TheHumanRainbow
The Nightingale
Without Wings
What made Elvis Presley, a King
?
It was the pure raw joy, with
which he bared his soul.
He sang with true emotion, never
arrogant or lewd.
He hung his head quite often,
in humble gratitude,
honored to sing before
God, before you and me.
The method
used to treat Elvis Presley's health createdsymptoms
which guaranteed
medical,
psychological
and physical
dependence.
A financial bonanza!
The self-righteous and ignorant
thrive on liable and dirt.
They voice cruel judgments
and don't care whom they hurt,
as his character endures un-established
dishonor.
In the seventies Elvis was prescribed
steroids,
part of a standard treatment
for blocked or twisted colons.
You retain water and can
bloat thirty pounds or more.
You sweat a lot and the pain
is crushing.
You must be monitored twenty
four hours a day.
(I am able to empathize emphatically, since
1970, I suffer from intestinal blockages and all that comes with the disorder
and I am still alive.)
Too much, too vague, to fast.
His actions screamed for help
as his symptoms unmasked, a most vulnerable man.
Elvis was then, is now and forever
will be a major source of income for strangers, friends, and family.
He will always pay taxes, and
earn his way.
Give him truth now, make it
right, for antiquity.
If Elvis can't get justice,
what chance do we have?
His actions rarely matched anything
he said.
He said he was all right,
then he was dead.
Lord have mercy.
Rainbows need sunlight, as do
the birds to sing.
The human nightingale, without
any wings.
Elvis was blessed with gifts from
the Lord,
an enchanting lush voice, and so
very much more.
But above all that, was the sweetest
voice of all;
the voice he saved for singing,
singing to God.
The king who gave praise, and sang
for the Lord.
The human rainbow what a beautiful
storm.
His actions were sincere, his voice
gave him away.
Elvis was a nice guy, it
was plain as day.
He broke through racial walls;
race was his essence.
He spoke of this with pride and
great loving presence.
Born in a shotgun
shack,
he loved his neighbors white or
black.
They had more in common,
that the difference in their skin.
What kind of man would Elvis have
been,
had he turned his back on his upbringing?
Imitation is the most sincere form
of praise.
His voice was his lot, a gift by
God's grace.
Had he buried his lot would've
been the disgrace.
What else could he be but the sum
of his days?
He stirred us with emotion, each
smile a precious jewel.
He delighted our senses and soothed
our souls.
I don't think the impersonators,
see who I see.
They crudely fabricate,
the subtle moves Elvis Presley
made.
What exactly was his reality,
alone with his shadow and his memories?
They say he was protected, protected
with love;
Because he was surrounded, like
a hand in a glove.
They say he was in charge of his
liberty,
and he was free to be,
all he could be.
Constantly surrounded, surrounded
with care,
a caged nightingale, cannot go
anywhere.
Taking care of business; too much
just isn't right.
Who sabotaged Elvis? Who can shed
some light?
Who compelled Elvis to “try” each
drug?
That's who God will punish not
Elvis!
As his mothers body lay cooling
Elvis was given his first tranquilizer.
The only pure love he would ever
know
died during the birth of rock and
roll.
What was wrong with him trusting
and loving his mother?
He could trust her unlike
he could trust any other.
(If
you want to know a man
before you give him your life,
learn how he and his dad,
treat their mother and wife.
)
He got back on his feet
and brushed himself off,
then gave us all he could,
in the name of God.
Extremely bright but very naive;
clean as a whistle until twenty-three.
He rescued his kin from poverty.
Always respect authority.
Tip your hat, give your chair,
be polite and be honest.
This is how he was raised in Tennessee.
One thing for sure, he was most
proud to be,
an “In God we trust” American male.
Elvis struggled with insomnia all
his life.
His mother spoke of Elvis walking
in his sleep.
Later someone prescribed sleeping
pills.
Today we understand how debilitating
this is.
We judge each other with, the contents
of our hearts.
We must go beyond judgment, to
render true justice;
And before we amuse ourselves with
Elvis Presley's life,
we must go beyond what and find
out why.
Sequestered his whole life there's
much he never knew.
Isolated from the truth he remained
demure.
The United States Army passed bennies
(speed/uppers) out to our boys
like candy.
Being alert on night guard duty
was mighty important.
Elvis was not cunning or assuming.
He was handsome and cool but so
unsuspecting
he misplaced his whole life.
Captain Marvel Junior,
Shazam
he would pretend,
never to be weak or poor,
when he became a man;
And he would not be selfish or
worship the coin.
This obscure young man would work
and toil.
If Jesse Garon had lived,
would Elvis be alive?
Had he not been so alone,
would he have survived?
(Jesse
Garon was Elvis Aaron's still born twin brother)
Popsicle, bananas, peanut butter
too;
Pepsi, burnt bacon, cheeseburgers
and stew.
Meat loaf, cornbread, southern
fried food;
Sounds pretty American, pretty
Canadian too.
Making fun of what he ate, does
not say much for you.
Food that kept the boy alive and
fed the mans soul.
Food that tasted like the past,
before rock and roll.
At some elusive point, his options
disappeared.
He was told we would leave him
if we knew he had fears.
His outbursts maintained pressure
valves in order.
Not malicious or bad,
not perfectly normal.
Who doesn't have a dark side?
Who's perpetually poised?
Even in death he is shamefully
exploited!
Beneath the working image was a
flesh,
blood and bone man
who studied theology trying to understand,
why he was who he was,
with in Gods’ plan.
Yes he lost his cool and shot a
few t.v.’s,
he had his moments,
just like you and me.
Like anyone else he let off some
steam.
But he was not selfish and he was
not mean.
He went a little wild trying to
have fun.
What's wrong with that?
Such is youth, and it's normal.
