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When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest I don't want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed So as I wrote my will, I chose to leave an instruction That laughing gas be inhaled by all those at the function No mournful eulogies will a pastor have to invent For my funeral will be held under a circus tent When dozens of clowns emerge from the tiny Volkswagen Reams of my silly limericks Bozo will be dragin' And as they're read aloud, family and friends who knew me best Will say, "She had a sense of humor, this we can attest." Mimes will mimic me trying to write the world's best novel As my corpse hangs from the trapeze, surely they will marvel Laughter will ensue as they shoot me from the cannon Flying high in my demise across the great Grand Canyon All the children will smile and there'll be no tears allowed So no one will ever remember me as a "dark cloud" There are people who seem to take life way too seriously When I meet my Maker, don't view this as a tragedy Dad called me his "happy girl," so let me go out that way I want to leave them laughing as I reach my judgment day Entry for Sidney Lee Ann's "All About You" contest
Flowers...beautiful flowers. These flowers will not replace my friend. Their beauty will soon go the way of life- Fade and wither and then take flight. Piled upon this mound of dirt to mark our sorrow, Offered as a sacrifice to soothe our souls. Petal nor thorn could save this rose. Like flowers cut down in height of beauty, This face that bloomed and wore big smiles, Is covered here to rest awhile. Then beyond the markers numbered many, Placed in rows to make order of death, I saw something that took my breath. Flowers...colorful flowers...that filled The field yet fallow...waiting for the day When friends and family gather...and pray. Flowers...beautiful flowers.
Another song written in middle school - edited of course. ;) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Verse 1] I'm trapped within these walls Never to leave at all I am the prisoner inside my own home My spirit is broken I do not believe I'm locked in this chamber which I cannot leave [Chorus] The needles that break the skin The anger that runs within I'm giving it all away Just to stay alive The needles that pierce my veins It will never be the same We're on pins and needles now It's how we survive [Verse 2] They say he'll find me soon Got to get out of this room The blood will spill and he'll take what he wants to I'll never let him through GET OUT OF MY DREAM He whispers in darkness, "I'm not who I seem…" [Chorus] [Verse 3] The four walls around me They start to close in I know I'm too late now I know I can't win So just tell me I'm crazy It's all in my head You're not the killer And I am not dead [Chorus] [Breakthrough] Don't tell me it's impossible To start it all over again Infection sinks through your pale skin You'll curse the day that I'm dead [Chorus]
Across the road from new truck sales Lay a yard filld with trucks that died These vehicles' voice offer tales Once on them a trucker relied They thought that he would be companion Their eternal guide protect them He took one to the Grand Canyon He was truck's total brain stem Made the decisions for each day This truck didn't object just follow Whichever way trucker would stray Even if where lay Capistrano Swallow Then one day the truck's tires went flat Soon in this graveyard this truck lies Trucker lost his favorite hat Old trucker no longer truck guides
My heart was in such pain I felt like I was going to go insane I just don't know what to do And my eyes full of tears that distort my view I fell to my knees and felt the urge My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge My body was warm and with feelings so confused My mind felt sadness had fused I could not conquer my fears I just sat down and fell into tears When some close to you passes on It felt like a warmth has gone So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss So now I cry in my bed and toss April 14, 2013
They tried to make you go to Rehab... you said... NO! NO!! NO!!! Shoulda' packed your bags ta' Rehab... you wouldn't GO! GO!! GO!!! boo-hoo hot-mess Wine-HORSE
Imagine lakes of dreams Blood contained streams Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games Man design's umbrellas And eventually would play a part in acid rain Imagine not wanting to smell another rose Or touch another soul Because of despair and shame Imagine in the mist of your demise You have the passion to rejoice and sing Imagine driving pass shattered glass The interior is soaked with blood stains Your mind can't comprehend the fact that it's a dead family in the next lane Imagine dreaming for freedom As a result by your neck you hang Imagine for the sake of progress You whip a man on his back and call him a slave. Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame You don't have to imagine this Because that's what life brings.
I remember the day we met It was the best day of my life I can't bring myself to forget you For you are a part of my soul I remember the hour I first loved you I know it—I still do And I will never love you less As the years progress I forget about my sad affairs When I reflect upon that day Though our communication died, I still feel there is a way… I do away with the misery As I look into your eyes Your haunting face in a photo Is a living enmity in my heart You shall never die As long as I wait for a new day And lift you—my future! By the grave I will faithfully stay No! It is not a permanent goodbye We shall thrive together again As one mind and body Till then—lie still and I will pray, "May that new day come today"
< Early morning, Its rainy and dark, Quit dull, Cloudy and gray, Emotions flowing not, So dim and sadden, Stuck in a zone, Feeling all alone, Suddenly blacken, Now dressed in lace, And black satin, Emotions flowing all over, Yet still lost, Dazed and amazed, Felt crushed pancake flatten......>
The cold touch of the metal On my soft bare skin The turn out can only be fatal Ill do this with a grin No one can ever tell That i even feel this way Depression doesnt ring their bell But i know that this is the day The day this all ends The day that i fade The day i make amends The day i wont be afraid Iv hidden it for so long No ones ever known Im not really this strong The real me has never been shown This metal razor is cold On my oh so soft bare skin The move im making will be bold When i decide to let depression win My life cut short My life gone My life had no support My life is done This razor now bloody With a smile on my face No movement from my body My smile not out of place Lying on the floor Note tucked in my hand Please do not ignore For this is what it read "I ended it for you I ended it so be happy Its what i had to do I even made it snappy You were the one That i chose You made me numb And let me go My life had its ending But see im smiling Im still pretending That your 'i love you' wasn't you lying"
"Friend, Mind wandering through misty woods. You don't understand your purpose. Friend, I knew you too little, Please do not shed your salty emotions, Not out of anger, not out of sadness. Friend, You now lose your way so easily, You sink, you burst, you burn inwardly. You weep from frustrations, From the guilt of an honest smile, From pains, that you forget for a moment, That come swiftly back to haunt you of your loss. I understand, dear friend. You once had a light and the woods seek to snuff it out. Do not fear, dear friend, Friend follow me, as I once did you. Friend, now you see? Yes, you see, The little wisps in the fog that guide us home." ~In memory of Bill Hamman, and all else who have suffered the pains of Alzheimer's
I miss you more and more everyday, That's why I drink so much to take this pain away. The pain don't really go away it comes back, and I get so lost I don't know how to act. I get lost in my thoughts of you, It kills me you can't come back ever no matter what I do, This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw. Some people say time will heal, but I know I'll be missing you still, It feels like I'm living in a bad nightmare I wish it wasn't real. If I could go back in time, I would go back and press rewind. I would go to that day the 2nd of July, and make sure you were okay and you didn't die. All I got got now are our memories and the tears I cry, To keep it together it's hard but believe me I try.
A lonesome boat in the harbor rocks insanity. Big waves of the black sea roll across the white sands that fade into darkness for eternity. Far from the life giving drops of rain are predators in the city of shadows. Feelings from the last solem breezes blow. As the evening sun fades slowly into the night, the pavement glistens like cracked glass from the earlier evening rain. A lack of silence remains. In the city of shadows, screaming voices creep in the corner of your mind. Visions of the garden where the flowers died. The dark alley reveals the emptiness of peace within your soul, and death reveals the cold, cold truth way beneath the black crumbled earth. Slapped with a strike of lightning, disrupting the fall of silence where secrets crawl to hide, in the foxholes of one's mind. In the city of shadows, bewildered minds tick with the time of the clock. Breath by breath falls perfectly out of place, and darkness opens a new gate. Tunes of the violin slowly fade away. A new awakening to blindness, in the city of shadows.
A dedication to my grandpa, i love you and miss you, Your legacy lives on within my heart The sun can shine So bright, it makes you blind Fooling, deceiving. Very misleading . The world telling you it's a good day With just a simple ray. Penetrating your mind Telling you to leave all that behind. So you leave it … Searching for anything to find. To fill that hole in your heart ...with something kind. So you go for a stroll in a park And see a dog with a playful bark. As you step near You start to grow in fear Foam in its mouth You notice your head dropping south Chin down And start to frown. You realize it's not so sunny anymore Rain pours No more birds soar. Drop to your knees And freeze Start to cry. Then wonder why. Why do I feel this way? Looking for answers, you go to the bay. Watching the storm come in, you hear someone say, "Remember what I taught you, You have to be strong. Find the right In the wrong. Everything will be okay. Some days will rain. Some days will shine," Looking around to see who it may be You continue to listen to the voice from the sea, "some days you need to stop everything And pray. The Good Lord will take it away. I've always been your strength Strong for you and yours sister both." As you realize who it is You start to cry, from sadness… And bliss. "I know you miss me… And I miss you too. No need to cry, Oh Catelyn, oh me oh my. But just always know I'm here, In heaven watching over you. If you ever need me. You know where I'll be. Watching over you from the clouds. No need to worry. Don't stress so much. Life happens. It peaks And it stinks.. Given , I wish I was down there to talk to you. But it's all in God's plan. Everything will be for the better. Now I'm sorry I have to go, Check on your sister and cousins you know Whenever your feeling rough Whenever life gets tough Remember what I taught you. Rain may continue Life will happen in different Venues But go dance in the rain Let go of the pain. Enjoy the life God granted you …it won't last forever. Don't plan out the future God has his plan Live his will out Not yours Remember your still a kid, So smile and I love you Catie did" Tears rushing down your face Tears of joy or sorrow You don't really know. Remembering what your grandfather taught you, With his strength You stand up Something in your chest starts to bump Your heart, it's whole Alive Beating once again. Pain is gone And you live on. Dancing in the rain With only life to gain.
The cracked spine of the book I dropped at the call. A chip in my windshield left by a pompous *?#@! in a red sports car as I drive to the service. Rain expectorating from an ashen sky as the dirt is turned. Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the crack in grandma's spine from her fall down the stairs. The chip in her amazingly smart mind after eighteen years as a teacher. Tears running, dripping from my Mothers ashen face as she cries "My mama's dead." Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the cracked family emotions left raw and empty. The chip in Grandpas numb mind at the gathering… "Where is Irene she should be here?" Faces gone ashen with dread, do we leave him numb or remind him that his wife is dead? Today is terrible. Though this is less terrible than the empty silences, missing the jokes Grandma used to crack. Grandma's laugh and her endless smile which always exposed that tooth with the chip in it. Without her the world has become empty, bleak, and ashen. Today is terrible. Summer Gratias
Can I let you go? Will you be okay? Where you're headed now...to a better place Listen to my words of forgiveness relieving this pain I'd give anything to have you back again To hold you once more in my arms, one more day of happiness you now dwell within my heart Your innocent smile is forever a distant memory, and the times that we share are precious treasures that I spend reliving The Shadow of Death Took you in just one breath Why must it be? I cry behind this closed door, searching desperately for an answer, yet all I feel is an emptiness inside... despair haunts me forevermore Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? Why does this have to hurt? Cancer robbed thy life from thee... Why must it be? Fly away Angel Child of Mine Trod thy broken paths, roam away, fly and be free... Why must it be?
When she was born she had no father, spent nights in the streets to feed her mother, who was diagnose with a disease cancer, she strolled the streets naked for suitors, the life was worse she became a call girl. As the sun rose she headed to her homestead, weak frail with nothing to show but her instead, she saw her her mother still as a log dead, she shoved her side to side but she was dead. She sobbed and wept for three consecutive weeks, her relatives came and tried to comfort her weak, her body was soul less for she was now alone, living this life without her parent was steel hard, As the months passed she could not pay her rent, her landlady threw her out like a rat to pitch tent, she lay by the side work she now call her house pent, begging was her routine just to collect small cents Every night she wore a half knitted dress, ready to sell herself because she was a mess, every suitor passed her because of her scent, she was now devastated almost to the edge of death. One day as she begged beside the street, her self surrounded by dirt covered in a sheet, a man saw her and felt pity on her soul, he took her by her hand and told her come. Like a good samaritan he clothed and fed her, told her to clean up for she would be househelp, she neither rejected nor accepted the offer, but when evening camethe house was clean. In years to come she became the talk of town, The good samaritan married and left her in town, She was now stable fit for her to bear a crown, as she is now the director of the biggest orphanage in town Life may seem cruel at some point in time, but know that god has a way to change it, we may live on the edge of of life, but just believe and it will be alright
A great day ending in tragedy now you wait until you get the news I was scattered in different forms The car door was slammed into my side The doctor walks in to give you the news You fall to the floor Tears falling from your face Your makeup running down unto your clothes Making a stain where your heart used to be I took you back into the darkest place of my soul Something was different more darker than before Now you wait until the funeral of your lost love Your standing in the corner Your face is covered in darkness The blood runs from your eyes How it hurts in the worst way now that im gone Your realizing how much i meant to you Something you havent seen before Your blindness fades away as you start to see You fall to the floor fainting No one picks you up They drop my casket into my little hole Where i will stay all life long How your tears fall unto the ground Getting soaked up by the soil Drowning me in your tears Admire the past no more ways to see the future Now that your starting to love me more You wait until you see me in a dream Dying like the past As your moving on i fade away I am no longer alive You left me behind
, Lord thank you for this life, As I have lived a full life, It was not always as I would have like, But I lived it to the best of what I could, I'm going home; Home to the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been a long weary believer, As I've been away to long, I now know what I've been searching for, As He's been there in me all along, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, I have been and seen lots of places in life's journey, Now I yearn for familiar faces in familiar places, I hear familiar voices calling me to come home, I see familiar faces looking at me, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me, My time is near, the hour I know not, I see Jesus' face across the Heaven's, I hear His soft sweet voice calling me home, I can't wait for my real life to begin, I'm going home; Home is the place I want to be, I'm going home to Jesus where He waits for me. By; Rev. Samuel and Esta Mack, OMS Copyright 2011 VISIT US AT: http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
Grandma Wings By Lawrence M Nunez Dear Lord I pray, That you give my grandma wings Like the Angels in my dreams That from heaven flies To stand watch at night Over me as I sleep That she too my angel may be Tonight and forever Let them be pretty O lord as the lilies of the fields, white as the morning clouds, Light as the feather of a dove. like the glistening snow and shimmering sea her wings will glow, as she stand watch night and day, every day guarding me as I sleep and play. I could see her now O Lord the big old smile The kind and loving words The twinkle in her eyes Wings outstretch whispering I love you darling, It will be okay For now I have my wings To stand guard tonight as you sleep Grandma I miss you so I remember the talks And the laughs Even the tears we shed Both you and me Mine out loud without a care Yours in secret because you care Thank you Lord for giving her wings To stand guard tonight as I sleep Lord I pray you give her rest Peace and joy untold No more sorrow no more pain but beautiful wings that she may from heaven fly to stand watch over me tonight as I cry myself to sleep bidding her good-bye with a heavy heart I say good bye grandma good bye
I wish I had just one more day, to say the things I wish to say. To walk along behind your wheelchair; How you could out run me just wasn't fair. Have our morning coffee; sit and chat, once again call you an old senile bat. Millie, I always admired your will to fight. Talking with you made everything all right. Funny how nature's rules centrist and bend; Millie you were much more than my friend. You were the mother I so long ago lost, you taught me how to face and pay life's cost. You were always there to lend me an ear; offer advice, which I shall hold forever dear. I will miss your voice; raspy from the smokes, you were one of a kind who loved to tell jokes. We found my family and we found your son; two wonderful things, which we got done. Millie you may have passed but this is no lie, up inside of my heart you could never die. The message behind all of these tears I cry; I will see you later, I will never say goodbye.
All in one faded-black day (but let None forget) In my arms, her body lay (my life was the price to pay) A tragedy, through the lack of humanly shame (do they know pain) My darkly colleen has to suffer no more (Robert nor do you) Let me die (please hear my haunted cries) If I can not see Sophie tonight (live on with my grey) I'm just a mess of despairing words And broken nerves Another mourning, afflicted sight (through decay, love can remain) Solace, sympathy are just more lies She is all I need Until you decide she is just another sadist's toy My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away My Angel, why did you have to fly so far away My Angel, just let one feather stay My Angel has flown away (My body is amortal, die I may, Together, our hearts will forever stay)
We salute every soldier who's served this great nation. And offer a heart of thanks and appreciation! We salute each member of our armed forces. And are thankful for their efforts and resources! We salute the many who protect our borders too. We'd be in trouble… If not for people like YOU! We salute every son and daughter lost in a war. YOU are what serving this country is meant for! We salute the officers who've guided our women and men. Our prayers are with you! And our love from within! We salute our veterans! Wherever they may be! Those who served on land, air and sea! Offering prayer to the Lord is our belief… That he will guide our Commander-in-Chief! As we observe Memorial Day this year… Let's offer our soldiers love, hope and cheer… May God bless them in all they endeavor And his peace be with them today and forever!! By Jim Pemberton 05/21/10
Here lies the best Grandfather, One who was very considerate. Remembering him as a child, I would sit on his lap. He was a rare person indeed. He was a colonel in the Army. Also superlative of a gentelman. Here lies the best grandfather, May he rest in peace.
Thadd Baker, Friend, Father, Husband, Mentor, Brother, Son, A life cut short... A family left to grieve... Gone but not forgotten... You are always here with us... Dad my special friend... A loss so sudden... your life brought to a sudden end... Fear not your memory will not be forgotten... Your memory will never fade... We will never forget... Your star shines bright... So sail on sailor... Fair winds & Following seas...
Let the Deicide commence. You're a voyeur at best! Your vampiric heart is beating out of your chest! And you have slayed the ones whom would love you for anything less Ready to consume the final fragments of innocence, And for you there is no forgiveness, On your knees pleading, screaming to a tyrant in the skies; The father of lies. I will never be enslaved in your superiority The people agree: jaded of your false dichotomies. Know: I will be whomever nature intends to be Apollo and I will share our dreams, and you will be forced to see your failure! I know who you are... Readily the first to present your scars Chained by some despot or mental czar An emotional homunculus in your mind, behind bars Reluctant to escape - even when proven fake Your demented mind - depths no one will penetrate! ...And you see me suffering Not caring of any casualties Just as long you recieve your safeguard of sympathy So very wary of the masses and their Anarchy; Liberious ways Solipsist - Is there no one you can see? Even if she was presented burning? Solipsist - Is there no one you can believe? Even if Sophia was screaming? Solipsist - Know you have killed and abused me Imprisoned in your own personal reality
This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken
The Day My Uncle Died... I was thinking about the smile on my uncle's face…. This was a before he would "leave this place." I'll never forget the words shortly before he died. The more I thought about it, the more I cried. He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better." I never received another phone call or even a letter. A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral. But it was also him who received a burial. I was shocked and amazed as to what happened. The events took place. There was no way I could "stop them." Memories I had were from many years ago. I often think about him. And I do miss him so! I suppose many don't take the time to realize... How quickly life passes... Then someone dies. Perhaps there's someone in your life you can think of… There's been a situation that you're embarrassed to "speak of/" A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken. And soon your relationship has been "broken." This may be a good time with this person to spend. Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend." Everyone is important to God who reigns above. We need to be filled with his mercy and love. The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear... The days are short... Our journey's end is so near! May God speak to our heart and help us to see... Where will you and I be spending our eternity??? By Jim Pemberton
Oh, how I miss the dead… ... the softness in their voices That I cannot recreate, the warmth of their silence Where now only cold remains; And I know, oh how I know That they are long gone And I have been long removed From those fuller times But still, when I feel around my heart I find that it is missing things Parts long lost and dearly missed, And I sit here feeling fatally incomplete And I know- that I can never be whole again. But I still miss the dead, And I miss the times When I never knew That I would live on Missing the days when I was whole… -So I still miss the dead And the times when I was not hollowed by loss Living every day with a lighter heart So far from the times when I would never be whole again. And now, so far removed from fuller times, These few missing holes they let in a chill wind And somehow, these missing holes they leave my heart heavy And I know that it will grow heavier yet, But I dread That when I am lost I die not just incomplete But empty- Empty of all I could yet lose.
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover's flower, Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers. While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold, Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves? For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years. He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters. From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays Caring always for His own until that great appointed day… When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own. He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home. As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed. He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb. There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone. But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.
I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away. I know that in heaven, you shall be with him someday. Life's adversities are at times hard to explain. Sometimes, very quickly, circumstances can change. I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain. You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name. May his arms of tender mercy and grace, bring love to your heart and a smile on your face. May God's presence bring an assurance to your soul, knowing that God is with you no matter where you go. Through all that's happened, I pray you will find. God's wonderful joy, his comfort and a peace of mind. On the stormy seas of life, with God, you shall prevail. His promises and love for you will never, never fail. By Jim Pemberton 2006
They ran laughing Into the night. Hand in hand. Heart in heart. Twenty-One, and Nineteen. Forging new pathways, Skirting danger, Laughing at the wind. It took only A second, A heartbeat, For the driver To mow them down. It took only A second, A lifetime For love realized to be lost. But years before He stood next to his father Who said the choice is yours. And the proud young man Checked the box And signed his name Not knowing That the heart He gave the girl Would not be His to give. Seven hours Of waiting, Praying, Hoping. Seven hours Of holding breaths And hands, And the heart Began to beat Again.
When I think of my dear Aunt Sheila A great big smile comes across my face You see, no matter what the circumstances in life Her will would never break Compassionate love she gave to all Evident in all of her blissful ways Family was first, this I know for sure In all of her caring days Oh my dear Aunt Sheila had herself a wit With a smile at least a mile long Whether she was conversing with friends or family Heck even listening to a good ol' country song Mother, Aunt, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Grandma and GG-all terms But one describes her just right A beautiful soul always to be missed An angel living in heavenly sunlight Go be with Jesus my dearest Aunt Let your smile brighten Heavens gate For we know we shall see you again In Paradise-where you await
The Old Salt was a special man who came along in a time when he was needed most. A time that is now gone forever. When men believed and sacrificed, when hero's walked the earth in mass. When patriotism was not just a word but, by what men lived and judged the worth of each, a man who lived a life most of us cannot comprehend. An era now gone as this warriors tour of duty ends at this station, and begins anew in the heavenly fleet. Sail on Sailor into your unaccompanied tour, we salute you. What greater honor, that when a man moves forward, he leaves behind in each of us the best of what he was. A defender, protector, supporter, victor, a warrior, the last of the breed from an era when ships were made of wood and men were made of steel. The Old Salt has reported for duty that takes him away from us for now. Those of us who remain behind, remember, and will continue to remember, because he now resides forever in our hearts. As I look up at night, I envision The Old Salt, a beret draped just above the eye, as he draws upon his pipe, quietly he waits. The guardian of heaven's gate.
