HAPPY EARTH BIRTHDAY VICTOR. Your soul has now aged about a year in another time and place, but the time you spent here is still not forgotten. I hope you know you are still missed and I hope you are entertaining those around you with your wonderful poems and songs.
Last year I posted a birthday thread to Victor here on the Muse, I posted a poem and he sent me a response to how he spent his day:
I had a quiet birthday alone as I usually do, and as I enjoy. I spent the morning waxing the stairs actually and felt good about how much better they looked, as I only do this about once a year. My ex-mother-in-law used to do them once a week. However, I think this is because she hoped I would fall and break my neck, and thus she would have been rid of me. Or maybe she just liked to see them shine.
What a wonderful, talented friend with a great sense of humor, Victor knew who he was and if I can share what he told me about himself to help you know him, then maybe that is my birthday present this year:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY Victor, still missing you in the Artist Cafe!
DECEMBER 15, 2011:
I am just heart broken to announce to those of you who do not know that Victor Compton passed away in late spring of 2011.
I felt the announcement should be in the Artist Cafe where he spent most of his time at the Muse.
It is hard to post about someone you didn't "really" know, but maybe when we share our poems and songs, we draw each other into our hearts and minds.
Victor was a very interesting, kind and talented person. I hope you will go to his profile on the Muse or on SoundClick and read his bio.
Many of us were upset to learn that Victor had a stroke in August of 2010 when he posted this:
August 17, 2010
I've Written You A Letter
I've written you a letter, of possible goodbye.
But I hope that I get better, so you won't have to cry.
The Doctors shake their heads The nurses are too polite
It's clear they all expect that God, will soon turn off my light.
Should that occur, my darling girl, and I must go where angels dwell
I'll tell everyone I meet.....that you loved me very, very, well.
copyright 2010 by victor compton
He answered our questions and concern over this with these words:
Soon after, Victor posted that he compiled a book of poems that is still available, here is the information about this work:
But that is not the important thing. The important thing is that my poems are there for posterity.
For me, he was an amazing poet, I enjoyed so many of his postings. I am going to copy a few of my favorites. These came out of his days of traveling with a rock band and being at the bedside of his ex-wife who had died. Both introspective and amazing. The last one is just sweet and shows the lighter side of his poetry. Please feel free to post your favorites if you have one.
There is a music in my soul
that holds me like a dark romance;
and gives the kiss that turns men pale
when caught in webs of circumstance.
I've run the black-snake highway nights
and burned before the storming throng
and heard them screaming "rock and roll !"
to urge the ceremony on.
I've kissed the heart within the beast
and played guitar until fingers bled.
I've searched a motel room for peace
and found strange women there, instead.
But, still I sing and in my pain
the stinging metal strings caress
and cannot sleep for songs unsung
that will not stop and let me rest.
I am chained to the love of sound--
the amplified, electric chants.....
I move alone, forever caught
on feet forever doomed, to dance.
copyright 1983 by victor compton
And, You Were Mine................for Hélène
This room is yours forever.
You slept in this bed and died there
Like a candle quietly burning out.
You left us with gentility and discretion.
We didn't even know that your last sigh
was your last Your going was the
essence of polite withdrawal from
the Fete of Life. You didn't wish for anyone
to notice that your Soul was crossing
dimensions or for us to be sad that
we could not follow. You left us without
fear or fighting and told me the afternoon
of your departure, "You were the great Love
of my life," though we had been divorced
for fifteen years. I could only reply, truthfully,
"and you were mine."
copyright 2011 by victor compton
Poems In Bed
Some day I will read you poems in bed,
And kiss you so sweetly, your conscience turns red.
Someday, I’ll show you the Door to the Dream,
Where the Senses prevail, and Art rules, Supreme.
Someday, I will read you poems in bed,
As soft as the pillow supporting your head;
Words that fall gently, like angel-winged flight,
By the Ocean Of Sleep, at the edge of the Night
Someday I will read you poems in bed
And cradle you sweetly, like love on a sled
Then, tickle you giggly, until you know,
That you are the one, I wish never to go!
copyright 2009 by victor compton
Victor also posted many songs and videos, you can visit his SoundClick link to hear his songs and view his artwork:
VICTORS SONGS on SoundClick
I did not know Victor for a very long time, but the e-mails and pm's we exchanged were enough for me to call him "my friend" and I will miss him so.
One of my favorite things he answers on SoundClick is "What is his Favorite Spot?" Victor said:
I surely hope that Victor gets to see that many times now. I hope he knows that I will miss being able to go to the Artist Cafe to see his next poem, I hope he knows that he made friends here and is remembered as a talented poet and songwriter and I hope he knows that he touched our hearts.
I will end this with his artwork of "The Celestial Stairway", I hope the climb was as he imagined it to be. Goodbye my dear friend.........