P.S. I LOVE YOU
I first met Joey Rudolph at Pete's wake. He was standing with a group of big tattooed guys with long hair, with tears in their eyes, talking about how insane it was that Peter Steele was dead.
Joey has graciously allowed me to repost a story he wrote for and about Peter here ... enjoy. Thanks to Isa from Germany for finding this treasure & telling me about it.
P. S. I love you-------------------------- originally written for Peter Steele on April 16 2010
The Green Man appears before me- in from the mist, he calls to me from afar and I raise my fist, he sees me hobble and stumble through the grass as I come close, the eyes of green come into focus and I just froze.
"This cant be" I think to myself as I stood still, "Didnt we lay you to rest, over by the hill?" I hear him speak to me but his lips don't move, his voice booms and thunders but it sounds so smooth.
" I see you brother but can't touch your hand" I hear him say to me as if by command. "Whats happened to me son, I dont understand? Will you help me to locate, help me find my band?"
"I wish I could" I said with a smile, "wont you sit down with me and chat for awhile?"
"You're friends are close, back over at the bar, you know the one, where you're the brightest star"
"Come closer Peter, can you tell me why, you have this sad look coming from your eyes?."
" I have this feeling thats come over me, I can't understand how this can be?." He said to me softly as he flipped his hair, " Whats happened to me, Joe, I'm so worse for wear?"
I leaned in- on my cane for balance, to tell him what he already knew of his valiance.
He listened to my words with patience and fortitude, for this was news of immense magnitude.
"Theres something hard for me to tell you man, I don't know how to, cause I'm your loyal friend, and I'm feeling blue."
"Its really serious, you have got to see, this is so hard, so very hard for me."
"You've had this thing that has happened to you, something terrible, and I promise to, cherish your memory and your honor too, will you at least let me follow-thru.?"
"You've died and gone to Heaven, this is my pledge, to protect you until the very end. Please look for my brother Steven, he will help be your guide, where Heaven Above and the World collide."
He then sits and he ponders and he searches his soul, soon he succumbs to the notion as it unfolds, "I saw Angels and Devils and unspeakable beings, they come to me at night and then steal my things.
They tear at my flesh, my heart, my fingers do they burn, tell me what it is, did I have to learn?. I am broken and suffer so terribly so, can you tell me what it is, that I should know?"
The ground shook and rumbled and the sky went dark, we both dove for shelter as I grabbed my heart.
Then snow and wind did come from above, the man in green protected me and he gave me a shove.
Under a bush did I fall to the ground with a thud, I saw The Devil and he was out for blood. I got up and stood with my pal- back to back, Peter grabbed me and we planned our attack. The demon flew by with thunder and fire, it was a battle for the ages in ecclesiastical attire. We smashed and we clobbered and we fought till the dawn, Peter whipped up and destroyed the beast of Hellspawn.
Falling softly like a whisper the flakes floated down to Earth, they clumped together trying to be first, We fought the devil as we have since birth, this was our mission for what its worth.
"VICTORY IS OURS!!!!" Peter screamed loud and clear, for the Angels and Devils, for ALL to hear, "I am Alpha-Omega, I did tell you all, come at me again, and I'll turn you into a FIREBALL"
The sky then did open and invite my friend, to go into the light so his heart could mend.
Then Angels came down to guide him above, with organs and drums and guitars and love.
Peter looked at me with eyes so wide, he smiled and he grinned with peace and with pride.
He lifted off the ground and floated so lightly, as if at a concert like he did so, nightly.
His music filled the wind, the valley and the World, his fingers touched the clouds as they unfurled.
Then it was over as whence it began, the sky closed up to envelop the man,
that I grew to know, as a friend, as a brother, as we ALL did from one to another.
I tell you all this to remember his name, as a man, as a friend, but not for his fame.
Remember the man, his greatness, his magnitude.
And all that he said with bombastic amplitude.
Remember the man, flawed and with sadness, with love and talent and for all the badness.