You flourished and blurred like a spark on wind Gracefully and quickly like a frightened hind in pursuit of light You harvested through bushy meadows taken by blight In struggle with plight had you lost your might And gave out although never you gave up. Where are you? For you must be still there. For I still can feel you somewhere in the air.
The gospel of God came out his mouth fluently Being a man of God he was indeed His smile could light the world up completely Earth and I have lost one of heaven's seeds. The bodies were crying, while the hearts are grateful Not because this event occur often Knowing where we're going afterwards we're thankful No need to lose sight of one's self when you see a coffin. My connections, my thoughts, are they enough To leave behind w legacy Or will the only thing I leave behind is my love? We'll find out once death approaches me. R.I.P DR. W. E. BROWN JazzieAnn Brown 1/27/12
You Drive me into this Malice, into this Maze I can only see the last of days Your Creation Failed With Me Burn with malice as you bridge to the plains of ennui
Oh Flora, Choral Beauty The Sun Rises With You Out of An Abyss of Chaos, Yet No Piece of Beauty Is Lost I Can't Grant You Nobility, But Our Love's Vitality Will Last Till The Gates of Hades's Halls They Will Push, They Will Pull, And Their Power Will Grow Just To Have A Piece of Our Love's Immortality For It They Cannot Wait Subdued By Desperation's Phantom But I Will Always Be One of Them So, My Dear, Please Understand I'm Just A Chevalier Drenched With My Sins The Hope Will Fade The Rose Will Turn Black The Promise Was Just I Lie, Though I Forbade I Will Just Be Another Empty Heart, Slain By Your Loosening Grip On My Sanity I Will Die, You Will Be Free Believe - It's The Way Things Must Be My Dear, Just Understand
May God Comfort You... I'm sorry to hear about your loved one passing away. I know that in heaven, you shall be with him someday. Life's adversities are at times hard to explain. Sometimes, very quickly, circumstances can change. I pray that through your loss, sorrow and pain. You'll find comfort and joy in Jesus' name. May his arms of tender mercy and grace, bring love to your heart and a smile on your face. May God's presence bring an assurance to your soul, knowing that God is with you no matter where you go. Through all that's happened, I pray you will find. God's wonderful joy, his comfort and a peace of mind. On the stormy seas of life, with God, you shall prevail. His promises and love for you will never, never fail. By Jim Pemberton
I wanna drink Tequila with some Mexicans and smoke ganja with some Jamaicans and get high I wanna dance in Africa and kiss the sun in the Serengeti and spend nights moon bathing in the sky I wanna own the wind and give shout outs to powers within I wanna be free of sin I wanna not be able to give in to temptations unless it's dancing to the rhythm of change I wanna hear all the angels clapping and shouting my name Sometimes I visit different planes of thought and I realize that I am already those things and it feels a bit strange So I wait for my subconscious to realize that truly enlightening day I yearn for a feast of knowledge and I incessantly pray that I can co-exist with the universe I began to look within it's soul source and I saw myself sowing seeds of poetry and music and dance I saw myself climbing mountains and overcoming circumstance I saw beautiful rings of green and gold and purple lilacs growing by a stream I saw myself happy to just be surrounded by the rhythm of the breeze because yes it does have one I follow it when I feel the need to become more aware And I train my heart through knowledge and meditation and I write to the pain I bare. I produce chances to reflect upon for granted luxuries of life I see myself with an abundance of blessings without a price I wanna continue to love. I wanna continue to believe. But I what I don't want that feeling to do is continue to leave.
I know that taking my life is a sin, But you don't know how much pain I am in; Death is better than this hell I've been through, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; My tortured soul robs me of breath, All I seek is the release of death; Requesting redemption in the gun I cling to, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; I'm considering briefly the life I must end, Nothing is left but the chance to transcend; And this decaying body that I pass through, God Grant me mercy for what I must do; Raven they named me, but now they are gone, I'm all alone since they both passed on; Soon I will see them, it's long overdue, God grant me mercy for what I must do; I beg for forgiveness as I let myself go, Tears trickle down as I feel my heart slow; Hopefully now I'll get to see you, So God grant me mercy for what I must do. Tirzah Conway ~For the contest "Among the Dead"~
The Women (for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and their families, and for my mother, Zubeida Moolla) Pregnant, your husband on the run, your daughter, a child, a few years old, they hauled you in, these brutish men, into the bowels of Apartheid's racist hell. They wanted information, you gave them nothing, these savage men, who skin happened to be lighter, and white was right in South Africa back then, but, you did not cower, you stood resolute, you, my mother, faced them down, their power, their 'racial superiority', their taunts, their threats. You, my mother, would not, could not break, You stood firm, you stood tall. You, like the countless mothers did not break, did not fall. You told me many things, of the pains, the struggles, the scraping for scraps, the desolation of separation from your beloved Tasneem and your beloved Azad, my elder sister and brother, whom I could not grow up with, your beloved children separated by time, by place, by monstrous Apartheid, by brutish men, whose skin just happened to be lighter. You told me many things, as I grew older, of the years in exile, of the winters that grew ever colder. You were a fighter, for a just cause, like countless other South African women, you sacrificed much, you suffered the pangs, of memories that cut into your bone, your marrow, you resisted a system, an ideology, brutal and callous and narrow. Yes, you lived to see freedom arrive, yet you suffered still, a family torn apart, and struggling to rebuild a life, all the while, nursing a void, that nothing could ever fill. I salute you, mother, as I salute the nameless mothers, the countless sisters, daughters, women of this land, who fought, sacrificing it all for taking a moral stand. I salute you, my mother, and though you have passed, your body interred in your beloved South African soil, you shall remain, within me, an ever-present reminder, of the cost of freedom, the struggles, the hunger, the toil. I salute you! (for the brave women of South Africa, of all colours, who fought against racial discrimination and Apartheid)
In the summer of 2007, God received an angel. The Angels name was Katie. Katie was sweet & Katie was good But I guess God wanted sweet old Katie Out of the hood. She did all she could, she gave all she had But never in her life treated anyone bad. Jesus, I know that she's good I know that she is great But sometimes I just hate, Hate that she is gone Hate that she is away I think about her everyday. Everyone & Everything is changing Family is falling apart, Oh why it's breaking my heart. Tearing the house down acting like pure clowns God you got a gift But sometimes I wish, Wish you hadn't took my Angel Wish you would have let her stay a little longer. God received an Angel. The Angels name was Katie I hope Katie is with me daily Until I die & visit her in the sky House is up wholesale, everyone thinking "WHAT THE HELL" Angels, Angels, Angels Angels flying here, Angels flying there Angels are flying around just about any & everywhere You took a couple of my families angels in strange ways I get up in the morning wondering when is my day & who will be next to depart us. My heart was broken when you took my Angel Oh, why did you have to take her, Her out of all people She followed the rules and the laws But I am wondering is that all.
My ancestors came here long ago Tough and strong not weak But somewhere down along the line Something went terribly wrong And now I have to sit here and deal with my legacy Of not what I thought it would be Not where I choose to be right now The legacy that's me. I can't escape the past The memories seem to last Of the horrors of what has come before The graveyard is the place I can see it on my face My family's legacy of suicide is haunting me. My generational legacy Is it going to kill me Or will it just let sleeping dogs lie And allow me to exist Will it allow me to just to see The me that I am meant to be To live beyond my years To grow beyond the tears To handle all my fears To defy what could have been My legacy. (November 13, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
A crowded table, all suspended in shock The sound of the shot dimming to a 'knock' Only silence, except for the marching clock The weapon still smoking; an anonymous glock WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY? Loud cries arise from the elongated table, Jack Frost is shocked, the Tooth Fairy unable To speak whilst Santa is checking the stable For clues on the erstwhile maidservant Mable WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY? They searched for hours, called in C.S.I, Panic set in, would the children all cry? Sandman confirmed the bunny had died Batman suspected somebody had lied WHO KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY? Guests were quizzed, interrogations began The mystery unfolded when Santa Claus ran, Grabbing the pies, he tried escaping in a van But was stopped in his tracks by superman SANTA KILLED THE EASTER BUNNY!
He stood bravely before me with a medal of honor in his right hand and a bandage of agony around his left knee It seemed like he had struggled to stand, his crutches lay useless on the ground I found it hard to understand why, a soldier in pain didn't even frown With a voice firm but dry his words shook me like thunder "You're now the man of this house" he uttered like a worn-out hunter quivering up my legs like a terrified mouse Drowning my mind through cold ears he passed his sincere respect and sunken tears
[The Puppeteer] The storm I see you in Caught in the race of Caïn Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui -No stronger than the void you hold within- It began with a hope, an obsession Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for -They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him -just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat [The Fall] In this Valley of morning and weeping Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart As each velvet petal falls apart Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy -sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves Is know her home, the coven of solace Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies She is alive--anew But the vapors still remain The Apocalypse is here, do we fear? Just for the death of our sins Elysia never Seemed so far away [Our Damnation] Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions We strayed far from the depths within We all lingered to his solace--lies -you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings We are nothing in this burning world of Decadence, and Failed Semblance [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach the shadows within
Look upon city once known by name, ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame, in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand, reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain; in signs that might be changing welcome, different of a man. When dawn awakes and there is no light, upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight, in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew, death would recognize. Hearts will bound to King without a Crown, why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground, is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood, new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun, don't deserve to live, not worth of the land, existence will be scattered in ashes, you will be remembered by name.
Hush little baby, sleep in peace, and know That one day will all meet, by your Side will hold you high, until that day Spread your wings, and be our Angel In the sky, even though our question Remains at why, the moment you left Tears struck our eyes, Baby boy we Hear you "Tell mommy and daddy not To cry keep me safe in your Hearts"... For my Baby nephew who lived 2hrs.
It was a home on the river we lived . It was the ghost of a young man whom had taken his own life. I still remember the vision of him walking by me with a blank stare We, as a Family of seven , moved into this river house Panoramic views right out to the river , I should mention I was home alone as a child , looking out at "The Julia Belle Swan " as she went by . Upstairs in that room as I saw a figure walking by , with very nice features , auburn hair I thought he was my older brother , a handsome young guy Then I realized the young man was not my brother , a apparition he appeared . He was not there to scare or frighten , the message I believe he wanted to shed light on, so clear. He walked right by ,then disappeared through the window, out to the River . The Ghost knew I could see him , a gift I have been given when I was a younger child of five , I had once died for a short time. I was lifted by Jesus in Heaven . Death is not for us to decide . Later in the years we moved from that home , every home we lived in had a story or a presence of its own . My Mother had told me later , a young man took his life there . Keep fighting your way through life and its despair , you are important to someone whom cares . If you feel alone and want life to end , Please pick up the phone , call anyone , call for help , call a Friend . "This is not fiction , it truly is a gift I have been given "
RHYTHM OF LIFE Good day to all the head in casket, Goodnight to the soul in silent, Hi,to my sometime to come friend. How I wish, we all can change our fate, But death will have no meaning But a sticky spade shade. Life, what a race, By sight we face, By height we attain, By age I different stage, Creating a leverage that we may not attain Before we are aged, Ending up our vision, Our mission in the ground cage. Nobody ever love to stop by, We all love to live forever, But death will never, Limited time is we the beholder. What do we call destiny and our fate? We all are in the world of common fate. One day,the writer and the reader, The beauty and the ugly, The leader and the follower, The right and wrong, The poor and the rich, The good and the bad, The cheap and the best, The gate man and the boss, The peddlers and the buyers, All will visit the yard for the cool headed, And never come back to share our experience. Life is our definition, Death is every ones meaning. Let us all dance, but dance for a while, The ground can't wait, We are only living by chance, One day our time will expire. Life and death, Beginning and end. Please tell the Mr. and Mrs. position, Mr. and Mrs. power, Mr. and Mrs. decision, Mr. and Mrs. intention That nobody will live and will not leave, That he or she will no longer be referred to as IS, But by the word WAS. As we rest a man in peace, We also will be rest in peace, Sometimes by those we think we will rest in peace. Nobody is too young and small to live, Nobody is too small and too old to die. Death, the only prize for our deal, Life a race, death the fate.
I feel as though time is slipping away, And more is gone each passing day…
"Petal nor thorn could save this rose." From "Flowers...Beautiful Flowers" This line personifies the loss of life and the harvest of flowers (roses) for a funeral. Just as loved ones are lost each day in the prime of life (any time really), the rose is taken in the height of beauty and placed atop the grave. This is in spite of the thorns which protect it. We possess the attributes of the rose as well. Yet, still we pass, regardless of benevolence or wickedness.
At one point in my life i was an artist I used to paint and draw Covering a piece of paper In beautiful colors And my art told a story The sort of story you couldn't talk about I used to go to school every day Showing up late Wasn't something I'd do But i dropped out Leaving my education behind I played the bass guitar In a band called The Nocturnal My fingers ran against that bass Pure magic The sound of the gods Setting out to destroy the world Pure Punk straight from Seattle At one point i was clean Sober and pure like a new born baby Falling further into What you now call "disapointment" Screwing up my veins with every shot of herion Killing my brain cells With every joint i smoked Clogging up my nose With every pill you could have known I used to write lyrics About my life My childhood I used to write journals The ones you read in the book that was published of me I got up on that stage every night As i was Nothing fake Nothing glamourous Only a few scars One shot of heroin Come as you are The words only speak for Themselves
Not dark here nor bright, feel so light No body, no mass I feel infinite I wonder aloud 'Is this what they call Death' Search around, can't find a glimpse of Earth No worries, no scares, find myself in bliss What next, where next, find something amiss Where is God, where am I, can't see any Recall my pains and joys, how can I think! Feel my fingers, I blink, I find myself in bed People around with wreaths, I am declared dead Moments ago, the world wrote my Epitaph Kicking alive, I rise, its my time to laugh
BYRON'S BONFIRES Byron's life was full of fire Some from passion's strong desires Some from temper, child spoiled-- Too much paper--desk embroiled But he suffered sacred fire Shelley's wretched funeral pyre On strange shores his friend succumbed Drowned so far away from home Fighting valiant-- Greeks allied Keeping paper by his side Used a fire to keep warm-- Daunting rain that did him harm After death friends burned B's words What a shock if people heard Thoughts that Byron dared to write Deeds he carried through by night Thus his words sung to the flames Protecting friends from nasty names-- Luck-charmed chimney to embrace Ash-thoughts of man so wrong defaced. Victoria Anderson-Throop 12/03/12 © Juja, Kenya Africa
Drenched all over and pupils soaked Down, this season, a nostalgic walk A storm, within, of emotions cloaked Remnant of treason remains to stalk Contemptuous breach of a covenant shared You drifted away to regal sounds Calamity befell less fortunate, spared My suffering, apparently, knows no bounds This ride, in ways, is new to find Each step drawn deeper, I deign Tears of heaven and mine, combined Abridged, somewhat, sorrows reign Sinking daylight, hopes relinquish Fading mirage intent on proving Tranquil drive allures to vanquish Keeps the undead, however, moving Each moment spent, not unremembered Each rise, and fall, is but a smother And soul, from body, is when dismembered By the side of you, will rest another Note: This can be read as a reply to "Deliverance"
they walked along weathered, carrying their guns; like the four horsemen… down to the O.K. guns blazing, bullets flying; smoke clears, the strong stand…
A smile moves across her lips She gazes at her crime A scar across her flesh and soul To haunt her for all time She'll waste away for all she cares Never stops to use her brain Doesn't care about the ones who are close All she cares about is pain She wants to be what the others expect of her Doesn't care about the self-respect for her A rose can't be a forget-me-not Can't she see what all she has got Already? Never to go back again She feels the world is at an end She will never show her grief Although she'll cry in empty streetS She'd sooner live like a desolate mole Living in fear in an empty hole Screaming silent wails alone Content to live in her mental home A final tear falls from her eye It hits the ground, it's followed by A beautiful body, mutated by hate A kind word could have stopped it, but it is too late One two many bricks in the wall in her mind Molding her demise because her heart was blind This self conscious being could never have won For she was destroyed by the beautiful ones She wouldn't fight back, wouldn't respect herself In the end, she managed only to wreck herself A rose can't be a forget-me-not Little did she know, she had all she had sought Already
Many Have Gone On Before Me… As I grow old, many I know have gone on before me. Some I didn't know. And some knew me. In our lives, there's one thing that's very certain. We don't know when we'll meet life's "final curtain." No matter how we try to look, or seek a "younger appeal." One day, old age comes, and the end of life seems real! Our lives down here, could end tomorrow! No matter how many years we may try to "borrow." God knows when the end of our lives will be! The question is: Where will you spend your eternity? You may seek all of this world's wealth and fame. But when death comes calling… It knows your name! You can go through life, and keep "pretending." But God knows when your life will be ending! He's prepared for you, a place in his eternal city. There'll be no more sorrow, pain or pity! All of the angels in heaven await your choice! Each person coming to heaven,,, They all rejoice! Jesus loves you! This is great news! His gift of salvation... Please don't refuse! Think about those who've gone on before you! And the wonderful God that always knew you! Every breath you breathe… Each step that's taken… Jesus is your only hope and secure foundation! By Jim Pemberton
Beneath this gloomy sky, I can feel the warmth of that shy sun hiding between the clouds, while sick breezes of hope ached the loneliness the dwells in the heart, mercilessly burned the only memory that's left of tomorrow, and I .. I was just trying to smell the air of the eclipsed dawn, trying to breathe what is remained to breathe till I cross the finish line. And a touch of grief brought tears to the eye, seeing the life that had been shrouded in somewhere else, oh, what have I missed! What have I missed in this cruel land! So many joys I saw that never were mine, so many pains that bruised my nights, yet I never thought they will be mine, and still I yearn for a life I believe exists in somewhere we don't know. And so I closed my eyes beneath the wings of night, departing away, forsaking my deluded dreams, burying my soul with the ashes of love and life, with all the dust of what is left behind, sleeping silently as if no one will ever know that I was here in somewhere they don't really know. "I hope you enjoy it :)" you can find all my writing at my blog website "Echoes" http://echoes19.wordpress.com/
He was graced with long life as the work he required, A present flame, aft he retired, He deepened the souls that sat before him, And made them express with written decorum. He read their assignments with special attention That challenged and called forth youth's finest rendition. He opened the door to a life well read, His students entangled in Baalat's web. Gazing back through the specularium of time One saw an intellect so immensely fine That it slightly abashed those of higher grade, His light joining their lights where others fade. Moving on one lingered a bit in the past, Still meeting challenges from his intellect, so vast. That it scarce was contained In the role for him framed. His soul now borne upon the Stygian Lake Leaves proper grammar trailing in its wake; This gentle muse vanished in the night, The curtains closed, doused the light. No need for stately obelisk oe'r his bier To greet mournful pilgrims once a year; For though he'll be long gone, The phallic symbol, he loved so, lives on.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned, for being born with you to begin, its been a long time since my last confession, I don't wont your blessing, lies and resurrection. I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith, cant stand my own kind, humble in hate, I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved, erase me from your list, buried, unmarked, graved. Abused as a child, bloodstains of a man, only shovel awaits, forgive me if you can.
Written on 21st April 2012 By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian) (This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries. I dedicate this to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary. You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start, to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart. No words or action suffice to thank you enough, You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough. Your tips, guidance opinion and advice, are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price. You can never be thanked enough, You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough. To work without you is sure as hell, In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell. To work with you is a real pleasure, Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure. You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us, You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny's bus. In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines, You execute work with precision by all means. In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see, And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree. Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare, Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care. We really appreciate your kind and generous ways, The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays. You are always there to be a part of a team, And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone's "dream". You come to my mind when I think of sharing, You come to my mind when I think of appreciating You come to my mind when I think of giving You come to my mind when I think of forgiving On this occasion would like to thank you once more, For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore. Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light, And it's because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..
W hen you go to someone's wedding H ave you done so in clothes that are unsuitable? E ver shown up for an evening out wearing shorts? R emember the times when we "dressed" for dinner? E ven now, some do so. I t isn't everyday that special things happen in our lives... S trange how inadequate we are in showing respect. T here are times when a casual attitude is not offensive. H ovever, that is for the mundane. E ach one of us makes choices with regard to events in life. R ecently, I attended the memorial for a friend's mother. E very one who was there knew that this was a somber occasion. S ome, however, did not take the time to think about their demeanor. P erhaps we have gone overboard with our "casual" attitudes. E xpectations for me are that one would come dressed for the ceremony. C asual attire and wearing baseball caps are fine at a picnic, but T hen, I was taught that social graces begin at home.
People were Many things. Strange or not People were Different and Odd and fun. People were Monsters but… That's not all People were And still are Strange and odd. People are People. For life is life. Yet not. Not is lies. Truth seeps from Every mouth Lies, lies, lies Move, move, move But somehow Lies prevail. Lies are life. Lies are death. Lies are homes. Lies are pain. Lies are truth. Yet somehow. Truth prevails. Truth is life. Truth is death. Truth is home. Truth is pain. Truth is lie. Truth is that. Lies will die. Lies will cease. Nevermore. Truth will live. Truth will be. Forever.
Way above the street lights Watching yourself die Waisting time They left you in so much pain You lost everything For so many years You pushed me out Cant describe how i feel This time im not going to watch myself cry im not going to bury myself on the inside You say you want the old me back If you want me back Your going to have to ask Nice than that
Where am I? Why is it dark? This isn't what I had in mind when I left the park… Why isn't the wind whispering…the songbirds singing? All I remember is a telephone ringing… A scream and a crash and a pain in my side… Is this what happens after one's died? I don't feel like myself, I feel wild and free, Yet I'm cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee. My whole life I've studied, and pondered, and prayed, Trying to fathom what would happen this day But now that it's here, I'm beginning to fear Maybe the afterlife's not what it appears… It's certainly not what I've been told by my preacher Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher… Is it a bad thing, or is it good? Maybe it's just not quite understood... While I was on Earth, I just couldn't wait To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate And ask him a question or query or two "What was my purpose?" "What good did I do?" "What's it all for?" "How does it all flow?" "Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?" But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And If this is Hell, then where is Ol' Satan? Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten? Am I to be left here until I am rotten? Lo and behold! what, now, can this be? Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany? Is this the magical feeling all souls receive When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve? How could I have not seen the realism? Why was I consumed in man-made idealism? This is more wondrous than all I was taught Oh, all the times I argued and fought With others, 'bout how their views were asinine Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine! Little I thought was actually correct! How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind? I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind… Wait - - What is this that I see? What is this gateway that is revealed unto me? Now a door is opened to my immortal soul I am expected now to enter my life's final goal… I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad… For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad. This is the end of my journey, I've nothing to fear, For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.
