Marvin Gaye at Rokpool 

MISSING MARVIN

The texture of your butter voice
The depth of your delivery
The story unheard by far too many
The heart pulsing, smile wooing, words cooing and sexy body moving.
The side inherited from God
The loneliness you couldn’t hide
The teacher, the preacher, the love leader
Your rhyme, your time, your oh so fine.
YES I’M MISSING MARVIN
What could have been, how it should have been
Your pain so plain, you’re for real-no plastic deal kept you close to us.
The way you shared your life through song kept some of us from doing wrong.
Your soapbox was strong and somehow you carried on when all hell was breaking lose inside. It’s as if you didn’t want to be human in this world, but to be the melody of the music you made… and in a since you were.
Your question was, “What’s going on”? Well, Marvin, today you wouldn’t want to know because the title of your song, “This world is rated X”, is completely apropos; I guess by now you know...
I’M MISSING MARVIN