He gave us SO much of his soul and his heart- His mind, his intelligence, this was his art.
Peter leaves behind two families of loved-ones, His blood and his fans- of these there were tons.
And wherever he is, we know this is true- it is the Grandest of Palaces in the new venue.
He is calm, he is warm and so follow this creed, " Whenever it is that you have the need,
give to your family of time and of love, and shall any of us look to the Heavens above.
See the clouds swirl swiftly as they blow in the sky, remember Peter Steele and wave him goodbye."
RUDOLPH III
" I see you brother but can't touch your hand" I hear him say to me as if by command. "Whats happened to me son, I dont understand? Will you help me to locate, help me find my band?"
"I wish I could" I said with a smile, "wont you sit down with me and chat for awhile?"
"You're friends are close, back over at the bar, you know the one, where you're the brightest star"
"Come closer Peter, can you tell me why, you have this sad look coming from your eyes?."
" I have this feeling thats come over me, I can't understand how this can be?." He said to me softly as he flipped his hair, " Whats happened to me, Joe, I'm so worse for wear?"
I leaned in- on my cane for balance, to tell him what he already knew of his valiance.
He listened to my words with patience and fortitude, for this was news of immense magnitude.
"Theres something hard for me to tell you man, I don't know how to, cause I'm your loyal friend, and I'm feeling blue."
"Its really serious, you have got to see, this is so hard, so very hard for me."
"You've had this thing that has happened to you, something terrible, and I promise to, cherish your memory and your honor too, will you at least let me follow-thru.?"
"You've died and gone to Heaven, this is my pledge, to protect you until the very end. Please look for my brother Steven, he will help be your guide, where Heaven Above and the World collide."
He then sits and he ponders and he searches his soul, soon he succumbs to the notion as it unfolds, "I saw Angels and Devils and unspeakable beings, they come to me at night and then steal my things.
They tear at my flesh, my heart, my fingers do they burn, tell me what it is, did I have to learn?. I am broken and suffer so terribly so, can you tell me what it is, that I should know?"
The ground shook and rumbled and the sky went dark, we both dove for shelter as I grabbed my heart.
Then snow and wind did come from above, the man in green protected me and he gave me a shove.
Under a bush did I fall to the ground with a thud, I saw The Devil and he was out for blood. I got up and stood with my pal- back to back, Peter grabbed me and we planned our attack. The demon flew by with thunder and fire, it was a battle for the ages in ecclesiastical attire. We smashed and we clobbered and we fought till the dawn, Peter whipped up and destroyed the beast of Hellspawn.
"VICTORY IS OURS!!!!" Peter screamed loud and clear, for the Angels and Devils, for ALL to hear, "I am Alpha-Omega, I did tell you all, come at me again, and I'll turn you into a FIREBALL"
The sky then did open and invite my friend, to go into the light so his heart could mend.
Then Angels came down to guide him above, with organs and drums and guitars and love.
Peter looked at me with eyes so wide, he smiled and he grinned with peace and with pride.
He lifted off the ground and floated so lightly, as if at a concert like he did so, nightly.
His music filled the wind, the valley and the World, his fingers touched the clouds as they unfurled.
Then it was over as whence it began, the sky closed up to envelop the man,
that I grew to know, as a friend, as a brother, as we ALL did from one to another.
I tell you all this to remember his name, as a man, as a friend, but not for his fame.
Remember the man, his greatness, his magnitude.
And all that he said with bombastic amplitude.
Remember the man, flawed and with sadness, with love and talent and for all the badness.
He gave us SO much of his soul and his heart- His mind, his intelligence, this was his art.
Peter leaves behind two families of loved-ones, His blood and his fans- of these there were tons.
And wherever he is, we know this is true- it is the Grandest of Palaces in the new venue.
He is calm, he is warm and so follow this creed, " Whenever it is that you have the need,
give to your family of time and of love, and shall any of us look to the Heavens above.
See the clouds swirl swiftly as they blow in the sky, remember Peter Steele and wave him goodbye."
RUDOLPH III