You'll only collapse and fall and tear your knees open, Shut your mouth, you cant even imagine what hell I've broken. Blood leaking from my head everyday only makes me lose my mind, You wouldn't even survive a minuet in my shoes if you were on my grind. You say you know everything about me and how to live your own life, but face it tho, every night your left alone sitting with a knife. I defeated that part in life where i have to do something for someone, walking around with my "Ex Wife" as if it were my gun. So please stop talking like you know what you got your self into, cause if i were you i would open my eyes and pray that I'm not true. So here it is, if you want to walk a bit in these shoes of mine, go ahead, But I can promise you only one thing, in the end you'll end up Dead.
< We are gathered here today to celebrate Bernadine Goerlich's life Though taken from us to soon she has now risen to be with the Lord Do not fret for greif and sorrow shall pass too Let us bow our heads and pray In thy name of the Father Son And Holy Spirit {Amen } At the tender age of 70 she lived her life to the fullest Raising a family of 10 she always had an xtra room For she loved her God family friends and her beloved pets And even heard of her always baking cakes cookies pies and italian foods She really must of had her hands full with 5 boys and 5 girls For Lord please cradle her in your everlasting arms Wash away her sins and lift her spirit to you For she has earned her wings of golden tone And now can rejoiced with her own Father and Mother In God's jubliee Kingdom Let us pray {Amen] Entry For Dr. Ram's Elegy Contest G.L. All In Loving Memory Of Mom {1934 - 2005 }
I never knew if you ever thought of me So I kept my feeling to myself so for my own selfish Reason I could keep you closer toward me. But without warning you fell for another and easily My heart was broken,yet and still I carried on with that Fake smile.Never saying I love you,never telling you my Growing feeling,before I knew it you left me alone in this World,yes in this world which was so cold and heartless. My skin grew cold when I never got to say what was always On my twisting mind. When I smile I really cried,When I laughed I really was frowning,When I would look at you looking in you eyes And knew this was a feeling of disappointment since it been one-sided Since the first time we meet but now you've gone and left me in a world Which is so cold only you made it warm enough to go on. If I only could have told you the truth would you had not been running away? My heart aches my bones break my head numb,to think I feel in love with a guy who knew only how to make me cry.Just exactly what I am I? This was our farewell even if it was all one-sided just telling you now I honestly always will love you This is for the man I loved who feel's for another....and he passed away 09/29/12 saturday....May you rest in peace Saul and come back to me soon
There's a void, now Where once a steadfast heart beat time The soul in perfect harmony with life's uncertain pulse With those who clambered eagerly in solace or in joy To scale that mighty pinnacle The Rock, within the bosom of the family There's a void, now But marvel at the structure, the firmness of the ground beneath The strata richly layered with wisdom of generations past A fault free seam constructing firm foundations Binding those within the bosom of the family There's a void, now A hollow cavern echoing the anger and the pain Trust time; it has no fear of finite elements The source of unremitting pain Within the bosom of the family There's a void, now So fill the emptiness and catalogue the memories Harvesting the richness of their meaning The fullness of the seed sown long ago To bloom forever within the bosom of the family
Cigarettes are gross. They can really kill you too Dead. Gone. Forever
MY LAST BREATHE !!! U have gone too far indeed But My love for U still possess the same creed U were the one to grow in Me the love seed Which grown into a beautiful plant breed U were the one who did a great deed To change My life and give it a new lead U were the one who provided the care I need By facing the problems which M required to be freed U took burden of keeping Me away from unwanted weed And in turn just wanted My love as a feed Won't forgive U God for the tears I bleed U took her away from Me, against my plead Dear, I would always preserve Ur memories and love beneath A sheath And would love U always until I breathe MY LAST BREATHE !!! --------YASHU
Graves of old, like blistering souls do hesitantly stare While tears like reflective mirrors crawl down my cheek so fair Hardly are these bodies buried, but merely gently carried... to Your heart: up there I ask myself in loneliness, "Can" You relive them again? The question still addressed, "we" can forever cry, my Friend For love omits a flame of hope, "let" no one with loss have fear Only allow You to envelope "them" with streams of your heavenly tear With Your power let the dead "Rest" and let us live ones too! Remove the fear and the dread "in" the souls of the living that rue Tell me, will our hearts find "peace?" ...will the Grieving Process cease? Written by Laura Elizabeth Breidenthal For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's MIDDLE OF THE ROAD Poetry Contest <3
Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional
I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. News of another massacre darkens my eyes Winds are thirsty there. They continue to taste the young blood. I groom myself with exquisite things, Sipping ice tea in ac room, I comfort myself And Kashmir burns. Kashmir set ablaze I can smell the warm blood of beaten corpse Where from winds bought this smell. Somewhere Karbala reborn. Mosques are being slammed There windows stoned. And the black boots leave their footprints on Mimber Even God judges on evidence There is one Imaam left now; he hides her daughters in his shadow A blunt knife in his hands; soon he will sacrifice them to keep their innocence Kashmir is burning. Kashmir is bleeding And I write. Army jeep chases the tracks. To find the associated bodies They are alive now. Soon they will be dead From Patan to Sopor, And in narrow passages of nostalgic downtown Ghosts of curfew Haunt the houses for young souls. From the Kupwara cantonments, search lights chase emptiness Nothing is left now. Search lights can't see inside the graves A boy there went missing for two days. His father starts digging his grave. I put my earphones on and I close my eyes. I sleep While my Kashmir is ablaze "It's me poor farmer's son. Kupwara's charm, I feel no pain". I see him so alive in my dreams. He chants songs of Mahjoor from his burnt lips. My hands shiver. He has no finger nails. I see his smoke tanned skin. Same as that of Khayam's barbeques He stands at a distance from me. I can still smell kerosene "Tell my mother to let her heart become cold. Her heart will not bear my state. Tell my mother to let her eyes become blind. Her eyes will not withstand my sight." I follow him towards his tortured body. He tells me to follow the spilled blood. His blood has made its own Jhelum. I row on it. Until it gets lost in black boots The story will turn into legend. I find his body no more. On the streets silence prevails. Nobody has permission to wail. Sisters are beatifying coffins while brothers look for stones. For bullets there will be stones Kashmir is ablaze. She is wailing in grotesque tones. In Lal Ded hospital a new born cries: Father register me at cantonment then take me out Death is recruiting in dozens at a time. Tomorrow is curfew. Death has no curfew pass. How they want to identity you. Becomes your identity People burn up all you identity cards.
Today we buried my angel In her Sunday dress Eyes and hearts fell She now lies in Earth's caress Her stolen tomorrow Sprouts wings of glory We celebrate without sorrow A short yet beautiful life story She heard the Heavens call Bravely accepting the request "Death makes angels of us all" The words of her last breath Today we buried my angel In the bosom of the land A smile lights the chapel She now holds her mother's hand
From a three-sided angle Astrological purpose is unmangled Triangle on top Square on the bottom Bright halo around God Our tears fill His bottle A Pyramid is a monument to death A Tabernacle of wealth Which comes into effect When there's no longer breath Is it mourning or celebration in stealth Beyond Technology Architectural prophecy Geometrical philosophy The place where Kings and Queens lay Buried on a sun-disk Dedicated to Day The final form to decay Hands form this shape When they're positioned to pray.
A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt, Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture, Tonight was meant to be All Behold This Tragedy ran by Dark Energy, My Lost Lover's Plea A seed of what is to come, In this starcrossed Tragedy, For I can not live without you, My Pyramus, All I need, My reason to Breathe One sight of me bleeding away from reality, started this tragedy and with me It shall Grow The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy A Star traveling across the moonless Night Sky, In the mid-summer of Verona, Fell from her glorious light, I have lost my guide, My need for Life Every balcony I'll climb for you, Just to Caress you once more But now it is too Late, My Juilet Let the Poison Fill me My Body dyed In silence, Dipped in Paralysis, Forging the Will of God, Feigning the Clutches of Death, My Romeo I prithee to you, See past The Illusion, Caught in the Webs of Love's delusion A Dagger reached my heart once To see you martyr for our love A Dagger reached my heart twice The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy Once the Morning Retired from her weeping The sun shined into her eyes, then his Lifeless, their dream will live on Every Petal will be Avenged The Pain wasn't enough for me, To Live on with me Love without consequence, The Damned Saint, The Angelic Demon The Darkness of the Sea, Carries away with me, In this Starcrossed Tragedy
The Aphotic rays reach higher And shame, shade reigns over all Lacuna, Apathy is all I feel as I fall into the ashed grave I'm living, the slowest way to die Elysia, rapture where are you now What will I do when the flame is extinguished What will I do when I drown in ash What will I do when they sing my name in funeral dirges How can this be all, one short organic vitality Scares to die, but afraid of a new day Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day Will I Ressructe to Paradise, burn in Hell, or lay in Sheol Is this a there is, one feather, to the dirge My life so long - my suffering grows Scared to die, but so afraid of a new day In all of the ashes, a flame begins Once again, here I am Living, the slowest way to die
The braeþ of lyf -- I've Learned to fear Though, ta'en it was, so long sinsyne I've wroot my song of skreighs He tore the lyf out of me In sooth did she speke this to me - Cassandra was she to me Wistful - I am no bride to be Wistful - is this soliloquy of skreighs I cede to thee, deathly colleen Though remains - façades of humanity Angel kind - wicce of my welkin dreams Casted by the lote of she Ta'en the hollow Herefro way - ne'er! Caught with twain W'ie or swain Angel dearest so fair - love does not share Seemed a crux, when eath is lone I rose for thee - cede all of thy love to me Or was this not meant to be Eros's deceit So wistful - corpse bride I remain to be
The pines, they sadly sway the same, softly whispering your name. Your voice echoing through the trees, with every warm subtle breeze. The oaks bear an open pallet to etch, years of love and laughter I sketch. Your scent airing amongst the leaves, in me you loved, always believed. The maples crying, telling the time, of past adornment, yours and mine. Your laughter fills the branches end, my heart is weeping, unable to mend. The evergreen frowns, wipes the tears, as the face of the mourning does appear. Your pride it resonates through the air, promoting support, you always cared. Grandpa I'll miss you every single day, I know why you left, why you couldn't stay. I know when I walk through the forest trail, the pines, oaks and maples, will tell our tale.
You came unexpectedly, and i was surprised, you smiled and placed your hand on the glass and cried. I leaned my head against the glass and told you i am sorry, i whisper through the phone line, ill start a new story. You knew i was innocent but you still didn't believe me, the only person i thought that would stay by my side but you couldn't be. Mom standing by your side and not wanting to talk, i got really upset that you came at all cause i didn't want to see you walk. I needed you, when i was in need, i was there for you when ever you didn't want to bleed. I loved you and i cherished you with all my heart, but before you left your words hit me like a really sharp dart. You said i failed you, you cried to me and i knew it was true. But i needed you to understand me, but you went your way and upset me. The glass is now empty and i cant find you even with the fact that I'm out, i tell you i love you but all you do is shout. I've lost you for good this time, so i think i have to do one more crime.
Jump up and down like a jackrabbit running through meadows running from what? Could it be heartbreak, a venemous snake that hides in the grass, hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday life? Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now! I need a vacation a long way away from the faceless smiles and ignorance of young girls, who don't look at you, who don't show you love and respect. Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye now, as jumping spiders hop everywhere, crawling eight legs around me my soul black like carcoal, but my heart still beating slower this time, not like the days before and like the jackrabbit running from anything and everything, I run to seek love and vanish away from the empty voids that people call, their souls. Recording a film with no tape, talking to a woman you love, but not having the guts to tell her how you really feel Jump my boy, like a jackrabbit, take my advice tell her before she leaves turns down the endless avenues of endless dark love the trees grow taller, taller than you and you sit there feeling away yourself die, missing out in life. I cannot see you lose your love. Say it, say it, Say it!!! Tell her! Tell her! Build the guts up! Build up the courage, tell her how you feel. Take her by the hand and never say goodbye! Never say goodnight, stay with her till the flight comes in the morning of the first rays of sun shine through your dorm room take her and love her! Do not be like me, the jackrabbit! I see no happiness Reading poetry it makes me sad, to write of others falling in love and I never finding the one. People tell me, you'll find yours, have hope but I am a frightened little jackrabbit who flees from sounds of deep emotions, not having courage to fall in love, not building the guts up to tell her how I really feel. She walks alone, I find my oppertunity and sing my love song She smiles and moves on, please tell me I cannot fight anymore. All I have to say is Goodbye, Goodbye, Goodbye I need a vacation to go to some sandy beach on an island of love and write and write and write, the same poetry that depresses me but makes you all fall in love with words! Fiction about love stories, please kiss me Blue eyed death comes, plays a game of chess with me I bet twenty, he bets my soul Kiss me death, the only love I'll ever get, besides my poet friends who kiss my ass Listen to my heart, truely, I don't write of beauty I write for the sorrow soul, the fleeing jackrabbit running away from love.....
Slaughter in Syria by the pound The rebels take their place under ground Shell shocked children in a school of fire Assad revels in his twisted desire. The armies of the Bear unleash their goods Assad taking his anger to the neighborhoods. A world in sorrow a place of death the people of Syria take their last breath. The world is a stage in a tyrannical flood the smell of death the rivers of blood. The flight from horror is a fanciful dream for the people of Syria nights filled with screams. The leaders of tomorrow should now take heed for the rebel in the streets are a different breed. They die for their country they die for what's right they cry out for their freedom to the Heavenly light. What will be the outcome in a future so bleak ? for peace and love is all they seek . By Larry Hays
We clad ourselves in colors as we march, saluting independence through a foggy dream; gazing at the night alight with flashes, sparkles, and firefly screams. Rockets made in China, cascade/ to the backdrop of the Star Spangled Banner; a flutter to the wind blown flags made in Brazil and "I Love America Pins" upon our lapel; (made in Mexico). We stand on oceanfront (it's owned by France) gazing 'pon the open sea, the port is owned by Saudis/ but at least we stand here free. Our hands steadfast upon our chest, saluting whichever freedoms still remain, those freedoms, their going fast; and they'll disappear one day. We gaze into the abyss of night, the twinkling tears that kiss our cheek, immersing ourselves in awe of moment, before it fades our dreams to sleep. We stand enamored with this land, the love that lurks within our hearts, we celebrate this love/ ...in part; fore tomorrow, standing is banned.
From ashes she rises, absolving cleansing, face, hands, feet. Four months, Ten days, She mourns. She weeps. She clothes herself now in an adornment of white bowing privately, praying fervently, as bitter fumes of acetone seep beneath the door. Her source is god. Her destination is god. She pleads with god now for peace As men mix and pour A holocaust Just outside her door. Her sisters wail. They bathe her lifeless arms And shroud her as Iris Albicans- Exotic, Fragile, Pure. The imam, he stands, Praying silently As men convey her towards Mecca. From ashes to ashes And dust to dust. From ashes to ashes And dust to dust.
Im gone, im leaving now, Taking one last breath I remember my vow. You holding my hand so gently, Your tears falling, and kissing my lips so greatly. I look into your eyes while my life flashes before my eyes, My hand on my heart feeling the way it dies. I manage to squeeze one last request out of my depth, I take you hand and tell you to take the next step.
Why we always look away From what our eyes desire to see? Then we think 'I should have…' We look back And we can't see It walked away - We let it be Why it always walks away When we want to give a try? We look back every day And we pray for one last stand Then we think back in regret 'Why i hadn't…' Each time we cry One day we will forget- The day when we die
The pain of change as it unfolds Is oft a tale that stays untold What is seen is a whole creature not deep holes in the feature nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt It all begins with a soft kiss He is walking with a false bliss Only following in paw prints But the nature of mom's lips Is to rob him of all innocence Trapped in warm spindles of fear A wrapped life form kindles in here Four years bound to shingles of moss Time to leave this life of sloths Break free like that of a moth and Rise again like Christ on the cross
cemetery resting place family gather around many bitter sweet memories silence
I stumble upon a river the way it flows and feels I take my shoes off and run threw it laughing looking up towards the sun I wake up and it was all just a dream my sister runs up the stairs she slams her door i asked her what was wrong she looked at me She says "mom told me you were adopted" at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch "mom?" i say she replies "its true we adopted you!" she got up and walked into the kitchen "after all this time i thought i was yours" i say My father gets up and walks out the door My mom lays her hand on her forhead Just dont worry about it everything will be okay "No it wont i say" i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing my whole life and who i should have been I packed my bags that light and i ran away leaving the less important things behind i set out on a journey to find my real parents I had my sister get there info. from my dads office I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address As soon as i found it i knocked on the door A man opened the door he said "who are you?" i say "apparently i am your son?!" "you put me up for adoption?" i repeat He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!" i repeat the story to her as she denied it She looked bruised and beaten up I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face I had no where to go now So i started on a journey back home But i never made it there I found that old river i use to go too i stayed there for a few weeks until i remembered the way back. I found myself that day I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them
I was not there for the date on the right of the stone That's just the reason I'm wearing this suit I was not there for the date on the left of the stone That was before my life had even taken root I was there today with a tear in my eyes To honor the dash between those two dates For that small line on your headstone represents all Your living, your risking, your loving... So great! I love you and our earthly separation will never change that! 3-4-14
Someday at any time I could be gone… When it happens don't you dare be sad? I am saved and living in God's great beyond, Enjoying the best times that I've ever had. Now I hope to be caught up into the cloud, However God's timing and planning are right, To be adjoined with all the redeemed crowd, So take up the mantle and against satan fight. The battle will not be over till the devil's in hell, If you are not born again I'd encourage you to be, Be a watchman till Jesus makes all things well, So your soul too can be made eternally free. Remember my wife, sons, daughters, whom I love, The rest of my family, friends, all of those who care, Outside of grace you were my treasure from above, Life was wonderful, I am so glad we got to share. Now as I bring this poem of eulogy to a close, All my sufferings are over with pains all gone, It's okay to cry over my death but a party I propose, For on satan I have the last laugh my journey's done. Pr 27:1 - Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.
********* Doe's things' seem strange Not what they used to be Well... This is for the first time The first time in History ------ Doe's things' seem slow While a bestselling economy Just doe's not grow' Everything is a shroud In mystery... And everyone must know... ------ It is time It is time one may say For a One World Government To save the day' -------- But, their is one thing That I would like to say And that is that Except... By the Blood of Jesus Things' wouldn't be this way -------- What We really don't need Is a new government What we do need Is a New Covenant' A Covenant' With ' GOD ' -------- Did anyone think Of the way That it should be To dwell in the House of the Lord For all Eternity... To be with the Prince of King' To be with the Almighty With-in the Kingdom of ' GOD ' Where He has already prepared A place for you and me...
They said her time had come No place to run No place to hide No time for fun Just an empty vessel inside Going through the motions Numb. Overwhelming emotions They said her time had come They said her time had come Evil coats She wants to run She desires to have fun Not understanding why she can not play It is now the month of May Another denial letter Another denial to get better They said her time had come They said her time had come Why such looks of sorrow? She doesn't understand For there is always tomorrow Evil coats She takes a breath Smelling all of the flowers No place to hide Now literally an empty vessel inside They said her time had come Her time had come Her bald head Just four years old She looks to comfort from her mom and dad Why do they look so sad? Evil coats drag them away She never got that chance to go out and play Beep. Beep. Beeep.. Bleeeeep….. The room floods with long white coats Now to heaven this little girl floats Her time had come They said her time had come She was just a name No money, undeserving of fame Easy for her to be denied If only the suits had looked her in the eyes Who is to blame? Sent to the free clinic Now dead at four No insurance Ooops! What a shame… She could have been saved Now two parents at her grave Once a happy family, now destroyed Because THEY said her time had come
the sky is crying... souls, climbing the rain's ladder, try to find the sun... grief sweeps slowly with its hand the eyes of those who still are...
We aborted the Christ a long time ago What with the successive thousands of gentle fetuses strangled. Stop stop! Why lament? Let not the wind be rankled By thy silly bleats and unbaked ego. Thee killed the Christ Thee impeded his coming. Thee cruel beast flaked with lies O thee daughters of Jezebel's sinning! Thee killed him, that young Christ in thy womb That lamb sent down to our sins loom. What did so meek a lamb do to thee, predators? What vice did he depict, O executors? There, thee shake those cursed heads of thine. That lamb committed none, but thee went for its throat. When thee felt it kick in glee in thee Thee hastened in terror for that mountain yonder Where thee crucified him still like done on Golgotha, Fronted by those lascivious Romans in their creel. Those Romans were of a less cruel breed For I watched thee in triple trepidation murder the Christ. I peeped as thy hands pulled it forth from its manger While that stiletto went cutting and shredding and beheading its soft cord. I watched thee squash its throat: A young lamb that has neither learned to kick nor croak Nor mastered the humanness of weeping. I watched thee young Jezebel, thee came stabbing. And stabbing. And cursing. I watched thee as the sun set in the East While darkness fell speedily from the mist as the sun hid its head in fatal shame, While thee with the stealth of Lucifer Cast that messenger from the heavens two feet below And again cursed it to the bowels of hell.
You take life from the deserving, Strip strong women bare; Tear a hole inside us, Til we fear what might be there; The lives you take are precious, Though you discard them without thought, Regardless of who they were, You leave them all to rot; You make us fear our bodies, That which we should be proud; Brilliant and beautiful women, You leave off feeling cowed; The disease you spread destroys us, Cuts out our hearts and souls, But the worse thing that you could do, Is leave us feeling un-whole… Tirzah Conway ~To Christina, she fell while fighting the Cancer battle~
It was another beautiful morning in the city , Workers looking radiant as always People strolling , Cars horning as pedestrians throttled along the Zebra crossing The subway was crowded with the smell of early morning rush and sweat Little did they know that there was a shadow lurking behind the bright sun The announcer's voice towered over sound of luggage's being dragged Flight attendants smartly dressed hurried towards the boarding gates Passengers sat patiently at the lounge, awaiting the call of the day How could they have known that today will change their very lives Nineteen bearded men dressed in polo shirts scattered amidst the crowd Each missing the silky feel of their long white robes and heavily woven turban As they try to fit in with their newly bought Jeans and Sky blue snickers They knew what was about to happen, their lives was fading as the clock ticked People going about their work and children being dragged to school It was the ninth hour of the Mane , The plane heading for a wrong land Passengers struggled for their lives, calling their loved ones for the last time They saw the rage lurking in their eyes, the clothing couldn't hide the evil A Woman standing in the office, talking to her fiancé on the phone As she stared out the spotless white glass, she saw it heading her way She couldn't mutter a word as her fiancé called out on the other end Not a step could she take as the wall crashed on her, it was clearly too late Buildings tumbling down the great heights, fire flying through the sky Bodies rolling through the sky like the brutal fall of strong rain in spring Oh what a sorry sight for a blind man, oh what a poison for the soul Some watched with great tears, they could do nothing to save a life Deadly cry of babies filled everywhere, smell of blood saturating the air Heads missing the body buried under the crumbs of the fallen bricks Some puffing out the last breath in them, hanging on for the very last time Thunders of sadness roared everywhere, Mourning voices everywhere So many lives were lost along with Nineteen men who thought it as fate Not a year passes that we do not weep, for the lost souls of this day The brave hearts that left us , even at the face of death some struggled They linger forever in our hearts, as their thoughts dwell within us.