We all go through stages and we've
all played the fool.
Just shows he was human and breakable
too.
Priscilla says Elvis didn't enter
her
until their wedding night.
The man kept his promise to her
parents.
Could he do no right?
Then he no longer desired her,
when Lisa Marie was born.
It's said he had untold affairs,
even though he loved his wife,
but swear he fathered once his
entire life.
So she had affairs with this one
and that.
While Elvis waited to make his
come back opening the
Las Vegas International Hotel,
Priscilla stops by to say she just
left him,
wants a divorce too.
At this point she claims Elvis
raped her.
The word “no”
is required to constitute a rape.
Since then I have heard Priscilla
gush,
“You could not say, “no”
to Elvis,
I don't care who you are.”
Priscilla had ten years to learn
how things would be.
Why didn't she leave before they
married?
Thirty years later and several
kids mores,
why is she still, Priscilla Presley?
Eyes once filled with joy
were glazed with pain and sadness.
His heart betrayed his voice,
amongst all the madness.
Taking care of business?
Protect, surround, pretend.
Judas was his witness, his
lover, his friend.
Cater to his weakness, control
him, keep him high.
Cash in on his meekness.
Do it with a smile.
Malign and blame the victim,
he can't defend himself.
Make jokes about his swollen size,
disregard his health.
A pride filled man would not be
seen
in bloated disarray.
With Elvis Presley's image
I am truly amazed;
If he bore the guilt of self-indulgence,
he could not have shown his swollen
face.
The king of rock and roll was a
sight to behold,
body and soul,
bought and sold.
Why was he compelled, compelled
to escape?
What really went on, behind those
gates?
They say they tried to save Elvis
slipping him sugar capsules,
placebos and phony injections.
Who was manipulating whom?
They, in fact could control his
every reaction.
We must face his value now,
to see the callous truth.
For all he left behind,
it is the least we can do.
Why did he die trying to escape?
We alter our reality, when we are
afraid!
If he was truly cared for, he would
have felt safe.
How could he know what was in each
pill?
He was the patient and his pain
was real.
Agree to disagree with his alleged
demands.
Colonel Tom Parker,
could have arranged such a plan.
If everyone confronted him,
he would have been helpless.
What choice would he have but face
himself?
They had associates, family and
friends,
a life to return to, a future to
plan.
To this day people still look for
Elvis;
some swear he is still alive.
Where could Elvis Presley go?
Where could he hide?
Who were his friends?
Who were the spies?
All of them looked him right in
the eyes.
There is just so much a body can
do,
you need validation, you need to
be you.
No sane man could cope,
forever unglued,
bleeding his essence like ticks
do for food.
It's said Elvis read a Physicians
Desk Reference
all the time.
If this is true, and he
understood what he read,
then there's no question, it was
suicide!
| BUT,
this would voidall
insurance and legal contracts. |
However,
Elvis was probably as medically
ignorant
as most nonprofessionals.
The narcotic's Elvis is alleged
to have abused
are drugs
he could not have known about,
never mind abuse,
unless someone respectable,
authorized,
licensed, trusted,
professional endorsed their use.
The same person likely gave him
the
Physicians Desk Reference.
The comprehension of medical terminology
and their interactions takes years
of intense schooling
Those arrogant enough to accept
fees for professional services are supposed to care for and protect their
patients.
Respect was a farce. Love was contrived.
It's easy to mess with anyone's
mind,
when one is medically hypnotized.
The most crippling fear we all
have inside,
is the fear of the unknown,
and no place to hide.
If you saw him sing live,
then you felt his pain.
Then he never ever sang for us
again.
The only time he felt free was
when he was on stage.
Any message he sent could come
no other way.
Taking care
of business,
too much just
isn't right.
If Elvis died
of prescription drugs,
then someone
took his life.
Alone and
surrounded by envy and greed;
Undermined
by trust and contrived dependency.
If he were
a drooling addict like his people say,
then he was
legally incapable,
of caring
for himself.
If he was stoned
for so many years,
he was unfit,
and under duress.
How
could anyone who says they cared for Elvis
let
him sign any thing while on drugs?
What this in turn means is,
all legal contracts are null and
void.
It takes an enterprise to run his
estate,
tending every penny Elvis
Presley still makes.
It's not his reputation they want
to protect,
it's the dynamics that brought
about his death.
His death certificate must state
the truth.
Withholding records protects the
shrewd.
Turn his tragic nightmare into
a positive dream.
Just like a child he was as naughty
as could be,
hoping someone would love him,
enough to see.
His image was worth more than his
life.
What a terrifying way to have to
survive.
Lord he was outstanding for a man
without hope,
surrounded by people who kept bringing
him dope.
The Lord heard his prayers
and released him from his cage.
This human nightingale, without
any wings,
is a free soul now,
in God's choir he now sings.
This human rainbow,
left an endless pot of gold.
The stunning, coveted,
King of Rock and Roll. ©
In order
to fully appreciate what happened to
Elvis Presley
we must understand
the OATH
every intern
must take before
they become
a medical doctor of any kind
and accept
money from anyone, even
Elvis Presley!
Hippocratic
Oath
 I
swear that I will look upon him who shall have taught me this arteven
as one of my Parents...
I will
follow that method of treatment which, according to my ability and judgment,
and as I consider for the benefit of my patients, and
abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous.
I
will
give no deadly medicine to anyone if asked, not suggest and such counsel,
and with purity and with holiness I will pass my life and practice
my art...
Into
whatever houses I enter I will go into them for the benefit of the sick
II
will abstain from every voluntary act of mischief and corruption...
Whatever,
in connection with my professional practice, or not in connection with
it, I may see or hear in the lives of wo/men
which ought not t be spoken abroad, I will not divulge, counting such things
to be as sacred secrets
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