we watched you suffer,
And watched you fade away,
With courage and concern for others,
You fought so hard to stay,
But God saw you were weary,
And did what He thought best,
He gently took you in His arms,
And whispered "Come and rest"
We all love you Mum

Adrian and Aleks,
Miriam and Andre,
Carmel and John

And Grandchildren
Tarquin and

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mum, it is not for you these tears I weep for you are now in a better place, your pain and suffering turned to relief. I weep for my selfishness as I am still not ready to lose you.

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