As I look at the whites of your eyes I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me. I grind my teeth together when I see you walking. I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand. I'v always feared you, but no more. The fear I had of you I turned it into courage. Now I no longer fear you. I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout. Cuz the only thing I see you as... Is a dead man walking. And now your in the ground where you belong. ( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)
Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Are the Lies held worth it in time Only embracing The Veil of Logic The Truth is cast into shade where all vices are soon to be made For all of our dreams and dramaticies The Destruction Star poisons seas Far from This Galaxy among the stars I can see myself, And The One I've became Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night Caught in our lust, of forgetting trust I wonder can we break free of bound forever in the clutches of Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Who's desperate For Love Who's desperate For Light yet wallows in Blight and chooses to wait--forevermore The wait in Summer--An Eternity Lilith's Love Eden's Heart Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night We don't chose what's right I can't believe we are able to see this far Crawling in Shadows Never will breath find it's light Escape the tort of our avarice world Defy the ones who shift the blame Deter the decadence forgetting shame Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind Search harder and then you'll find The Land of Sophia Dwelling past are needs Swirling around our bare minds Our wants polluting out sight the Land of Sophia is lost at night **Mark Jansen, Guitarist, Male Vocals, and main songwriter of Epica**
I let you die for my name As you reached for my hands Out of waters of drowning What a hypocrite this writer is The Hatred of Solitude Letting an orphan dream Then destroy him with knowledge Of what you have done He opened up to you In new ways But in nostalgic guises The springwinds whisper blithe yore But the winterwinds, much stronger Caress you with the dreams of your funeral sky "It was you… it was your fault… Letting the one who was so open to you Be the laugh… the piece in the game…"
"In lieu of flowers", the obituary read, "please donate to a worthy cause." But when I thought about how she loved her garden, I really had to take a moment and pause. I know her daughters meant no harm, they just didn't want to deal with the mess; Having just flown in from out of town, solely to put their poor mother to rest. But throughout the years I watched that dear labor in her garden all day; More than once or twice my house was blessed with the fragrance from one of her bouquets. "In lieu of flowers" – are you kidding me! "In lieu of flowers" – yeah, just wait and see. Her daughters arrived at the funeral home, not really expecting much of a crowd; I walked right in and introduced myself, probably talking a bit too loud. "I'm your mother's neighbor, the eligible bachelor; she may have mentioned my name. She loved to tell me about you two – too bad you never came." About that time the truck arrived and they started unloading the back; Flowers and wreaths of every kind in every imaginable color but black. "Oh goodness sake!" "What's all this!" "And where did they all come from?!" "Oh don't worry girls – they're all from me. And, they're for your wonderful Mom." That funeral home was overflowing, with roses and pansies and mums; Tulips and daisies; carnations and lilies; orchids of every kind. There were snapdragons, Mona Lisas and delphinium; Dianthus, lisianthus and mathiola amongst them. The girls were shocked, that was plain to see, They didn't know what to do, But their mother was happy, Smiling down on me, That much I know is true. By Joe Flach for the "Flowers" contest. Okay, so it's a free verse that rhymes, I didn't mean to make it rhyme, it just sort of happened that way!
I choose to be thankful Not to be sad For all of the wonderful Years that we had You gave me a smile That no one can steal You gave me a purpose In life that was real You gave me a blessing Like no other could When I was confused You understood You gave me much more Than I could ever repay God put peace in my heart When He called you away Though I stand by your grave I'll not shed a tear I'll always be thankful Because you were here
MUM ... WHERE DO I START? I DON'T THINK THERE IS WORDS , TO EXPLAIN HOW I AM FEELING ABOUT THE LOSS OF YOU... BUT I WILL USE ALL THE STRENGTH YOU HAVE GIVEN TO ME , SO I CAN GET THESE FINAL WORDS OUT THE GUILT , SADNESS AND REGRET FROM NOT SEEING YOU LIKE I WANTED TO SO ****ING MUCH , THEN THE PAIN OF NOT HAVING A CHANCE TO SAY "GOODBYE" TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL MOTHER COULD WANT, AND YES MUM I'M TALKING ABOUT YOUTO HOLD YOUR HAND, TO SEE YOU SMILE , TO HEAR YOUR VOICE, WOULD MAKE MY LIFE MORE WORTHWHILE. YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE, BUT YOU NEVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO LIVE WITHOUT YOU I MISS YOU SO SO MUCH MUM, BUT THE LOVE IN MY HEART FOR YOU , WILL MAKE SURE YOUR LIFE , LOVE , WARMTH AND TOUCH , WILL LIVE ON FOREVER , IN ME I KNOW THAT YOU CHANGED ME , JUST FROM YOUR PRESENCE...THATS'S HOW STRONG YOU WERE MUM I KNOW YOU HAVEN'T LEFT ME , FOR THE LOVE IN MY HEART REMAINS , YOU WILL NEVER HAVE TO SUFFER AND YOUR BODY WILL FEEL NO PAIN...... GOD TOOK YOUR HAND , AND MADE US PART , HE CLOSED YOUR EYES , AND BROKE MY HEART ....FOR ALL THE TIMES WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER, I WILL NEVER FORGET YOUR FACE. THERE IS NO MOTHER ANYWHERE LIKE YOU, NO ONE COULD TAKE YOUR PLACE. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN YOU WERE LEAVING, I GUESS I EXPECTED YOU TO FOREVER LAST, ALL OF THE DREAMS OF US IN THE FUTURE, ARE NOW BUT MEMORIES OF THE PAST. GOD TAPPED YOU ON THE SHOULDER, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW, THAT YOU WERE GOING WITH HIM, TO THE SKY SO BEAUTIFUL BLUE. ALTHOUGH I MAY NEVER SEE YOU MUM, ARJAY WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE, HE'S GONNA HOLD YOUR HAND, AND LEAD THE WAY, FOR HE WILL BE YOUR GUIDE..... I LOVE YOU MY MOTHER..... DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU UNDERSTAND, DON'T TELL ME THAT YOU KNOW, DON'T TELL ME THAT I WILL SURVIVE, HOW I WILL SURELY GROW. DON'T TELL ME THIS IS JUST A TEST, THAT I AM TRULY BLESSED, THAT I AM CHOSEN FOR THIS TASK, APART FROM ALL THE REST. DON'T COME AT ME WITH ANSWERS THAT CAN ONLY COME FROM ME, DON'T TELL ME HOW MY GRIEF WILL PASS, THAT I WILL SOON BE FREE. DON'T STAND IN PIOUS JUDGMENT OF THE BONDS I MUST UNTIE, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO SUFFER, DON'T TELL ME HOW TO CRY. MY LIFE IS FILLED WITH SELFISHNESS, MY PAIN IS ALL I SEE, BUT I NEED YOU, I NEED YOU YOUR LOVE UNCONDITONALLY. ACCEPCT ME IN MY UPS AND DOWNS, I NEED SOMEONE TO SHARE, JUST TO HOLD MY HAND AND LET ME CRY, AND SAY, MY FRIEND I REALLY DO CARE Mom you mean the world to me It's hard to live without you ,You were always by my side Through thick and thin you helped me
Weeping endures but for a time You left me With a hole in my heart Where your spirit blows through Creating such a draft My arms are empty too I try hugging the wind It doesn't embrace me Or keep me warm Or wipe away The continual leaking From my eyes Or clear the mist from the windows Of my soul I yearn for the sunshine Of your smile The warmth of those tender moments Spring birthed in us The ability to hear Birds sing more beautifully Flowers bloom more colorfully Our love painted everything Wonderful Then you left my side Suddenly Winters bitter wind arrived Leaving emptiness and Cold, cold days and nights And vast empty space They say on cold dark nights The stars shine more brightly But although stark with its own beauty Icy space can also freeze the heart I stare at a cross With your name engraved Dated with reminders of when Reminding me of how long we had The sky is fading Telling me how short Time is The overcast sky reminds me There are Sad times in life But behind cloudy skies The sun is warm and bright Better days will come And we shall meet again Beyond the blue, blue skies Where Joy is paramount And where tears are wiped away. © Brenda V Northeast
< >when my body retires and my strength is no more when you can not talk to me like we used to this when i die do not visit my grave and cry come and celebrate my life sing melodious songs wear your best outfits and share them jokes wear them heels ladies just do not visit my grave and cry i live a happy life that i love so dearly through thick and thin i dare not to drop a tear my faith overcomes my fear i smile more than i sigh celebrate my life dear friends do not visit my grave and cry remember me for my voice my love and kindness remember me for my love of wine my fun personality and my craziness this is how i must be remembered just dont come to my grave and cry your cries will scare my angels your mourning will never bring me back your witch hunt will cost you money shoot me some pool please do not visit my grave and cry
Arguing with one another Texting back and forth Owen drives in the blizzard Kurt is at home Kurt sends Owen another message "why did you tell them about me doing drugs?" "that wasnt your place, i dont care if there your parents too" "shouldnt i be the one to tell them?" Owen tries to reply to the message Kurt has sent him He loses control of the wheel driving into a field Kurt recieves a message from Owen "Im sorry I..." The message was never finished The car slamming into a tree The tree branch breaks through the window Thrashing into Owens stomach As Owens head slams back and forth The car is left smoking Kurt knows something is wrong but leaves things be 50 Minutes Later...." Kurt and Owen's parent recieve a call from the police "Is this the parent of Owen Everdeen?" the police ask the mother answers "yes is something wrong? is it Owen, what did he do now?" "Mam', Your son was in a accident, they are life flighting him to the hospital" She drops the phone, and grabs her purse and yells at Kurt to come on. She drives fast to get to the hospital to see her son Owen was life flighted to the hospital The police had to use the jaws of life to get him out of his car They finally make it to the hospital The Dr. asking "Are you the mother of Owen?" She cries "yes, where is my son?" Kurt stands upset at himself for fighting with Owen minutes before Remembering Owens last text to him. "im sorry I.." The Dr. explains to the mother "Owen didnt make it" She sits in sadness Numbness She cannot breathe Kurt runs after the Dr. "this cant be, he has to be ok" as he starts to cry. Just the night before him and his brother Were playing guitar hero together Remembering the last moment The arguing The reqruet Kurt is now feeling "Owen Ryan Everdeen: Jan. 1st, 1990- December 8th, 2011" To a good brother and a great friend, im sorry about all those times i have let you down Im sorry for yelling at you that night, and causing your crash, the guilt i feel wont leave I am sorry that you went through that, and left this world that way, forgive me for what i have caused. I love you.
Its sad to see someone you know and love in a hospital bed, Its sad to see them hanging on to there life by a thread. You begin to wonder, someday that's going to be me laying here, But than you noticed that you loved through so much you'll go away without fear. Seeing an old man on his death bed is a sore sight, Praying and wishing he comes out alive and ready to fight. You begin counting down your own days to live, Thinking about if there is anything else you would like to give. I been dying for a while now and still in counting of my short days, I know I can drop at any moment, but it only seems like I lived in a hais. Who's going to remember me when im gone, People will being saying look at what he has done, A monster in discise I will leave this retched planet, My body barried seven feet deep not six like everyone has done it. To be further away from everyone they will burry me this deep, Everyone will be free from this monsterish evil creep.
Darkness is like my mirror Shattered like blackened glass Reflecting broken bits of me As hours, days and years go past Darkness is like a fiery mess Endless, cold and without mercy Coals and ashes, shriveled up Tomorrow remains unseen Light seems to burn my world From the dullest of all dull candles Like touching a golden ember Its splendour you cannot handle Darkness is a force of life The only one I've ever known I'm scared of what I do not know And what I do not understand Darkness is like an old friend Lingering, forever remembered The darkest of all my days were bright From you my light emerged I cannot think of a time well spent That didn't include you in it A world so unforgiving One in which we did not fit Darkness is a battle Not to be won but only to lose You fight for everything you love And get defeated at the time they choose Darkness is a house Standing alone and desolate No one wants to live there Doing so fills them with hate Blackness is a colour A shade of the darkest emotion The feeling you get when you feel empty Just going through the motions Black is endless and cold And all I've ever known But I cannot tear myself away For fond of it I've grown
The Last Ride – Zamreen Zarook God gave us the life with much prosper, Never to take this opportunity as cheaper, No point of storing wealth in a crisper, Increase your morals and attitudes as a creeper. When the time comes for the departure, Every moments will be an adventure, No time to think on agriculture, No mood to go for architecture. Wealth, that we said "mine" will be moving away, Family that we called "mine" will be waving away, Designations that we had "I am" will be thrown away, At last the body is taken and buried away. Alexander's hands were out when he was buried, Which says the world, nothing accompanied, Good deeds and merits that we earn, only to be carried, So let's lead a life that to be copied.
A lovely lady; Growing inside, a new life. A man in a tux. Another bell rings now. Final grades, balanced college offers, Off to another adventure. Damp ground, headstones. Growing inside, a new life, Done with their adventures. -Caroline Youngless
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? I can sence her embrace that feels like Tragedy A heart to have, slipped beneath the waves The dark pulse now beckons us closer How many days will this passion bleed away? We will be the ones left to blame Beware we've become their prey They say you're addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper too close to the edge A call from the dark Brings out a saving spark An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? "My Decadence was just for you Though you'd never care what I've been through Enter the world were empathy is clandestine A world created by you, just for me What's Lying in my heart is why You want to through the stone" I call your name towards nightfall's reign But they take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by Eden's heart I will avenge every tear An Exodus from her Pain Her Life Spent breathing in Shame A Shadow Call breaks the Silence Am I the one to blame? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone? Don't you know Deirdre's gone?
Please don't They are angry At us for deceiving Wounded We're left in this cold alley Thrown like dog's Im waiting for the right time But my pulse is not going so fast as when they were here Because of a religion im a target Because i want to be myself They want me And my beloved Please tell me your ok Tell me is over now All she asked me My self with frozen tears falling down Answered A little bit longer and we are gonna be in heaven She said i am lying I said Sometimes truth is hidden between lies She want's me to hold her tight But we must play dead until every one else die I asked her back Do you remember? When We met each other Playing dead with the dogs She said back I do And look at us now Playing dead again with death by the side I told her there how much i loved her She stood quiet After long seconds she said with her trembling voice Me too Snow is cold Heart is not strong I told her to focus It was gonna be over soon Then she said repeated i love you Then i stood quiet I was gonna say love you too When a soldier jumped at us and started shooting at the dead bodies I looked at her pretty eyes Her frozen lips i say the move and i spelled "I Love You" Right there bullets got her Her blood was every were The soldier wasted all his bullets Then he left My cried there But the cold didn't my tears fall Frozen Two nights later The invasion was over I was able to stop playing dead I ran to her body And hug it tight Saying sorry and repeating i love you hundreds of times For that time the sun shined bright on that solo tunnel I looked at the sun with fear And asked why did she left... She promise me before they came here she wasn't gonna die Not with my son inside Then tears broke from my eyes like a river Two lives in one How can that embrace my life Then i stood up and walked away Leaving behind The note i never lend to her... Note: My love, much time have passed since last time, i am most certain i haven't called either send a picture of me, but everything is fine, hope you are too, by the way i wanted to remind you how much and how strong i love you, i promise one thing, I will not die, you will see me one more time, a time that will cut forever, hope the sun is burning bright there, i heard snow is bad, i will come back home in 6 days, ti'll then put your love on the pocket, i'll be back home darling... Much Love, your Husband Wes Ortiz
When my heart is caving in and I feel all alone, I wake up in the morning so far away from home. When my soul is crying out and I feel like I'm lost, I'll hold my head up proud so I will pay the cost. So life won't pass me by, I'll live while I can. Make the best of days gone by, wish I could hold in my hands, my magnolias crying in the rain. Wish I could catch the drops that fall. Instead I remain so far away from home. When I'm crying out for life, I'll hold my dreams I have in store. Even though it seems I can't get my foot in the door. And though I'll pay the price, because I've sacrificed. Soon I'll return again one day, under Louisiana blue sky, just so I could hold my, magnolias crying in the rain. Wish I could catch the drops that fall, but instead I remain far away from home. You gave me your hand to hold. You kept me warm when I was cold. So when my dreams unfold, I'll be back to hold, my magnolias crying in the rain, so I can catch the drops that fall, and no longer remain, so far away from home.
I stare into the rays of the sunrise reminiscing on the events that take place in life, There can be so much pain with very little time to do what can be desired in life. That is why we must live our lives to the fullest like our loves ones did before they went home, Take their wisdom and lessons to succeed and make life our own. I think back on how me and my grandfather re-connected and it seemed like I never was away, We could sit and talk when I visited as if we never missed a day. He once told me, "Darius, being a man isn't about doing what you think a man should do, it's about doing whats right and being the real man God tells you to be." He shocked me but that is when I realized he could see the man I am destined to be. Life goes on as we mourn for the fallen but we mustn't forget that their life wasn't built with sin. Joy is what we should express for them because we shall see them again. We are all sad...some of us even close to losing our minds, But no matter what happens he will be in our hearts reminding us all of the good times. As we continue our lives he will be watching from a far, Guiding us...protecting us...as if he's our own personal northern star. The night can be unkind to even the mightiest Knight, But even he knows the evils that stir can be over powered by God's light. Through the deadliest storm we will have one another to overcome any type of weather, No matter how strong we make ourselves out to be the love for family will always provide shelter. His legacy runs through our veins so our heads must remain high without doubt or shame, Floyd Leroy Knight is one of the most greatest husbands, fathers, and grandfathers that God blessed this world to contain.
So many songs describe how i feel But you wouldnt have the time to listen to them To actually figure out what they meant Or how much they related to me If i died today i can say the only Thing you would miss Is me trying to make you smile Things have been depressing me for years All the anger i hold is real Falling further into soemthing You wouldnt want me to be I know if i told you You would be confused You wouldnt know what you did To make me do what im about to do I let myself cry to long That i buried myself alive on the inside I wish i could shut you out And let you go away for a long time I guess its better that i trapped myself in my own way At one point the chain broke away And i had my own time I took an early flight and i made it home I realized how unfair you were being Everyone always got more than i did Got your attention More than i did If i played my bass Would you hear the anger behind it? If i let you read my poems Would you understand why im writing it? If i told you i thought about doing something bad Would you try to make everything i hate about you better? I dont think you understand Maybe i should explain more Or would i bore you? Probally... So you know I wanted a father But instead i had a dad To me It hurt It still does And i watched myself die From hurting so much Cutting my heart out On the inside Im different In so many ways My friends give me more complaments Then my mother has my whole life "thats good" isnt what i want from you I would rather have you really Grasping the meaning behind why I am writing poems The meaning behind why i draw Or play the bass Even if i died i wouldnt think You would get it If i did what im going to do I would have you right where i want you If you want me back Your going to have to ask Nicer than that Things in my life are different than yours I see things differently I love music And i want you to see that I talk to you through my music I talk to you through my poems I talk to you through my bass guitar You cant trust me? I lied to you? Dont you remember when You told me you would give me up for adoption when i was born? That hurt more than anything Yes you kept me BUt you thought about giving me up Just like you gave up on me ten years later This will be the last of me And i hope you understand now That you are my problem That you are the one I couldnt trust That you were the one who lied What else could i hide When i have been an open Book his whole time and you couldnt see it?
If mine heart should speak, let it speak so well; For I may not have another time to tell. Let me say it straight; let me say it clear, It may not be so loud but the deaf can hear. It's for the sane to commend me of my views And for the fools to take me as a foe; For my word shall either be sweet or foul But it bears the frankness of my soul. The sheer desire for wealth or fame I apt no more for all is vain. It's good enough for me to see That I've lived a life in each passing day. When a man is young he's at his best And a merry soul has no time to rest. But life's like hanging on a ledge The soul is weakened at the ripe old age. No amount of sleep shall recompense or mend Of a good dream lost to awakening; So as a speeding star in a tranquil gaze That fell so sudden before a wish. The time that flies and makes one old Burgeons the burdens of an old man's load. It shall be heavier when he departs If he'll bear the laments of a shattered heart. Life is doomed and to cease one day; Not a single soul can choose to stay. Better pave a way for the saints to stroll So that bad old serpent could tempt no more. Then for my own sake I'll pray with them That my soul be freed from the hell's domain. And my heart won't dare to sing again Those mournful lines of life's refrain. A blissful sunset shall start to thrive Nocturnal solace upon my head. Then it shall be on the day I die When flowers bloom and birds do fly. Author: Jecon B. Nadela Date & Time of Writing: 10 May 2014 ; 2:03pm - 3:21pm Thanks God I'm writing again.
As I die he will be with me, I fell in love he had the key, And always knelt on one knee. My last thoughts are of him, As the lights go dim, Life circling on a rim. All at once we are apart, The taste is so tart, It all hits me in the heart. You are left to live, My heart your captive, There is nothing to forgive. My cheeks blush so shy, With a tear in my eye, As I start to die. Fear not for I am well, As many up here can tell, It is not quite hell. As I look from above, kissing the forehead of my love, I wonder what he dreams of. I look at him so fondly, his lips curve so grandly, as he sleeps so soundly. I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed, I wish to be with him but I am dead, My life over and has fled. I fear for my love for he is kind, Strong handsome and well lined, But now I leave him way behind. Finding love is like a quiz, Never knowing what it is, He needs love from a heart as strong as his.
