The Alien Man Love Poem

Alien Man, Alien Man
What do you see?
Alien Man, Alien Man
Where would you be?
Alien Man, Alien Man
If you were free?
Alien Man, Alien Man
Would you see me?

(Alien Man created by Etienne Buxton http://www.etiennebuxton.com)
Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110407

The Vampire in my Bedroom

As the portal glistens
My body weakens
For it is a vampire
Connected to a wire
I sit and stare
Beginning to glare
My brain slows
As the thing glows

And when it all comes to an end
I tell myself never again... again

Courage

(This came to me last night during a conversation with Etienne. Might not make much sense now, but it has meaning to me, and I hope it will for you. Think of it as a mission statement, an extension of my goals and maybe a poem. So long as you think of it.)

My mind told me not to be afraid of my gifts. 

I never thought I could be afraid of writing. 

Maybe it's talking about something else. 

Charm? Compassion? Intelligence? Wisdom? 

My friend tells me all of these things are my gifts and we all have the capacity to be afraid of them. 

It's okay to be afraid.

We are all afraid.


But courage is not the absence of fear. It is the will to do what needs to be done.

I am so afraid to get a job. 

But I need one. 

I'm afraid to let myself be open. 

But I must. 

I'm so afraid that my work won't be accepted. 

All artists know this fear. 

But we must try. 

Or else we let down our greatest fans. 

Ourselves.

We have been given the gifts of words and vision 

And the burning desire to express.

We will be hurt

But we will succeed

We all must touch the minds and hearts of others

Whether we try to or not

It is for us to decide how we do so

And I choose to do so with wisdom and passion

And with awesome

I choose to write
To write with words of love

And metaphor

And hidden meaning

And blatant meaning

I choose to empower those I meet

And strive to enrich the soul.

With love and affirmation.

And I choose to be vunerable

And I choose not to do this alone...


Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson
20110108

Poem: The Path of Fragile Souls

You're on the path of fragile souls
Where many people walk
They move about in tiny groups
And seldom do they talk

And while they walk, their eyes are down
They do not want attention
For if they do they will attract
The ones we do not mention

The ones who tease
The ones who provoke
Who brake others spirits
Just for a joke

Even inside their little cocoons
The bullies seem seem to get in
They tease, they laugh and in the end
They always seem to end

How can they never consisder
The torment that they seed?
The souls they have shattered
For their selfish need

You may ask how these cocoons
Cannot avoid the bullies wrath
The simple reason is because
They also walk the path

By Eric and Maxine Rawlinson

Peace and blessings
Eric Rawlinson