Don't weep for the loss I've merely swept across Know that I am here Always will I be near In the way you walk And the way you talk Thru your words of strife To guide you thru this life In your beautiful stare All the elements in the air Running thru your veins And whatever shall remain Presenting thru your smile And every lonesome mile With every beat of your heart You'll feel we're not apart With every warming breeze And the swaying of the trees Thru your precious laughter And every moment thereafter In those mesmerizing eyes Your mother is still alive In each and every thought Enacting what I've taught Thru the precious moments And every single torment Thru every scent you intake And each and every mistake Your mother has not died In your hearts where I reside
the chains and walls that where holding my heart steady are now compressing it, this feeling is unbearable, what in Gods green earth do you think your doing? Are you really that blind that i am lost without you, cant you see that im falling apart here without you? This is such bullshit, what your doing to me, what did i do to deserve this? All i did was give you a talk, i didnt go off on you or nothing, i was calm and just wanted to talk, but i see that you took it the wrong way. i dont know what to do with myself right now, this heart of mine went through way to much for me to be going through this again. and you know that, dont you? I dont deserve to be treated like this, i didnt do anything wrong, all i did was talk, so now i guess its your turn to talk. SPEAK.
I RUN from FEAR. I HUNT for FEAR. I HIDE in FEAR. I FIGHT cause of FEAR. I'm FAR from you. I'm SCARED cause of you. You're the FEAR that I HUNT. You're the FEAR that I FIGHT. You're the FEAR that SCARED me for LIFE. *Comment if you have any thought and if you like it. oh and some of the poems i write arn't always my feelings. their some times just to get through other people so they can have something to read that just fit's them.* -Angel4eva23
The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding it. The boy opens the door and walks by his mom his mom says "how was school" He doesnt respond he walks silently to his room His mom turns away in sadness "its dinner time Kurt" she yells up the stairs. He walks slowly down the steps Hiding something in his hand as he puts it in his pocket His mother is setting the table Putting meat on his plate He sits down unto the seat not touching his food "is there something wrong with it?" his mom asks He doesnt look at her "talk to me. why have you been ignoring me" she repeats. He gets up off the chair and walks outside Walking into the woods as his mom runs out "get back here where are you going" Every living thing dies alone." he writes in white on a tree in there back yard He throws the rope over the toughest branch He steps up unto a little chair Tying the rope around his neck The chair falls His mom worries in panic She cant find him anywhere She waits up all night The Next Morning" She walks out to the garden Looking up at a tree She sees the fallen chair from behind a tall bush She runs Picking up the chair Seeing the thing she never thought would have happened She falls to her knees A tear falls from her cheek Not understanding Reading the words on the tree Every living thing dies alone" She wonders Thinking Crying She untangles him from the tree and holds him Talks gentle to him Something she hasnt done in a while Now grasping the meaning behind what he has done The best thing you can do about a suicide is understanding the meaning behind it.
THAT'S LIFE The inevitable love Attraction! Karmic puzzle Ultra dimensional mix Whatever helpless speculation decides to name it She suddenly appears Nothing dazzling at first The chain has to form link by link - Each subtle, magnetizing situation Each inexorable bringing together Oh! The seeming bind is not only mine (I tell myself) Her links, too, seem strong How they shine The train rattles on for days - Rattling on for weeks, months! Until…finally, the pitch! – Words stuttering clumsily off the tongue – Body tight Appearance almost withdrawn Restless hands and feet Was it anger? Defensive? The way she looked off, Mind distant Fancying some alien location And now My small voice within, again Warning Trying fruitlessly to soothe Reiterating the (somehow) known impossibility all along
After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again I'll See your face again I swear it No matter how far away they take you from me Fading, Going Away, Don't be so afraid Death is a Dream The Cross Will Be lighter Whisper the words so sacred, so somber After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again A Fallen Angel looms over the lifeless stone What Happened here must be true I must live this life without you Breaking the Silence She began to Weep The Epitaph ceasing to know We all must Return To Dust After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again After the Casket Falls After your soul is called After your final breathe is drawn I'll meet you again The solitude is euphoric as an illusional clock Of argentine fears swallow the last soul Goodnight black rose of eternity Goodnight dearest gothic phantom Tonight The Earth consumes me **Special Thanks To My Writing Partner Cayla Carr**
A light given A soul received Helping others find life in Christ While some stole his in need Behind leaving a family Who's soul doesn't understand In the mist of all this trouble Tries hard to seek Gods hand Here lies a man not yet thirty Departed by one confused and dirty Oh God, help us show the love you give Regardless of her murdering motive Today you dwell with Him in Glory While we sit, reminiscing your life's story The Lord gives and He'll take away But must You've taken him today Now weary and distraught Eyes like body, bloodshot Reminding everyone what we're taught This is the only life you've got
It's a complicated situation that I'm facing. Between broken dreams and death planning conversations. Constantly asking myself why I feel out of Gods hands into the arms of satin. Praying for life after death but deep down questioning continuation. I weary from all the back stabbing and sins and it mostly generates from my family and friends. Please lord tell me will this pain every end. Can I ever walk with you and make Amen's? Cause only you can ever know where my soul really been. The devils getting closer and he is coming in the forms of many men. I hate to say it but I opened up the doors and let them in. They pass me the weed and beer to through off my concentration. Go to job interviews the next day say words but don't know the pronunciation. By DNA have a father but mentally there is no relation. It's sad to say it's darker by the day. It took two buildings to fall before the nation united and prayed. After the fact Mr. Bush send eighteen year old to Iraq to be living in their last days. These are my situations
I recall now the days when forever seemed but a short time The visits to the hospital, brought sad images to your mind She lay on a bed, cords all around her, no hair upon her head The cancer drove us crazy with worry tears and fright She was only a baby, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye Farewell until we meet again where you'll be waiting... waiting for tomorrow to come again. What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. And now I lie here thinking it through, memories flash through my head, memories of you Moments of a bittersweet time Reminiscing the days when you were mine The days when you were alive The tears come back to my eyes I feel the need to cry but nothing slides out I need to scream and shout, My emotions pour out as one, silently So what if tomorrow never comes? Reality in death is so hard to accept, I need my tomorrow to come... What if it never does? What if tomorrow never comes? How will I face the rising sun, when the moon is the only thing I can see? I need her here with me... The only loss I've ever known The only time that I've experienced this kind of sorrow... So what if tomorrow never comes? What if tomorrow never comes. Will tomorrow ever come? I just want to be awake when the moon becomes the sun I'm waiting here for you, in the darkness of the night. I wait still for you, forever the images will haunt my mind Tomorrow will come I'll soon be alright Tomorrow will come... Tomorrow has come... I can now see the sun.
you know its wrong but you do it to overpower the pain not strong enough to stay away from it you would die without it in its presence your heart knows no shame even if you try to win the fight your heart will overrule your mind Theres nothing you can do its chained to you you cant get free look what this drug did to you
Mommy, I know I left you here. Ring ring went the phone, Little did we know never again would I answer Ring ring went the phone. I was eating breakfast when Open slammed the door, That morning how strongly I would have denied I would end up on the floor. I tried to scream, Mom, I really did. But he had me. . . He used my garden tools to beat me. He had me. Those tools used to bring me so much joy, But his purpose was to aid him. I had loved greeting visitors with garden so green It's not the tools' fault though, I don't blame them. I shielded my face with my hand, But soon that was broken. . . The simple trowel was my doom, All too soon, my face shattered and broken. . . There was blood everywhere; Mom I was so scared. To stop fighting though, I never dare. The sleek black laptop I had Been given for Christmas Which held all of my Favorite pictures of us, With it and my purse, He ran away, Not knowing I wouldn't Be here today. The white-washed walls Of the hospital room Only all too well reminded Me of Amontillado's tomb. I left you in the hospital Though. All alone. . . They caught him, have comfort, Even if you're alone. I'm sorry Mommy, I didn't want to go. . . But who ever gets a choice? I had to go. How little did we know, that One day, ring ring, Never again would I answer That phone, ring ring.
I'm Always Around by BJ Welsh I'm not near, but I'm really not so far If you look up I'll be the brightest star Looking down upon God's project earth Watching and waiting for a rebirth When you speak I will always listen My points will seem to shine and glisten Giving you guidance when things seem tough Steady now it may be rough When we meet again someday Be it there or far away I'm here for now and always will Never escaping, did you feel that chill? My spirit wind brushed by your side Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide When we meet again someday Be it there or far away You've given me hope and reason to breath It's not yet time for me to leave I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance When we meet again someday Be it near or far away
Another son is dead, until five he lived. For his long life at Shah-Hamdan he had threads tied "Shehij ninder yee nai. Gahas Kormakh Khudayas Hawale", his mother cries. No news can penetrate across the mountains. Satellites work here no more My Kashmir burns. And no one knows. An old woman with torn scarf sits besides fire. While feeding her neighbor's child She sighs. Is my son dead or alive? She silently cries. In Madrasa I hear children reciting Quran. A girl's come out dragging her feet. I remember her from somewhere. I remember her seeing naked. Oh! God she is the one who was raped. Nights have turned pitch black. My eyes are losing the habit of sight Midnight soldier's set another house ablaze. At least there is some sort of light. Many letters have been written to God. Postcards posted of those raped girl's But its curfew again. No post office deliver's the message again. Death comes from everywhere. Close your windows mother For bullet respects no womb. It turned Gulistans into tombs. From the plains the visitors come to visit their God's They are our only witnesses but hypocrites at heart. They say paradise is kaasmir. While my Kashmir is ablaze They testify against us. Is anybody witnessing this? No one at all Be witness to at least this. Open up your eyes my Lord! When paradise is painted with colors of hell, certainly divinity loses its grace In the news the reporter is beaten. Bamboo sticks are hungry for human blood. Let Kashmir go to hell. A new promise in their portfolio. Threads have given up at Dastegeer's place. Even they are horrified at our fate. In Maisuma boys are dragged by police. They close their dreams, end their screams In a police gypsy. Men shape into monsters when they are given right to anarchy. The gypsy drives them into the dark cantonments. They will remember this day Interrogation officer comes. After celebrating his son's birthday. The winds from the cantonments bring their news Burned tires around their necks. Burning stoves near their heads. The knife tearing up their flesh. And the boys cry, "We haven't batted yet. Cricket. We know nothing". Death wants children to be headlines Hunger has affected the heavens as well. Graves are full. No more space left. We need land of the plains. For our graves. In the ac car the bureaucrat goes. The mother's with search full eyes Ask about their sons they lost. They drink their tears And he sips champagne.
Remembering the laughable times we shared, Seeing that guilty look that you always gave, When we laughed and got caught, You will be missed, Being the lovable and caring person that you are, funny but also serious, You will be missed, You were Strong and wise, Loved to cook and feed everyone, but most of all for being loving, Grandma you will be missed, Embracing us with your warm hugs when we were down, Guiding us with your footsteps after you followed Jesus' footsteps, You will be missed, Seeing the hurt and pain in our eyes caused by plenty, You gave us encouraging words to get us through, And for that, You will dearly be missed, Knowing you will be beside us, To let us know what's right & wrong, You will be missed, Grandma in the midst of it all, I will miss you soo much, I wrote this poem just for you, hope you can hear me!! I love you and miss you!! Vernard Lamar Mays
Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you, For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do! I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real, So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel." We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon. Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you." The sun is shining like a warm July, The patriotic flag waving high in the sky! I can't help but think, maybe he did save you? What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon? Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice, As of today or even tomorrow we will never have that choice. You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace, I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced. But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain, We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain? Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see, Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy. Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test, Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest. He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God, She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love, Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray, So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day. Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest. So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!
It burns and it stings. It hurts. More than drowning beneath the ice. More than remaining in a kindled flame She hits and I no longer cry. Why mother, why? It burned and it stung. The markings remained, returned, and were relived Looking, loving, and little known loathing were the known ways of living. Never was their pity for the child that cried Never was their relief for the child that tried You were that lovely bird that understood the complications of felicity Nothing looked the same in those dewy browns of yours. My everbeating would cry tears of joy. The others-they were yet to appear. Caring Mother, o' so fair You were that beautiful bird filled with care. The others came and were not alone. Their two suitors sat on the throne. Rampage and rage why did you come? I began to wither and wither slumping along. So very soon I- the child of fines- became a human raceme. The droops of the Lily of the Valley became the slumping of my heart. My lovely bird the enemy had taken you and the person you were is far from near. For that divine nature left its intricate self and you became irretrievable my big bird. All of your fairness died. With that went my pride. Mother, Mother what moved you so? Your intense spirt vanished only to supplement a monster. Mother, Monster and your tar filled lungs. How did I kill that liver that was so, so strong? The lesson of pain was one you came to learn. My darling bird why did you turn? My lovely bird and your big brown eyes I'll tell you once, but never twice. Pain is only a flower for it blooms and dies And a mistake can be killed as quickly as lice. You dear bird hurt me well. Though, haven't you heard? Weakness is a souls greatest strength. You brought me up, then you brought me down. You haved helped, hurt, and hindered my blazing spirit. A hero in my heart-I left you down in your deep black slumber. Escaping those terrible nights To go for the town of delights.
In the midst of this world's chaos and confusion… There is an answer! There is a solution! Many people have tried all different kinds of things. Not realizing the consequences this often brings… I'm going to say something. This I shall confess… Without God in our lives. Everything is one big mess! Have you thought about what history does unfold? The many wars, famines, and deaths untold? One just can read the book of Revelation. This world's going to go through a great tribulation! Our hope isn't in world government. Or chasing a "U.F.O…" It's only in Jesus... The redeemer of our soul! If heaven is a place would you'd like to be… Think about where you'd like to spend your eternity… With Christ in your life… You can't go wrong. In his sheltering arms… Is where you belong! Jesus… Who created this earth and everything within… Can wash you clean…. And take away your sin! All of creation cries out and proclaims… The beauty and majesty of his awesome name! He is the solution to the way you're livin.'! Why not accept him today… And be FORGIVEN! By Jim Pemberton 02/17/11
A summoning I'm trying to forget. There's too much left between the ashes Life lingers far except with me My screams don't seem to reach you The warmth it surged right through my essence Mine is not the same as yours I want to feel me, can't you see me? It's never like it was before. Your voice echoes through me As I go through life this way I hope you're not watching me Fight this hopeless crusade. Smoke is drifting It reminds me of the fog Debris is lifting It reminds me that you're gone. I remember the infirmary Giving their apologies I'm crying from the outside I'm locked in from the inside I can't break free You're not coming back to me Your life is missing And now I'm alone I'm reminiscing My heart beats like a stone. These clouds just never seem to part There's not enough time to shield my soul It hurts just knowing your touch is gone Why can't it be just like before?
The water in my chest, And my eyes, they burn, Lungs burst for air, They are losing all their turn. My eyes see the light, That swims in the water, And as I sink, My lungs burn hotter. I try to breathe, Yet only choke, I scratch for the surface, Pray that it be broke. But I know that I, Will soon touch sand, But only beneath the waves, I will never touch land. So I close my eyes, To be engulfed by the dark, As as i slip away, Shines bright, the mark. The deeper I go, My dress cling to me, As I drown, Sink, To the bottomless sea.
White veil, misty eyed in eternity he lay.... standing silent at his side head bowed pain inside her mind shadows, retraces each day.... moments, seasons.... reality sets in.... a longing breath for yesterday goodbye she cries as she turns away emotions lost a new season dawns a tear fall away.... ___________________________ Form~Elegy A Brian Strand Contest 14 Line Max
Two hearts beat, now beating faster; beating until they're one Two souls breathe, now breathing deeper; breathing until they're done Two lovers see forever, and forever is where they run One child comes home tomorrow for life has just begun Even when the rainbow's glowing, the skies can seem so gray Even when the wind's not blowing, the tides can turn your way And when the water's raging, beneath skies that seem so blue It's just your body aging, and it has nothing to do with you So now when our God comes calling, I'll hold your hand and stroke your hair Yes, as snowflakes start falling, I will look for you everywhere And Mother, as you start flying, remember as you rise above Marlene, you are not dying, but finding everlasting love One child goes home tomorrow to embrace the Father and the Son One child who knows no sorrow, for life has just begun
Tears stream down her face It was so unexpected He was in a wreck
I wonder was it my insides, Turning themselves outside. Or was it the cobwebs I wiped from my eyes. Seeing life through different shades of gray, When there was just too much s#@t to be a good day. I close my eyes and embrace the cold, But it's funny someone should want to touch my soul. I'll wander that walk until I die, A fact of life, It narrows my foot steps, Begins leaking into my mind. Will arterial poisons fill these veins, Or will my body just burn and blow away. Perhaps through death life wouldn't be so bad, But its somewhat amusing that they should feel so sad.
[The Cypress Is In Bloom] The cypress is in bloom I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take She's in my mind, vaporously, Lauding with my, dangers and fears Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths Leading me go Cypress, Marigold Immortally, willows, forevermore Forevermore [To Question; To Know] My argentine silence, your only condonicy Ends with such eath The Mockingbird in me--died Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame With an infinity of joy Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names My breath starves for only more The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore She falls to her knees, why for? Celandine she will be Celandine is she [Bead] The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux, La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux, So Celandine are you Celandine are you [Draconian] Draconian--Reach for the shadows within Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within
Front and Center! Those Gates adorned with pearls in Heaven. White angels soaring. If by chance, Ordered to enter; Through St. Peter's Permission; I demand from you chancellor; A swift insanity plea, submission. For this troubled soul is plagued, By vast displays of wicked ways. None lost. Courtesy of meticulous examination. Love lost. Diligence pending Investigation. Key Evidence, perpetually documented In Sin's ominous catalog. Rebuke my Judge! For multitudes of shortcomings, He failed to ascertain. Moreover, present was He, When Satan drafted me. First round, Pick three. His Fantasy League... "The Eternal Infernos of Pain" JS Lambert
Shush be calm, it's okay I'm right here, You're hugging my pillow and shedding a tear You have my memory and I feel your heart, Always forever till death do us part. We'll always have Paris and the empire state building Watching the Bulls and the yankees out fielding But there's nothing like kissing and the shared living touch, and the holding of hands that we loved so much. The smell of your perfume at the end of a day Knowing that just before work we had shower play Making love in the moon light the sun and the rain The memories of beach the car and the plane Running naked through sand dunes and chasing the sun Naked moon bathing naming stars just for fun It was always and only about just you and me, And it always and shall be for eternity. Please don't go just yet I have something to say Then you can let my balloon float away I thought I knew love and knew what to do But it all went so wrong when I met you My wires got crossed an my thinking went wonky My smarts all went south on a pantomime donkey But now that I'm gone I don't want you to worry I don't want you to rush to get here in a hurry It's all down to you now to play and explore Before you join my photo in our sons bottom draw Thank you for sharing your life and your love I'll be watching you always from the blue skies above From the wind in your hair to the moon in your eyes From the warmth of the sun and the sea and the skies Feel loved and not spied on, I want your sprit to fly I can't live with the thought of making you cry.
Butterflies quietly fluttering In my soul Transforming my life Morphing into something so unreal So Different, silently beautiful So hidden and lost A fire dances on my pale iced face Lively prancing as each sheds more light The embers glow in your singed shadow Was this eternity meant to last forever? I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty Punishing the dead Can you never let anything go Is it all to hard to see That your bias takes you on a blinded delusion Where all they plunder is hate Terror is a virtue When becoming a king So cut off the strings of my life With your power And you will see the strength of the dream of Liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty I couldn't believe that a simple flap of butterfly wings could cause such a storm, a storm in my mind The simplest things causing the greatest of pains Why cant I be one of them Forever and free I'll be with my dream of liberty
The Difference My Life He Did Make Precious are the memories which lift my soul Soring to heights of remembered laughs The joys having made eternal will always last Good experiences for the lessons I did learn This life of a man who shared in kind For in his living day by day This man helped me in showing the way A way of living as a better husband father and man A way of living that I might stand To stand tall for family friendship and right That from this day-forth his trodden path reflects light Light to shine when worries I do care Light to glow my path when in despair I rejoice to know the difference my life he did make In remembrance of my Father-In-Law Poem by Mark A. Goodson (son-in-law) 10/26/2012
When you can longer run away from yourself When you thought there were no more tears to cry When you just want to die Living like this consumed by the façade of a million lies So many years, so many days Waking up to people who no longer care you're there You ask how can this be, one short organic vitality Wasted with living; the slowest way to die The shadows of shame weigh you down Until you drown, filled with only their hate All you can turns grey, and all you ever loved fades The agony is all you know, thank you pain A self-sadist Is all you have become, j ust how they showed you, craving so much more Just to hide up all of the misery But under cloth it still bleeds This is the Escapist's Plea For the one who fall to their knees in misery Trying to stay sane but fall under September's rain Dying from the invisible disease, only you can see Stigmatized by their sadistic need Only if I could just fly away ...Fly Away
This can't be real, this isn't right We cry all day, we cry all night You'd say you've got to make it through this no matter what it takes. I want to wake up and go back to a much better place. I need to feel you've got my back My big brother, what I'd do to go back. To the days we used to laugh our hearts out, I've never laughed so hard with anyone so much. The last day i saw you, you squeezed me so hard, I'll never forget the loud beat of your big jolly heart. I can't wake up, I can't go to sleep, I cry every night cause your memories i keep. I read your words over and over that you wrote on those hard nights, and I'll hold your advice in my head with my chin up, for the rest of my long-lived life. I think about you all the time, i feel you in this room. I imagine what you'd say when I'm having a rough time and i start to brighten up because of you.. I know you'd want whats best for me, your words were always true. For you I'll try and be fine, I'll live my life in your name tatted up on my spine. My backbone, you never let me down. How could this be the end? we were the very best of friends. We'd always say there is no end. It's been a long five months. With you not being there to make me smile, I wish i would have told you again, you were my life long friend. How much i loved you, how much i prayed, how much i worried, how much i would have gave. This nightmare is haunting me, every breathe i take. What a bond to break, what a life to take. You had the purest heart and a laugh worth all the money in the world. I cant bare the pain i feel, i cant handle the weight in my chest. I'll remember you looking at me always saying what was best. How could life take you away, who is it to decide? What I'd do to see you happy again, you were always one of a kind. You didn't deserve this time, you had so much passion in your life. You were too bold to just be another. I'll always consider you my only big brother. With all the love in the world like no other, Your words, the memories, and your heart, will live on forever.
Coward you scared of who Coward you live in there Coward you type away Coward you burn yourself Coward you might as well Coward you burn in hell
It's been almost ten years to December 2002 since Laci Rocha-Peterson and her unborn son were killed by her loser husband, Scott Peterson. This case has haunted the lives of all of the citizens of a California town called Modesto; just outside of San Francisco. It seems that Laci's life was ended permanently too soon, especially when she had planned on giving birth to Scott's first born son, Connor. Both of her parents (her mom and step-dad) were angry, her brother was also angry and dismayed, the people were shocked and disgusted, and so on. Scott Peterson was afraid to be a father, that he never wanted to spend the rest of his so-called "life" with his late wife, and, on top of all that, Mr. Peterson was also afraid that his late wife, Laci, would find about his love affair with another woman named Amber Frey, so he killed her as a cowardly act. Laci Rocha-Peterson and her first born son really didn't deserve to die by the hands of her own husband, their own flesh and blood. She and her son had a whole life ahead of them, especially when her son, Connor, was about to begin the first day of school and stuff. But now that baby Connor and her mother are not on planet Earth and in heaven now, their family members, especially her parents and his grandparents, are still in a depressive mode. What kind of human being would want to dump his or her spouse in a body of water, let alone the San Francisco Bay? Who does that? The media, including the CBS Network, Nancy Grace, and the San Francisco Post were all over the Laci Peterson case, especially when everybody knew that Scott Peterson Selfishly killed his own wife and unborn son. What a coward he is and/or was. Scott may have had all of the ones he loved fooled, but when he walks into the death chamber and is executed by lethal injection, God will decide his punishment. And when He does, Scott Peterson will pay for what he did to his wife and own son, his own flesh and blood. The spirits of Laci Rocha-Peterson and her son will live on in their relatives' lives and through the hearts of the ones who knew her. May she and her son rest in peace.
It was a voice in my head A whisper in my ear A sound I've come to dread A thing I've come to fear It was the look in its eyes On a face whiter than snow Seeing through all my lies Uncovering that I do not show It was the power in its stare Showing what I don't want to see Saying your time is near And you can neither hide nor flee It was the words it said Creeping into me in a whisper Telling me that she is dead Telling me I know I'll miss her It was what it forced me to see Things I've hidden away with denial Things I said I'd never be For which I'll surely stand on trial It is what I will become A thrall of the shadow Death's own son Libera nos a malo!!! It is what I feel Black bleak sadness Pain I wish wasn't real Driving me to the brink of madness It is what I stand for My prerogative The urge to always be more My reason to live
When will I see you next, at times I'm so unclear, will it be at your funeral? For this is what I fear. When will I hear your voice and what should I say, I don't dare ask you Daddy, why you went away... Should I pretend nothing happened, or ask why you don't come around, or do I wait for that dreadful day they place you in the ground? What will your tombstone read, what will your family say? they wont speak about me daddy, or how you went away. They will speak of things that their daddy would say and do, they will speak of my daddy, one I never knew. They will speak of a life you lived, one that made them proud, a life I couldn't see or have because I wasn't allowed. They will place you in the ground, and I will surly cry. I'll finally know my daddy, the day that he will die. I will walk alone, Ill have no one by my side, with no one ever knowing, that was my daddy who just died.
Society is a reason that has just ran cold, Like the tempature I'm feeling never seems to get ahold, The sadness lingers over and the beauty starts to fade, When I saw all the negative on the news today, The darkness that is surrounding me has found a new home, Deep inside my brain it swells trying to kill the bold, The new found confidence I had seems to have been old, Like the old man with the cancer that has just got told, I know he's still with me in my heart and in my soul, but I just can't stand what this new year has to hold, Will it be good for me, will I see, All the positive, when will the demons stop to breathe? There like vultures in my body, I can feel them feed, All this happiness that I held, were they just a dream? I've found a medicene that will kill the pain, of the hurt I share, Your pain it scars me like a knife cutting threw the care, The worry of this generation is not what it should be, But I was left with a gift, I'm lucky too be me. Can I be the light, In the darkness? Can I bare the stake running threw your lungs, Can I be the air that you breathe when the whole worlds died, Can I be the tears in the midst of happiness you cried? Please love me now and in return I'll make your life worth while, and you won't know what is hurt, I'll heal your wounds and take you from your life, Give you a new start and I'll set things right, I see the innocense in a noose every single night, I wish I could pick them off the rope so high, What would drive them too that point, I regret the days I spent, Being so unhappy in the life I live, I'm trying to be proud in a world where it's scarase, Where children have no parents, Where the government is only but single Tyrants, So make my job easy and give me the knife, That will kill these lunatics that crave the night, That don't do whats right, I will train in the darkness where I'm the only light, I will rid the world of there parrell and strife. Please god just save me tonight.
How about them times! Some of them seem so goofy now, But what fun it was. How we laughed an laughed. What's missing now Is your face I was your ace. Not a foot print I wouldn't trace. Always wanted to be in your good grace. Never to act in hast. He would of never made it his place, To judge you; Is a lack of conversational taste. The fact that I adore you is but one of my truths. The way you shaped my views Puts others to waste. They have no clue to what the world holds outside of there face. I can help, But I'm not the man you where Dad. Sometimes I get so sad. And for real even mad. The world took the best person I ever had.
By Stanley Collymore Never speak ill of the dead we're constantly and solemnly exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that they freely chose to live, as they're no longer around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse that's often and dishonestly given in explanation, to rebut or defend their name, any accusations or adverse criticisms, however concrete or valid they might be, being made against them; and in those circumstances therefore to then embark on such a plan would in itself be quite unbecoming while serving as nothing more than a cheap and cowardly way of attempting to exact one's own revenge. But hang on a moment, how truly valid is this simplistic and supposedly moral exhortation; and why should the intervention of death, distinct from any other known phenomenon, be the sole exculpation for someone's life-long sins and premeditated wrongdoings that disparagingly have callously, schemingly, perniciously, quite methodically and comprehensively destroyed the lives of so many who were exclusively picked on and especially targeted for reasons of dogmatic political ideology, or those specifically and illogically associated with their race or ethnicity. I was never a miner viewed as the country's low-life and thusmalevolently castigated as the enemy within, but I am and have longstandingly been a proud trade unionist whose movement just as viciously by this self-centred, venal and privileged elite was likewise tarred with the same condemnatory brush and scandalously branded the same. Similarly, I was an anti-apartheid activist firmly committed, as I always will be, to the noble concept globally of the universality of human rights, equality for all human beings and the ultimate eradication of racism, tirelessly working also in tandem for freedom of expression by everyone, genuine democracy and the lawful and moral right to withhold one's labour, and particularly so in manufactured industrial disputes specifically designed to disrupt the cohesion, deliberately break-up and ruthlessly destroy the bargaining rights of all trade unions. So why would I, or anyone else for that matter with a social conscience, want to actually eulogize and not rightly despise someone who, while together with their husband was profiting massively financially from South Africa's apartheid system, none the less perversely saw fit to label Nelson Mandela a terrorist and roundly vilify the ANC as a terrorist organization, while astonishingly and without a modicum of regret laud the architects of apartheid and the ardent supporters of institutionalized racism as the veritable champions of what they deem as democracy? Unless, of course, such individuals have short or convenient memories and are themselves a complete abomination of what society, which we were told by this woman doesn't exist, or come to that humanity should actually represent! So I've no apologies to make or will I relent from the stance I've taken because Death, inevitable to us all, has finally, and some would justifiably say, long-sufferingly and somewhat kindly stepped in and brought the life of yet another tyrant to its end. So feel free those of you who want to eulogize or even dress yourself up in sackcloth and ashes if you wish amidst your contrived beating of chests and sorrowful refrains; but in doing so, I'd like for you in your unrestrained orgy of engineered anguish and false grief to jointly entreat you to abstain from ever doing any of this in my name. © Stanley V. Collymore 12 April 2013. In the midst of life there is death the great leveller of us all. We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. So what doth it profit a man or woman if in their life time they gain all the riches of the world yet lose their soul for eternity? The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the Name of the Lord.
Set free into Heaven's lands, I am now in God's hands. Time was once like grains of sands, My soul now in eternity stands. Set free through death, My spirit now finds its breath. Life once like the wind blew, I am now saved by Truth. Long ago I dreamed Alive she was, it seemed. Long ago I was with her, Now we are together, alive forever. Set free into Love's arms, I am now free from all harm. May memories of me always be, Even after being set free. Remember me fondly, Remember how I loved thee. I am now in God's hands, Eternally living in Heaven's lands.
Fourth of July.. Dead bodies, a cry People must come back home soon… Enough with the war! To all of those brave men who will never be home to celebrate our Independence day this weekend, and the years to come! Thoubert!
Iv been there for you everytime you needed me, Iv been there for you in case of an emergency. I held your head while you were weak, I whipped the tears off your cheeks while you were sick. I brought you medicine when you had the flu, I helped you out in any way I knew. I made you smile when everyone around you made you sad, I cheered you up when everything was going bad. But now when I need you the most you are not here, I'm down on my knees crying now and catching every single one of my tears. I know all your secrets because I wanted to know how to help you, But you don't even bother asking me how my day went, ain't that true? Iv done everything in my power to make you into the person you are today, But now I'm reaching out to you, but you give me a smirk and walk away. I guess this is what I get for being the person that I am, I might of raised my voice on you, but that that just to make you into a man. God created all men equally, why should I be any different from anyone else, I treated you like I treated everyone, with discipline, love, care, without a mess. I guess this is what I get for being raised by the streets, Everytime someone went off on you I was there to have your back like the streets. But now I feel alone and don't see anyone by my side, I thought you would help me, that's why I cried. Now that my heart is barely beating, I want to say I love you, Remember me as your teacher, care taker, soldier, your brother.
greased up and over with road kill lubricated engines search for the fallen making their urban thunder in the blacken ground up heat of the congested payment with engine-powered by navigating wondering noises internal combustion is the sound of body shaking with amusement thousands of motorbikes making lighting shake in the rumbled souls of the amazed with there sheer Dominion of will Triumphantly rolling authority of harmony, combined with brotherhood they reach out to heaven to speak to the listening archangels in hope of us all, the little children to the archangels and to the protesters of children... Thank you!
When the light of the sun begins to fall Echoes of thoughts begin to ball Drifting into a sleepless state Possibilities grow, at a relentless rate I open my mind, in a wonderland of no validity Emphasized by a walk, through a mirror of fluidity Children's laughter in a sadistic tone This dream is a nightmare, far from home The path I am walking........leads to a house Beyond the door, I wish for my friend, my lover and spouse As the door creaks open a figure is revealed I brace myself, my numbness is my shield A wrinkled hand reaches out from the black It grabs my wrist, leaving no time to fight back As I'm dragged into the darkness, the figure becomes clear The face of my victim, my deepest fear
When I die Im gonna try and fly up to the place high in the sky, I can stop living A lie and stop wasting the tears from my eyes after all those times I got left behind. But I know I'm going to hell even though Im going to rebel because Ive lived my life in hell.. Cant you Tell? Ive faced the worst on earth always being burnt and hurt always thinking im cursed Never learnt to put my self first and It hurt. Im prepared for this place that Awaits if Get turned away from the Almighty heavenly gates, Because Ive been to Hell and back. But for now I'm stuck between Heaven And Hell. - Wiko Te Maru
I do miss them everyday, To state the facts I know ill never get them back, Sleep that's what I lack In Conversational Understandings We got each other, because they where just- that- smart A want to interact, with us, as equals, but we where aware, they where parents. This, Absolutely okay. The vision may be myopic, but I will never, blame them. For being naive
Live your life or die tonight This is it, or is that right Is there a life beyond my original sight Until it comes, forever I'll fight Ruminating if I'll see the light Or another life after death tonight
Ripples of sand under my foot, hurricane I stir. From the cocoon of fire I break through with the wings of a phoenix I fly like a flash of lightening soaring into the sky the roar of thunder god shatters the silver cloud and in the glassy rain drops as they fall my reflection pierces into my heart of hearts losing sight of the truth I tremble and tumble As a fallen star from sky in to the ocean I splashed salty water gallons gulped sinking to the ocean floor weeds and sea urchins made my death bed and entangled bond with guilt were cut loose by the last breath
Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Who knows not what good to do You forget your manners Respectful to none but those with a gun And thus having broken all the rules Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Who in spite of a good mother's love Shows no kindness, sympathy, nor compassion You follow not the Golden Rule she taught But seek only ill-gotten crimes of passion Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Thy callused heart strings untuned What innocence is left with in your breast What values have you for those that adored you Having their hope replaced by your dope Is this the life you envisioned Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Your once good name now vulgar Your pants hang low so your butt can show And you believe it's sexy Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Death and violence amidst your comrades Will bring about your destruction Thy family of gang which kill, cheat, and steal You lay still in a red pool of clay as they mock you Inconsiderate Brazen Boy Stand before thy creator For your life for right you tossed for the left Only now do you weep for the Savior
Cant believe your not here Lost inside Trying to erase the fear I didn't get to say goodbye It wasn't that long ago That i had you in my arms Hugging you to let you know That I needed you more I breathe a little deeper trying to hold back all the tears Remembering the times You was always here The days and years Months and weeks Went by so fast I couldn't even think Memories of you Wonder through my head Times where you would "Baby" me Daddy's little girl is what you said I couldn't deny it How true that is Not trying to believe That your not here I know this won't be easy Apart of my heart is missing As tears roll down my face Thinking about you I hold tight to the good times and let the bad ones slip through There will be times I'll stare in space Wondering how things would be If you didn't leave this place The times you would sing to me The times you would cry The times where you'd smile I'll never let that slip by You'll always be in my heart No matter what i do I didn't think I'd have to picture My life without you All the birthdays cards i made you Ill hold close and dear Just remember In my life you'll always be here I'll remember the mornings I'd wake up and see your face I didn't think I'd ever have to say Goodbye this way Daddy's little girl is what I'll always be I'll never forget you Please remember me. I love you Daddy R.i.p 6.5.11
Silver box filled with madrigals Winter song upon her heart One single Orchid in her hand Flower of bitter sadness Panting for what is lost Eyes blind in the darkness Seeing what is left of love Softly whispering his name Reaching out for bitter sweet memories Embittering herself for this pain A sunset that she missed Candle light now her company They chattered before she left The yellow Orchid on a grave Untimely death of tender love Nalanti Goosen©2012 All rights reserved
Another middle-schooler poem I made! ^.^ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Never trust the one you lust For I have done so I saw the figure in the rain As dark as the crow For death himself had stood there With all his cunning glee, But then I look inside the reflection Only seeing me! I die a thousand times Yet the clock still chimes Am I ever to flee? Heh—now I clearly see the end: Sanities' my only friend
fatherless husband loins aching for progeny empty wombs await seeding childless mothers cry opening soft pocket sighs stoking the steel thorns rising Contest: Sedoka Me Any Subject Poet: Debbie Guzzi
One frown is lost At what cost now Jack Frost has died
Don't judge me until you've walked a mile in my shoes Because these things don't just happen on the news Going hungry and getting hit Soul wearing down bit by bit Angry hands raining down I take it all without a sound He beats me senseless Doesn't even care that I'm defenseless He lets men have me for a price Tells me to smile and act nice Be a dutiful daughter Never let your emotions falter I finally escape Try not to think about the rape I search all around But God's nowhere to be found I look forward to death The moment I draw my final breath I don't care about everlasting peace I just want that final release
Not realizing end Sleeping peacefully Numbed from onset pain Her will stands so strong Slowly passing time Restless moving Heart weakening Holding her style Waiting the hour Mom I say It's O K Go to sleep I'm here O K Calm Written for Sponsor Gareth James Contest Name Last words to a loved one
Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Save me I'm drowning, Six feet below Helplessly falling, Into the darkness we know All the life begins to drain, Wrists are painted red with shame Die from what I'm dreaming of, From the death of my love Standing by your stone, Whispers bleed through Standing here alone, Thinking of you All the life begins to drain, Wrists are painted red with shame Die from what I'm dreaming of, From the death of my love Take my life and take my hand! Please! Just try and understand All that I am going through, From the death of you…
woeful dreams of shattered hearts bode cries of weary souls adrift in sorrow's impossible embrace its deathless spirit forever longing unknown questions overwrought in darken corners without sound till quiet whisper's passing hope their bosom bursting with secrets in vain consciously disappeared a shadowy mystery's forgotten nightmare knowingly awakened in blindness' forbidden retreat a senseless loss yet unexplained engulfed by continuous despair in a maelstrom's hidden depths its tipping point deeply mired by nonstop waves of lost tears in a tempest of howling winds of returned dust e'er scattered from east to west and beyond in the cycle of life now undone when enough is NOT enough and Hade's thirst is quenched in limbo men's souls remain © Eugene Harvey
I know you had a hard life But know you were never alone If I had found you sooner My sisterly love I would have shown I remember your smiling face From across the classroom I thought that is my sister Maybe I will talk to her soon Years went by And you vanished from my life You went on and became a mother And I became someone's wife I thought maybe one day Our paths would cross But in my heart now there is a hole And I am mourning your loss Do you look down and see me now? Your little sister sitting here… Thinking about what could have been And holding back the tears We just know God has His own will And we can only guess at his plan But I know one thing You will always be missed Jennifer Ann
THE DEPTH OF LOVE My pen drips of sorrow and on this paper I write each tear I've lost the one whom I love so dear He's gone from me like a wisp of smoke The moment he left, my poor heart broke Velvet rose petals – crimson red Plucked from the bier where her love lay dead In her face is seen grief and sorrow She wonders how she'll face tomorrow As she recalls the day they met At this small country church she'll never forget The day they were wed in marital bliss The years they shared, now to be missed In this same little church, she comes today To mourn for her lover who passed away The one who, like yesterday, it seems Fulfilled the desires of her every dream Death came too soon to her soul mate Their life together had been so great Laying before her in sweet repose Appearing as if in a peaceful doze Who can bring comfort to one so distraught Whose mind is filled with just one thought The thought of living her life alone Now that her only love is gone But there's comfort unequal, sent from above From the God of Heaven through His great love The serenity is felt in a warming way With a peace that she knows is there to stay Though her life has been totally changed forever She has a love that will leave her never A love that paid the ultimate price That only comes from Jesus Christ Curtis Moorman 14 August 2011 Contest: Just Write By: Constance La France
When all is said and done, and the time comes for us to die, We hold our heads high regardless of illness, remembering all those who endured our journey with us, Acquaintances who affirmed our lives, whether or not it made sense, In the end, we look to the significant characters who shaped our world, whether they were positive or caused our lives to unfurl, In the end, if Jesus is our friend, the journey was worthwhile.
They Left so Abruptly (for the countless South Africans, of all colours, who dedicated their lives for freedom and democracy) the valiant ones countless many known many more nameless the truest sons and singers husbands and poets lovers and wives daughters and farmers workers and sisters brothers and friends they left so abruptly with quiet pride steely courage gentle dignity they left so abruptly leaving us our tomorrows brighter hopeful filled with promise they left so abruptly so that we may breathe the breath of liberty the air of freedom the warmth of justice they left so abruptly leaving with us their parting gift freedom inkululeko swatantrata liberte azadi vhudilangi libertad they left so abruptly yet we remember them all today in the days that slipped away and in the many more that we await they left so abruptly yet they remain hewed into our memories etched in our consciences engraved in our hearts they left so abruptly and yet they endure with us within us now and forever more
They said I was young, they said I was foolish As I made many mistakes of all types They misunderstood; I was taking those risks To find some purpose in my life They said I was strong for succeeding in life And never being mentally frail They misunderstood; I worked my hardest To make sure I would never fail They said I was foolish for trying to win you over, For thinking a chance with you was even true They misunderstood; I could never ignore The beauty God had given to you They said it was amazing, despite all the turmoil We had made it for so long They misunderstood; for us it was as easy As discerning right from wrong They called me caring, loving, and charming And being the best husband there could be They misunderstood; I was just trying to give back The love you had bestowed onto me They called me lost, deranged, insane That I was living the epitome of a lie They misunderstood; I was just in denial That you had left my life and died They called me pitiful for weeping at the funeral For not being able to stay through it all They misunderstood; I wanted you alive I wish I had taken the fall They said I was crazy for jumping off that building At the age of thirty seven They misunderstood; I was trying to get to you So we could be together again in heaven
Hope, tonight, is just a void Love is destroyed Reality impending my doom Suffering a dream that was never made for me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Don't worry I'll be fine I can just wait, wait as in all eternity You deserve to be happy and free I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me You travel all across in my veins Showing you share my pain But my life was never meant for me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me I'm sorry for those days I've ruined your life Best you just ignore, forevermore I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me Suffering is the same as living Tonight I might, Today I may Set you free away from me I'm just the burden falling under your arms I understand if you give up on me **Morten Veland, Guitarist, Male Vocalist and Main Songwriter of Sirenia, formerly of Tristania**
I cut my hair. I screamed out loud. I've scarred my wrist. And in not proud. But I'm stuck in this dark place, my eyes pinched tight. I'm afraid to step out. Out into the light. First my grandpa, Then the women I love. My cousin, My aunt, They're resting above. They all died and now another. he was so close he could've been my brother. I'm sick of the doctors. I'm tired of death. why can't I forget. I yelled, I fought. I cussed, I cried. Sometimes I feel like I died inside. I hate that God took them. I wish he let them stay, But I'm glad they're now out of their pain. I wear dark clothes. And my make up is smeared. But I miss her hair. His smell. His beard. I'm done with funerals. I'm done with my food. I want to be with them. But I don't want to lose. I won't give in to death. I'll fight my wars like them. I'll bring the light through this darkness and rain. I'll survive through this pain...
This shouldn't happen, To anyone..... Not ever. The pain of losing a youthful and yet radiant life Someone who meant so much to us The end was not suppose to be like this. In God's eyes this was the best way That He could call her home Laughter that is still ringing in our ears The smile that we see, The smile that haunts us in our sleep..... She was and is An Angel here on Earth And an Angel up in Heaven Yet even in knowing that she's in a better place We are still somewhat incapable Of grasping this tragedy But we WILL see her beautiful smiling face again One of these days... We will also meet our Creator...... And she'll be standing at His glorious side, Waiting for us to come Home...... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This poem is dedicated to our dear friend R.I,P Anna Marie Mayall we all miss and love you, you were an incredible inspiration!!!!!
the hardest thing is letting go goodbyes were never my thing memories are the enemy when someone close to you dies a piece of your heart slowly fades away and at some point you forget whats happening you forget how to smile you realize they aren't coming back so why hold on why face all the sadness and fear why must things be so hard when they disappear why fear what helps you the most why be afraid if you see there ghost when that part of your heart breaks its hard to regain the strength its hard to mend the pieces its hard to erase the memory most of all its a ***** to numb the pain nothing works nothing wants to help it eats at you like its got you in its grasp when someone you love dies your empty you don't know where to turn or what to do your scared of being alone even when they were near its hard to forget.. its hard to ignore... its hard to get over... what your heart goes through to be okay what your mind does to solve its pain what you'd do just to bring them back what you'd give just to say im sorry emotions run wild when you lose someone your not yourself you question things you use to be positive about you push people away to isolate yourself from more pain is this what its like to be alive but feel so dead is this what its like to want to forget what meant so much why did they have to go when it wasn't their time what could such an innocent person do to deserve death why is it so cold once they are gone being numb isn't an issue its the hold it has on you its the life it drains outta you trying to be strong only brings more pain trying to smile when you feel like dying the desire to move on only makes it worse you lose what your thoughts were what your dreams where suppose to be what goals no longer matter what life even is worth anymore troubling thoughts come and go disturbing images fade in and out what is death the thing we fear most the thing that rips us apart the thing that is made to make us suffer the energy drainer the reason you become hollow losing touch with reality starts to kick in losing all hope takes over empty lonely dead inside no where to go no one to turn to nothing can help you no not even yourself is this really how its gonna end?
A man walks into a new generation gangster town, there were guns, amoe, drugs, explosives, and allot of bad people, and that's all he found. He looked around the streets and saw allot of African American people running the show, he walks into one corridor and into another city, and he welcomed the flow. The new city, to him it wasn't any different than the one he just came out from, there were Muslims, they wore gold chains and hiphop music was playing every where, the mostly dealt cocaine, and said fuk them. there women were so beautiful, they would walk around in heals and panties were ever they went, the man walked though all the gorgeous women and thought to him self, "no I can't". The man walks into a new city, he walked into "The Slums" it was the hardest and the baddest outlaws of the nations, the man looked around and right away he did not like what he saw there, everything was dirty and without and patience. He couldn't wait to get out of there, the women were nasty and smelled like they haven't showered in years, The man put his head down and started walking out of the slums with nothing in his eyes but tears. The man walked into "Siberia" Everyone living there saw the man come in and they all rushed to great him, at first the man got a little scared, but than he saw there smiles, so he smiled back at them. Everyone was living there was dancing to a death mettle Hip Hop music, while drinking and sniffing cocaine with a gun on there sides, The man walks to the bar while looking at all the beautiful women that are dancing and giving him a sexy look. Than the BOSS of the city comes up to him, pores him a drink and tells him how he is the BOSS of the whole West Coast, the man looked at him and smiled, he put his hand around the boss, looked at everyone around and said, "Let's Toast".
Stop this bitter weeping Yeah I'm talking to you Though you may not be crying aloud Your expression gives you away Stop this careless weeping Yeah I'm embarrassing you Though you may not think we know It's been in front of us from the beginning Stop this despairing weeping Yeah I feel your pain Though you may feel like you're the only one Countless more will empathize Telling you to stop Is like telling the persistent priest to stop preaching Telling you to stop Is like telling the earth to stop spinning Telling you to stop Is like telling the weeping willow to stop weeping Telling you to stop Is like telling the fire to stop burning I know your crying But that won't stop the weeping I know I'm embarrassing you But that won't stop the weeping I feel your pain But that won't stop the weeping I'm going insane! Will you cease the weeping?
Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deidre's eode I cunnan sense her embrace that felans gelic Tragedy A Heart to hath, slipped beneoðan waw The dark pulse nou beckons us closer How many daegs will this passion bledan way We will beon the ans left to blame Bewarian we hath be-came their prey They say thou hast ben addicted to thy pain A life-leas cold barren soul left to die in the rain A whisper to close to the edge A ceallian fram the dark Bringan ut a saving sparke An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre's eode "My decadence wesan just for thee Though thou never hast cared of what I hath been through Enter the world hwaer empathy is clandestine A world created by thee, just for me Hwaet is lecgan in my heart Is why thou wants to through the stan" I call thy name towards nightfall's reign But they take thou so feorr way A dark engel so devin Cursed by Eden's Heart I will avenge every tear An exodus fram her pain Her life spent braeð in shame A Shadow ceallian brecans the silence Eom I the an to blame Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deirdre naefre said wrong Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deidre's eode Don thoust not know Deidre's eode
Comforting words Smooth, quiet tones Reassurance complete confidence Long nights spent reasoning In total understanding Twin thoughts twin minds twin miseries and twin fates Now it's so quiet Too quiet Complete and utter silence.... Oh my God, What happened to the good old days When we both made sense?! Lost in blurry dreams of childhood Colorful, wonderful, windy days Subconscious cradled memories of the times when we were eachother's only friends Only you, the sky the earth and me... No betrayal No lies No fire No hate No regrets. I think I can understand why you won't face me But your sudden silence is so confusing Did you ever know me well enough to know my affection for ultimate honesty? If you wanted me to go away why didn't you just say something? Only this emptiness is left Inconsolable grief... For what never again can be No warning No parting words No ceremony You went and had the funeral for our friendship but did not invite me From the start I thought these ways would always be But in the end, All I wanted, my friend was to say goodbye. I can't trust anyone anymore anyway All alone again shame on me
The paintbrush spreads us all over the canvas a gallery of our beauty my hands around picture frames your face worn as a mask the wax melts away all of our pain the fireplace burns the wood little pieces fly threw the air They end their journey laying on the floor of the darkest place one lands on the canvas i painted Burning it along with our lies It curls up into little circles eventually fading away just like our pain
True beauty unmatched, True strength untold, True love you gave, True life to behold, True grace was yours, Through thick and thin, You proved to the world, True class to the end, You will be missed and ever remembered, Forever in films and by too many hearts to be numbered.
"Come fluttering words, come drifting to me..." A Rambling Poet A gentle breeze brings me the soft smell So familiar it calms my tear-filled eyes instantaneously. I venture closer to the source. Two ebony, round vases resting atop a sill. The scent of the roses and carnations flit about me, As they did about her so little ago. Yet we have laid her softly After she was slain Into the moist, soft soil from which her scent derived. Always like a butterfly did flora float about her. So small, and pale, with mahogany hair When we found her lay flared about her delicate head Like the halo our Father gifted her. For it came about in such a gentle flow And jade eyes, calm as the sea In which we found her They sparkled like the sun dancing off the waves. Her eyes were open, and matched the swirling surf. The tears flow silver from my own emerald orbs I peer into mucky puddles lying about And see her face in my own. I bore her from my womb Yet our Lord has called her home To save her from the world's cruelty An Angel to watch this land I stopped to smell the flowers Not rushing bust taking life in time The wind blew by my ear And I heard the whisper of a little Angel "I love you, Mommy" Erika Raiken Contest: What is she thinking... - Constance La France ~A Rambling Poet~ 7.27.2011
an innocent child, a nineteen-month-old baby, was senselessly shot; cold drive-by shooter killed a cherished little boy-- with a heartless plot endless tears of pain-- as we remember the love of this lifeless tot *baby was not the intended target
Mimes at my Funeral by Carolyn Devonshire When my time is done and I am finally laid to rest I don't want to be recalled as one who lived life depressed So as I wrote my will, I chose to leave an instruction That laughing gas be inhaled by all those at the function No mournful eulogies will a pastor have to invent For my funeral will be held under a circus tent When dozens of clowns emerge from the tiny Volkswagen Reams of my silly limericks Bozo will be dragin' And as they're read aloud, family and friends who knew me best Will say, "She had a sense of humor, this we can attest." Mimes will mimic me trying to write the world's best novel As my corpse hangs from the trapeze, surely they will marvel Laughter will ensue as they shoot me from the cannon Flying high in my demise across the great Grand Canyon All the children will smile and there'll be no tears allowed So no one will ever remember me as a "dark cloud" There are people who seem to take life way too seriously When I meet my Maker, don't view this as a tragedy Dad called me his "happy girl," so let me go out that way I want to leave them laughing as I reach my judgment day This piece sums up Carolyn's joie de vivre and her positive attitude to death. For Gwen's Devonshire contest
From time immemorial your story began A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more Your story past written a character just one The tale of you bleeds into all Each story unique while pieces the same Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone Your story continues passed first to no last The tale of you bleeds into all Through love and hate, laughter and death Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days The story being written you wrote each day The tale of you bleeds into all Memories endure through dream and remembrance Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on Your story yet written a character more than one The tale of you bleeds into all Your stories the fires shall never consume A past, a future, a present goes on The story you wrote lives forever in your love The tale of you bleeds into all
She lies in a pile of bloody red roses She left a note to her folks saying " I cant go on im sorry" It didnt say why But still we cry We are all very sad some of us are mad none of us are glad She'll b greatly missed To me she was like a sis But when will the rumors stop Noone knows the truth not even the cops My pain is great I wish we hadnt been late But when we got there there she lay on her already made bed of Bloody red roses
When i am gone and you can no longer see my face, Just know in my heart you'll never be replaced When i am gone, left you without a goodbye or a trace, When my absence makes itself known and your life like footsteps take on a sadder, slower pace remember i am always here, always near Can you feel me wipe away your tears? Whispering in your ear Informing you that better days are near and you have nothing to fear for my arms wrap Around you becoming your shield My words are growing thin and i have nothing more to say Just remember even when I'm gone, I am never too far away.... I am still here
Just the other day a scene caught my eye parents picking flowers for the grave of a child tears filled my eyes as I realized this was the only gift for Christmas they could by but we have hope in gloryland someday we'll meet again what a glad reunion that will be no more pain and strife or loss from this life yes, we have hope over in glory land I have a baby in heaven you see and the angels are holding that baby for me somedays I cry , then I stop and realize Heaven is just a sweeter place for me I have family and loved ones waiting over there just for me and I know they are sick no more Then I start thanking Jesus for The Precious price He paid thanks to Him I have heaven to look for.
Those silent tears ran down again So sure was I that they had dried And the hollow feeling they had left Matches no other but the one of death So, close the casket or set the fire Let me not live another while nurturing solitude with endless hope embracing ghosts of fake smiles Be this mind put at a final rest All the sorrow ending at last No struggle left to be done Never another silent tear to run.
Has that question ever sneaked its way into the conscious of your third eye? Have you ever took pause from your self and viewed yourself as a he was or she was? Release that parachute from flight and ground your soul with the memories of others thoughts. The limits down here are not as high as the sky. We get one chance to imprint the fixture, the movement... The tone of a legacy left by indifferences that makes you you! The day my handkerchief floats no longer and drifts to the ground, I envision the power outage of the world. Darcel stood a monument that people just had to get a glance at. Darcel spoke with his heart while even in defeat. A lyric can't harmonize the music that D. Sharp stands for. A silence of over joy for him applauded over the art of tap. Heads rolling back accepting the embodiment of fruits picked from me. Screams of loss jamming frequencies of those trying to pick and hold on to one of the many memories of me. GOOD OR BAD I call on the locksmith that is you and you and you to unchain what is me, myself, and I with a twist of your key. God allowed me to plant it, to water it, and nurture it within a bunkered facility. Some might say he aint this and he wasn't that but remember. I say remember because at one point in your life I was perfect for you. I aided you to or from a circumstance that gave u clean air to breathe. Now aint that some shit! That's how I will be remembered!
****************Trival Question?********** Question: In what good way Can evil be bad..... Answer: When it come's to the Restoration Of the Soul..... GF
Have you ever been in a situation when it feels like everyone is against you, and the whole world is pressing down on your shoulders? Well this write is about that. There is no place to run or hide, The pain and the agony builds up like a tide. I want to scream but nothing would come out, I try so hard a pull so tough that I dragged a gout. It's not easy for me to express my feelings just to anyone, There is allot of security issues in me that are not so fun. I understand everything clearly, I just wish to get out of this world and be care free. It feels like chains have bounded me to the fiery deaths of hell, It hurt and burns, but I can't break though this shell. I have hidden my emotions deep inside, Just so that no one would see the monster I have to reside. It hurts me more than other to see myself turn into something that I am not, I would commit crimes and other illegal thing and would not get caught. I would hurt myself emotionally so that no one would see my scares, It would be better is I would just go back behind bars. Can no one see that I am also human and need some effection. Or am I just a toy that people like to mess around with and Be selfish. At breaking point I stand, looking at the bottom of a cliff thinking, Should I, or should I not? But hay, if I do, I am sure that everyone would be left at peace and care for YOU.
Carousels and merry-go-rounds of beyond days Captured and punished us because of selfish ways Made projects of and dissected our lives Raping women and beating children and wives One-thousand knives cut deep into the heart Always around and running our lives from the start Murderous monsters are on the prowl --- loose day by day Murdered and violated in every single possible way Mobsters and gangsters take control of our streets So many people gathered around mortuaries --- they weep Why has all this evil flowed through our graced lands? Why are there glass and razorblades littering our sands? Babies without family and infants without a name Who is all but ourselves for all this sin and shame? The Devil and his minions infect the world we live He has our souls and lives --- what else can we give? How do you counter an attack from the other side? How can we tell what's the truth and what's been lied? I guess that deep within your heart of hearts the answer is Finding the right religion is the answer and the quiz
Speak once, and softly, so the river may know... * * * "You've come to mourn, his drowned bones." [She starts to groan] He was a loving father, a faithful son, his body swept and tossed and now he's gone. [Leaves fall and vanish in the current] How now... Mysterious Death, the speeding current, time that pushes past, how do I grab the minutes so that they last? "Accept" [ The river flows and merges with the Earth, and you look up and see the tops of trees waving in harmony with the sky, and you, spot the sun again ]
When I die Pen writes a lie deny my will, A thrill laying in a box pain haunts, but a curse stalks when I die, The day my crippled happiness walks I will leave earth, living, I bleed all my worth existance has becaome meaningless death walks towards me with a clean dress My distant love, mistress mourn the day I depart, Torn there's emptiness in my heart stood above all serpents, but failed to bring unity among my parents separated, raise in a broken shelter "I love you mother" thats what I tell her When I die, let no one else die for my wrongs are within my corpse in your hearts belong my memories thoughts and hopes stay strong, remeber where you come from after years have gone, you all shall join me, the day I long When I die, bury me with a expectational mind and eye!!
There no longer staggers "The Broken Man", A higher power called upon his number, On June Twelfth, fate rendered him a found man; Long last a tired body found its slumber.
A spirit as fragile as glass A soul virgin in depth As innocent to the world as to him or herself. A stranger to emotions, a vessel covered in flesh and a unknown purpose here, on this earth to be discovered , yet. Circumstances surrounding his or her conception is not known, but the child is a "gift" from one... to two...then back to one. The Child is "joy" whether a daughter or son. A world commanded by nine and not by ten, created of three, defined as one. Let the writer's write about the child's world in view and inform the Gatekeeper to prepare to review . copyright @2004,2010 by Carrie M. Love-Atkins
a lost boy asked a stranger for help; was kidnapped, killed and dismembered an innocent life snatched by evil hands ; let this child be remembered
1st VERSE: Where would you go if you could leave this place? What would you see who would you meet If you could leave then come back to these streets What words would you use to describe where you've been? From where you stood could you see the world spin Could you watch us walk around Our feet stuck to the ground Could you hear the words we said When our hearts filled with dread Thinking you've moved on To sing another song In another universe Leaving behind a curse CHORUS: After death After life What we hope is Paradise Just might be our memories Left for everyone to see All to know the truth Every action has a purpose Even if buried beneath the surface Wishing you'd come back to me I did what you asked I set you free Didn't know you would fly So far up in the sky 2nd VERSE: If you came back Claiming the spot you left How would it feel To take your seat Where you belong As you did all along Which world would you choose Or would you stay between Stuck in a space Unable to be seen Could you see us over here If you can is it clear Could you feel our pain inside When we found out you died Thinking life would end We lost another friend To the opposite of life Pain still cuts like a knife
The sea roars as it breathes in and out, to rise, in the tides, along the shores of all the seas as one, moving where the moon guides. Waters lapping the isles tiny beach, gently touching her from beneath, seeking the mountain out of reach, among rocks like jagged teeth. On the water little rafts float, above the sacred, ancient beds. Down, down they go with plunging stroke, past the coral of blues and reds. On the floor a searchers leg is hung. Working they fail to set him free. That night, a funeral song is sung for the one who now breathes with the sea.
A severe façade of loving tolerance Dipped in an argentine semblance The Consuls of The Cross Weaving a sweven of Welkin Where the checkered ones Are never allowed Their souls cast into the flames Of a greater decay The never ending pit Of eternal torment You turn the other cheek The one that wields the clandestine dagger The dreams of being free grow lighter and light The truth is shrouded by sister-Night Clinging onto existence Never eluding the resistance I will never adhere To your Sanguinary Lord Bestowing The Crusader's reign Against the sand and the desert's wane Barraging him over the frame In desperation to appease Screaming and shouting I will wash away your sins Decadence of the ones to throw the stones The ones to enforce the book Has left your lies dry and ready to die No more tears are left to cry No more screams are left to scream No More blood to be split No more graves to be dug
I sat beside you on a couch In canted ground- I sat on its lower side- On purpose- Waiting for you to roll over me- But you were hanging tight on the upper side, And that pushed me to look up in the sky And wish the earth was vertical- (originally written in modern Greek and released in February 2006 from Nocturnal Publications – translated here by the author)
Theres a girl she pours out her heart gives him everything changes her hair goes to get fat sucked out of her cause no one tells her that she really is beautiful she goes home to see him in bed kissing another girl, then get up and smack her around people ask where she got her brusies and why she hides her face but behinde that mask hideing her scars is a girl fearing for her life scared to go home to that man that just might give her more scars. Theres a guy who takes care of his brother comes home and covers his brothers ears while his mommy and daddy make him fear fear for his life his mom brings home different guys every night, daddy is never home but when he is they fear for there life that just maybe that might be the last day the last breath they live to take Next day he comes home and sees mommy on the floor bleedin his little brother tied to the bed stabed in he chest he tries to run but trips and falls three week later the found him floating down the river.. These are the people we ignore every day the ones that cry out for help the ones that need us the most.. The ones that are pimped out and dont see there beauty the ones that hide the scars that the one they love put on there face This is our world and society today
On the high way My side mirror recalls The object that appear Are closer then They seem to be… Yet so close we are Taking destiny for ride Many are a head and Many behind, on road Wondering in this city. Tales of 1000 souls I am one of them with little Blessing to share. My believe, My Prayers To Lord, is driven by Job My Visa, my rent, my bills Run in the veins of my day. Morning, I do open my eyes Only to report to job, My wife, my children and my God Await my return by night. I recall not, what I did last night When I slept, what my wife said, Not even my child's smile Yet my 9 to 5 schedule is perfect Morning open with coffee on gas stations Traffic on highways, on city road Fines and radars, mobiles and overspend Frustrated yet have to drive a head Slow in fast lane with mobile on ear Or lady, prejudice it may seem But I recall it in my car, another Guy flying in his accord, reads a sign "just cruising", damn with smile. Switching between channels, Some jams, some songs to hear Discussion VoiceBoards, interviews Money minutes, gold rates Some blast, some peace deals What a way, to say Good morning. Yet hope I am not fired today, As the morning news did say recession Job cuts and job losses, long leave Companies disappearing, stocks diving Face book blocked in offices Looks a gloomy day. Yet hope drives my day, a head Beyond my reach some time I finish my job, drive home, Just a pleasant look on my child A warm welcome from my wife Makes me human from machine. Taking deep breath of relieve I thank God, for all His mercy And pray for Goodness tomorrow And wish for all those left jobless Lay in the arms of beloved I dream, with hope for better Tomorrow.
Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the "Freak Show". Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.
It is built on pain and on sorrow To always beware of what comes tomorrow Although to some it burns from the past Like the flames of hell rising fast But yet be happy, there is some hope Some happy things to help those cope With problems that come, but memories gone Into the ashes where only death belongs A voice could say, "Beware what you seek." This voice wants all to be dreary and bleak It calls for a unity of past damnation It wants the world to have a remorseful sensation Though, it cannot be stopped but can be fought The memories from those that can be forgot So live life well, allow no worry to fly The days of sorrows and lies have gone by Think of the days where it will be perfection From the day of birth or the grave-sites reflection It can never break what was built in a heart Never worry, only love, for love is thou art
Wake up to find its not just a dream, the morning rips a new wound of reality. Forever gone, Forever missing, All the regrets building up inside of me. I could have been better, cause you were the best, I love you with everything now you took your last breath. You went, happily and chased the birds over that rainbow bridge, I hope your watching from above c ause when you left you took a part of my heart ...RIP My Beautiful Puppy. I Love You Camille Baby?
Glistening tears roll down pale cheeks Not wanting to look but scared not to peek Another coffin, another life gone Another funeral, but not the last one. Eyes looking down, holding each others hands Swaying together, shoulder to shoulder we stand A waste of young life what's it all for Another one afraid to answer the door. Life is so precious, so short, yet so good The ground hits the oak it splatters with mud Another friend gone, more hearts are broke We swallow it back, on misery we choke. Blank faces and eyes covered with a mask A pat on the back an arduous task To say goodbye to another loved one So precious to all, another mothers son. © ~GG~ 23/12/2012
15 years, 20 jobs 11 ambulance rides 15 people died moved 20 times countless admissions to a hospital the right to my own person overlooked 4 murders 2 suicides the police and psychiatrists covering their tracks lengthy period of punishment look it up in the charter of rights and freedoms war criminal doctorate in malpractice the biker gangs overtaking the police system a global enemy me your blond haired blue eyed poetic criminal 100 year war mission victom im sure even politicians and tv journalists have infiltration instruction to micromanage a society built on someone elses empire of lies prepare the funeral pyre the kiss and tell blackmail of sabotoge name one persons life today they have not completely destroyed among the homeless in your shelters you sniff out the senses of your enemies Egg in the church basket like the mafia who only takes care of their own the list of ancestries and family trees of guilty by association red carpet grave funeral party recruited for war instructed on their mission letter in the mail and no escape for them lost on an island global enemies sent different uniforms worn representing the doublestandards of their vile crimes police, and doctors, judges, and criminals alike the layers of your life to get to drug ring bosses stranded on this island to become a true war hero this time either dead before you get there or dead upon arrival survival instincts of the jail house maximum security island arrivals Global enemies of all sides sent to this modern bermuda triangle the global army insists upon it in the end we bomb the million stranded starving terrorists forced to die a hero the seven names on this list of enemy powers guilty by association in the criminal records Ha Ha Ha super soldiers im just a blonde haired blue eyed poetic criminal your 100 year long war mission finaly explained, your long term plan for survival Round em up everyone of them your global enemy that has caused this much confusion lead to the wars we fight today the truth remains unknown global enemies all around the world the terror that they spread like the rise of the hell's angels
Everyone is a child's child. Everyone is grown some little, some hardly at all. Everyone is one until they are none, no more.
Blackness, a dark version of me, badness, negativity. No matter how fast i run or were i run too your right behind me. Even the brightest sun doesn't destroy you, you only exist because of me. All i know is when i face the darkness you disappear, but to only return when the sun rises.
My mother's funeral was today I just left the funeral service Dad took her death pretty hard None of us saw it coming Her death made me start to realize Of how life is so precious and short As I started to drive back home I realized that I cannot waste anymore time So I'm going to take my wife to the city, Reserve a suite at the Hilton, Order us a bottle of champagne, And hold her tight in my arms She will probably wonder On why we are taking this trip But when if it comes to that I will just tell her: "Sweetheart, I love you with all my soul And we just need to get away So sit with me here And let us enjoy our second honeymoon."
Introduction: It's a piece dedicated to the lullaby of a different kind. It's something which has happened to many out there, but the experience is distinctively significant… A priceless surprise, silenced all in its tune By a soft heavenly cry, from the delivery room Only a few hours was the night; so young Where for the first time, she opened her eyes, While by her side her dearly loved one For the last time, closed her teary eyes Father held her near and resounded to her cry; But all mother could share was, this lullaby – The long last beep from the ECG Echoed her heartbeat…The last goodbye Happiness and sadness broke through the night With streams of tears for mother's plight; She never had the chance to hold her close But left precious prayers that never left her side As she came down to their hearts Her soul flew up high apart, The transfer of two lives through one, Their journey was complete and done Caught within that reverie He conveyed the Azaan through her ears, In the wake of such irony He fell down to prostrate in tears When all hopes seemed to end, father's prayer did transcend O' Almighty became her closest friend and had for her a Grande plan, Under HIS mercy and HIS guide, she flourished through the darkest nights To a new beginning – she set off to write.
Hamba Kahle*, Comandante Chavez! The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante, but the torch you lit, remains ablaze. You may have passed away from this mortal life, Comandante, but you have passed on, your immortal ideals. Today our hearts are heavy with sorrow, Comandante, yet you left our hearts so much heavier, with hopes of a more just tomorrow. The light may have gone out from your eyes, Comandante, but you live! You live! Hasta la Victoria Siempre, Comandante! Hugo Rafael Chavez Frias (1955 - 2013) * - "Hamba Kahle" means "go well" in Zulu
There was that not so pretty girl just trying to be good. She came to life born with a mind not quite right. But what a tragedy they all would say to have a child that is no good. She was a single mother raising her child. With a father that was barely around. She struggled but it was all out of love. She'd be the only one who love that little girl. The kids were cruel they left bruises when they beat her but they beat her nonetheless. Cause she was smart and she was just to pretty for a damaged girl. So they hurt her emotionally however possible they hurt her just to be cruel to that little brain damaged girl. The paramedics tried to bring her back but she was to far gone. The mother broke down in sobs when she saw her still daughter. The father had hid his tears as he saw his daughter fight throughout her life but no longer did they stay hidden anymore. They couldn't arrange a nice funeral so they simply buried her and said goodbye then they cried some more. But in the wind there was a child's unmistakable laughter only the mother would hear. Of her baby finally happy where she was.
These words I write with tear filled eyes, As a new dawn comes to light. Another day without you Son, Nor' a star filled winters night. Your Mother sends her love dear boy, As our hearts are torn in two. A Major came to see us Son, He brought us news of you. He told us of your courage, Of the fight that lay ahead. The soldier that we knew you were, Then he told us, " you were dead". You left for a tour of duty, With the army in your heart. We are proud to have had you in our lives, We won't always be apart. You fought for Queen and country, Now your duty sure is done. A man, a friend, a soldier, And my ever loving Son.....
Murder. My soul's contaminated with spit and you walk all over me- each and every single time- It's like I blink and you take one more slap whack! While my face red spurs out guilt of being a victim- the one who always to blame who is always wrong and does wrong- while you look down to me expecting. It's neverending and i'm unsympathetic as we speak. Now so vulnerable and familiar to your cursed speech lucifer's lies- becoming true between the lies you just start the fire. You don't know how to put it out, gassing it, lighter at hand yet you don't seem to care. And my emotions, they're toys- broken, stomped on, crushed. Like my loyalty is not enough, after I stand behind you, strong and neutral- while you whip my heart and test me some more. I've had enough. And you've had plenty of chances before, plenty of criticizing and it's too much, i'm not good enough I'm the "bad" friend i'm just not worth your time so this is the end.
"OMLET" or "The Taming Of A Screwball" cast of characters: Julius Caesar A Roman Teenaged Kid A Roman Guard Brutus A bunch of Caesars Girlfriends A bunch of Roman Senators Julius picked up the violin and looked at the kid. ""Et playdimus youdimus?"" he asked. "Nonimus!" replied the kid. "Cousinimus Nero playsimus." "Ahhhh," sighed Julius. "Prodigimus bratimus." Suddenly a guard ran in, waving his sword and shouting, "Mightymus Ceasermus! Brutumus et comingus!" Just then Brutus comes in, followed by a bunch of drunk senators. All of Caesars girl friends run offstage screaming in terror. "Ahhhh--Friendimus Brutumus..."" Julius said, putting his arm around Brutus' shoulder. Brutus took out a dagger and promptly thrusted it up Caesars bellybutton. "Ahhhhhhh--Brutumus!"" Caesar repeated. "Youdimus screwdimus meedimus." curtain (applause) © Ron Wilson
Enigmatic Lane This enigmatic lane- I've walked long. And now I see Only barren lands, A mere setting sun, And a vague horizon. I turn to look back Along this enigmatic lane. And then I see Those umpteen vicissitudes, Those sudden meanders, Those familiar turns, Those abrupt detours. Down this enigmatic lane, There have been Many a rich meadows, Many a bleak wastelands, Millions of pompous marches, Millions of disconcerting dirges, Several comforts of love, Several cruelties of reclusion. Along this enigmatic lane I may no longer tread, for- As I now halt, I ponder- Perpetuation has always been The ruse of fleeting phases, And what worth has it been To walk this enigmatic lane.
My dear beloved friend, I feel you late at night, Curled atop my feet, And keeping my heart alight. I see your sweet smiling face, Everytime I close my eyes, And feel you rub against me, With all the love you have inside. My loving baby girl, I feel you here beside me, Comforting me of all my pain, Your close to me once more, And I have not to weep as much, When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. RIP My Puppy Camille <3 I love you babygirl
In Loving Memory Mr. Charlie "Red" Ray Welch By Kimberly Hale Five a.m. strikes the hour when your heart gave in You fought the fight of your life you loved all family and friend Your smile so sweet your heart so true made everyone around love you Today you left to meet the Lord family gone before greeting you at the door No more hurts no more tears will ever come upon you again Just life love and peaceful rest in Heaven above you are so blessed We cherish our memories our laughs and smiles The great love and happiness you brought into our lives Goodbye is not forever only a small change with time For we all will be together again when God calls us all home Upon High Dedicated to Mr. Charlie "Red" Ray Welch – Born 11/14/1935 – Deceased 6/2/2011 – We will love and miss you forever © Kimberly Hale – June 2, 2011
Stroll through the Illest Empire So much heat feeling like we're living in the fire But we're living under fire Tell me how many shots must it take before my loved ones are crying at my own wake Its time for a break from sad eyes I've seen grown men cry It hurts to tell a loved one good-bye It's the same reason why they died Hearts just too full of pride Mothers praying their young'n wont be a victim of a homicide Too many drive-bys blood shed for a block you really can't call mine Wishing we could turn back time High off of nickels' and dimes Making moves to boost your grind looking for hope But the hustle got us in a head choke Don't blame me for acting crazy cause this how the streets made me and you To watch our back and throw bows and cuss Cause you got to be tough when times are rough I know your asking when will enough be enough And truth is I don't know but this is how it goes down But if I make it out will you smile for me now So many families struggling with poverty I don't judge cause that use to be me Watching mom come home late Barley any food on our plate So young and life we already hate Praying God bring us something great My clothes were cheap imitates and kids called you on them for being fake Knowing mom bust her ass to provide But all your knock offs you begin to hide Ashamed of what you own I know how you feel I been there too I see mothers walking there kids to school And the walk is far when you cant afford a car Mom hoping one day you'll be a star I know about being next to poor Your local neighborhood liquor market is your grocery store Wishing you didn't have to go through that living off of food stamps Cube the neighborhood is a trap but we'll all be free So smile for you and me Even 2pac said smile for me This isn't how its always going to be unless you let it be In our different way we're all a G Cause we're trying to make it straight legit Whatever your hustle never quit but don't lose yourself in it Cause you still got a long ways to go Still got a long time to grow Use what you know to get by or you wont survive Remember to always keep your dreams alive Whatever it is just do it and never try The limit is the sky so keep your heads held high And when you come to a hard road just always know nothing can keep you down You'll be able to come back around So give yourself a chance And I'll smile for you now JUNE '06 B.K.M.jr
One thing said about politicians They can gather money like morticians Who bring dead for burial That go to meet Gabriel While politicians greet contributions
The hood die young.. Written May 2008 When two young men from my city, Montreal got their lives taken away within days of eachother& too soon. Gone but never forgotten RIP RAMBO & NETSA ! & All the other fallen soilders xo The Hood Die Young I Was Always Told The Good Die Young & It Got Me Thinkin' All The People So Young We Done Lost Was From The Hood Society Claims Were Up To No Good, Puttin' Dirt On Their Names As They Layin' In The Mud BUT I Know They Just Lyin' Because.. The Good Die Young & So Does The Hood,So I Say The Hood Die Young Instead Doin' Anything To Break Bread, As We Know That Ain't The Reason They All Dead. God Had A Better Plan For Them Instead Our Challenge Is To Hold Our Head, As High As We Can! Remember We'll Meet Again At The Promise Land .. No Matter What We'll Be Sad! BUT Smile In Thier Memory Eventhough You Feel Like Life Ain't How It Supposed To Be, Breakin' Down Like This,However One Day You'll See The Pain In Your Heart Set Free & God Specifically Choose Them For The Reason There's A Time And Place For Everything And Their Time Was Done Hoods Are Cryin' 'Cause Hoods Are Dyin' Just Keep Your Head Up & Keep Prayin' Respect The Hood,Keep Showin' Loving 'Cause As You Know;The Hood Dies Young Regardless Where You Come From Stay True To You & Live Life How You Want To 'Cause That's How We Remember You. Written By Yours Truly; S.C Babyy ? REST IN PEACE TO ALL FALLEN SOLDIERS?
There once was an emperor who had a son a son who would need to learn lessons in mastermining to govern the world thus he gave his son a gift the lottery By doing proper math, formulating teams to purchase every possible ticket to win his own lottery a life lesson of a bribe to demonstrate his ability of doing some excellent math by mentioning this one day the emperor's son was ostrocised by society shunned, introduced to temptation after temptation drugs and alcohol held hostage by society driven to madness the emperor's son lit a house on fire to serve his prison sentence away to a mental institute where he was mentally and physically tortured through an abusive therapy of medications reverse psychology Not sure if my father is still out there if i'll ever get to meet him if i was kidnapped or switched at birth this is my story of a gift an emperor gave turned society into a disgusting life long experience while living constant punishment of how pointless life was formed their own teams using the emperor's son's formula rubbed their happiness and succes in his face proceeded to use their funds to keep their hostage miserable There is nothing worse in the world you can do to me it's all been done nothing worse than existance i know this from personal experience many of you were bribed and ready to do the wrong thing many of you who looked upon a tortured soul and couldn't see his pain just retaliate with more punishments for his imperfections nothing more than perfect emotions anyone would feel This is my story a truth i've never known or been told desire parental tests by some doctor who is not going to accept a bribe i deserve to know the truth it is definately my turn to have something good happen to me for the first time in my life when for the first time in my life don't be surprised to find it to be an overwhelming experience of one person's struggle to defend their own life discover their truth outwit their suppressors and overcome the knowledge a disgusting life experience that will never happen to anyone again I lived the root of all evil that you used as a weapon as i was claimed victom to your comandments you used to blackmail me with make me look like i was the antichrist do not lie about this start talking i'm sure there is a higher reward in freeing societies captive so he can meet his own father im tired of trying to comit suicide on christmas and my birthday
Mido Macia 1986 - 2013 Mido Macia was a 27 year old Mozambican man, working in Daveyton near Johannesburg as a taxi-driver, who was found dead in a police cell, after police savagely dragged Mr. Macia whom they had tied to their police van. The brutal incident of Mr. Macia being dragged was caught on camera and has shocked South Africa. The 8 police officers involved are facing charges of murder, and have been suspended from the South African Police Service (SAPS). This poem is an angry poem that I felt had to be written, because as a society, we need to ask ourselves and each other the hardest questions about xenophobia and intolerance and violence. Mido Macia 1986 - 2013 Death came to Mido Macia, a savage, brutal, hellish death came to Mido Macia. Death came to Mido Macia, death dressed-up in the colours of authority, as callous, vile, sadistic policemen murdered Mido Macia. The video-footage is blood-curdling, Mido Macia being dragged, his hands tied behind him, to a police van. But death came later to Mido Macia, death cheered, clapped, and tore into Mido Macia. Death came to Mido Macia, in the cells where they murdered Mido Macia. Death came to Mido Macia, a fuelled, cheered-on, instigated death came to Mido Macia. We are all culpable, every one of us is culpable, from racist 'jokes' emailed and texted, to self-righteous comments about the 'foreigners', from casual dinner-table conversations, 'they take our jobs', 'they are crooks' the 'they marry our women' kind of lunch-time chats, racist, xenophobic, hate-filled talk, to beating a human-being to death in a police cell, or on the streets of Cape Town, Johannesburg , and in Daveyton, where death came to Mido Macia. Mido Macia 1986 - 2013
' Talitha Cu'mi - - - Rise ! ... ' (Tal' i-tha cu' mi) (An Ancient Arabic/Syrian Phrase) (Mark 5: 41 / John 5: 28, 29 / John 6: 39 / John 10: 3-15, 27 / John 11: 23-27) 'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' Said The One Who Can Save All Lives Talitha Cumi ... Rise! Death's Cut Will Not Be Your Knife -- Talitha Cumi ... Rise! -- Talitha Cumi ... Rise! From Your Bed & Your Good-Byes Talitha Cumi ... Rise! Hear My Voice & Recognize -- Talitha Cumi ... Rise! 'Rise! From Upon Your Bed Greet The Brightest Day Instead Greet The Blessings On Your Head The Blood of Life For You I Bled -- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' -- 'Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' Said My Beloved Lord Jesus Christ 'I Covered You In My Sacrifice and You Praised Our GOD For That Price -- Talitha Cumi ... Rise!' -- 'Little One - Open Your Eyes Loved Ones - Dry Your Eyes 'Cause Resurrection Ain't No Lie Wake Up! ... and Walk Eternal Life!' Tal i-tha cu' mi ... Rise! Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/26/2013 by: MoonBee Canady Examples of a Resurrection: The Spring Season, Butterflies from Cocoons, A Buried Seed, A Healed Skin-Cut, A Revived Heart (and) A Human Being (and the song above is how I felt after my Lumpectomy Surgery) Oh yeah! MoonBee
I laughed out loud the other day, When in my head, I heard a voice, My right brain carried out its threat, And I shot my left brain dead.
Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you, I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw. I would give anything just to have you back, But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act. Now your miles & miles away, If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. I just hope your happy and okay. Since I cant tell you I love you to your face I'm writing you this poem to let you know our memories noone can erase and in my life noone will ever take your place.
Have You Thought About How Short Life Is? Have you thought about how short life really is? No one knows for sure how long they will live… Have you thought about the God who designed you? His wonderful creation daily surrounds you! Have you thought about how you'll spend your time? As each day, many thoughts go through your mind. Have you thought about the life you've been given? We've all sinned, but can totally be forgiven! Have you thought about the wisdom of God's word? The truth of scripture needs to be heard! Have you thought about kneeling to God in prayer? He patiently waits… And is always there! God thought about you a long time ago… Through Christ' death, he purchased your soul! God thought about you that day with Jesus' death… Even beyond when Christ took his last breath! He thinks about you each day that passes by! He has a mansion prepared for you beyond the sky! Won't you give to him your heart's attention? He can turn your life into a Godly direction! The life that you have is here for a brief moment… Please accept God's love and his precious atonement! By Jim Pemberton
And in the middle of the night, I would hold my pillow tight. I looked up in the ceiling, as my tears falling. It was keeping me awake, how long will this nightmare take? every detail I still remember, how my life changed on a late December. Struggling w/ myself, to understand what he felt, But it was clear, even if nobody would dare to say, what took his life that month of May. It was suffering & pain, that collided w/ the rain. one year, but seems to be eternity, On how to handle the cruel reality. It was the dawn of day break, that I woke up during his wake, to see if everything was real, to know the numbness that I feel. And it was never easy, to wait & see. how our life will be, Or how I would let his soul free. Every night I would still feel this way, hoping that he stayed. The tears blurring my sight, of the longing I feel every night.
The Old House and the New Home ©2011 C. Brent Cloyd I've lived in houses in the country side There with my family I did abide By the dust and gravel of a country road Much pride was taken in our humble abode I've lived in houses perched on a hill Many of which are not standing still They provided shelter in their time Provoked memories that make life rhyme I've lived in a house on a city street Where the neighbors came out at night to meet I've lived in houses made of wood and stone On avenues where children could safely roam I've lived in houses of mortar and brick Where driveways were paved and the grass was thick I've enjoyed houses far better than most Where friends would come and I could serve as host But my current house seems like a foreign land Where everyone wants to lend me a hand Living in this place is not my desire Of this arrangement I easily tire The time has come for me to leave To this old house I will not cleave I no longer want a cottage here below To a fine home in heaven soon I will go. I long not for a mansion or streets of gold But just a place where I will never grow old A place where pain and sadness are never more Where happiness is found on every shore I am eager, yes ready, to move out To possess my new home with a shout! The promised home Jesus went to prepare Death please come quickly, I want to be there.
Nymphomania Is all she can grant you along with a well spent night This femme fatale isn't something A man can't handle A sex-fiend straight from the chamber of Satan A desire so strong It won't ever feel wrong A mistress of melancholy She took over my soul The amphetamine addiction Of her deadly embrace Her sweet poisonous grace Her heroin laced lips Oh how her venom drips All beware of a sensual destruction The comely fatal femme This sexual gem Stay away from miss mayhem Disaster is what she is A taste of her could make you leave All other vices and loves Would you ever think of the price For an eternity you'll be condemne dEven just for one night with miss mayhem This vamp of pain all life she will drain, this is addicting whore Is all you will adore Exciting and erotic Using all fetishes against your soul Your wife will surely lament From this dreadful strife A mistress of melancholy She took over my soul The amphetamine addiction Of her deadly embrace Her sweet poisonous grace Her heroin laced lips Oh how her venom drips All beware of a sensual destruction The comely fatal femme This sexual gem Stay away from miss mayhem A plague of pleasure The flead rats couldn't even measure Against the scourge of men A mistress of melancholy She took over my soul The amphetamine addiction Of her deadly embrace Her sweet poisonous grace Her heroin laced lips Oh how her venom drips All beware of a sensual destruction The comely fatal femme This sexual gem Stay away from miss mayhem
The day I die I'll be free Free from pain Free from hate Free from a broken heart The day I die I'll find peace Peace from my mind Peace from my soul Peace from emotions The day I die I'll find answers Answers of life Answers of death Answers of pain The day I die I will laugh Laugh at my mistakes Laugh at my falls Laugh at myself The day I die I'll remember Remember my family Remember my first love Remember my friends
Love Is Dead Hope Is Dead Trust Is dead Death is dead Privacy is Dead Liberty is Dead God is Dead Nietzsche is Dead I'm Dead You're Dead He's Dead She's Dead We're dead Don't you want to be Dead too?
A cold, dead sun hangs in an unearthly black sky, Casting putrid light onto barren monotone, He finds himself afloat as frozen minutes pass by, No, not floating. Standing, in an of existence of his own, Observing an alien landscape, of which he is not a part, Detached from tearful events below, Watching people gather, whilst waiting to depart, The star of his own morbid show. His gaze scans the mass of gathered faces, Recollecting where each visage was first met, Memories of times, people and places, Some he loves to remember, some he longs to forget, He identifies each person and their place within the scene, Friends he held so dear and those he hardly knew, Neglected family gathered together on the green, With mother, still loving, despite all he put her through. And then amongst the crowd he spies her, The girl he would have married, if he'd ever dared, To dream a life joined with another, a life laid bare, But there never was a thing he wilfully shared, Not possessions nor life nor heart nor truth, Such things were his alone to be tasted, And this to him becomes the final proof, That his indeed was a life wasted. The quiet audience take a solemn stance, As the clergyman motions they are to begin, Pall bearers bring the box to the centre of this merry dance, No more than a shell of a man lies within, A stranger's words attempt to translate the soul, As his mother looks on dry eyed and brave, And the lonely box is lowered into the waiting hole, An empty man in an empty grave.
The Shot rings out... and then it's over. Done. And all the crying in the world, won't change a thing. People always say I wish I would have been there I wish I would have known I should have done something... said something... known something... Been there. Cared. Things could have turned out so differently. But the fact of the matter is... People always say these things later and never before... Never before its too late... And always at the funeral. (November 11, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin) (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
One day i woke up sun the day went on my mind continued continuous thoughts a day to perfect not real I come home love we go about our routine forever i waited for you lost i went to find you you were gone but you were there empty I think of you everyday you are gone but your still with me. one unreal sunny day i lost you and i feel so empty but I will love you forever. DAD RIP.
My golden one you're burning out of sight I try to follow your light This darkness pulls and pushes me away But our love will never wane Despite all of the pain You rapture me from my own mind When the razor calls me back Tell me these are all just lies Only illusions from my mind Deterring the pain away I'm with you There's nothing more to say Paradise is mine You Save me from desperation And I will fulfill all of your adorations You save me from desperation Nobody is in vain Though my life lived a lie You save me from desperation Our starcrossed world Destroyed by the ones who run from reality Condemn us you may But love will always find it's way You're worth it to be called mine Evenour bond is crime Begin the decay There's no more to say Eden's Heart separated us from the start You're all I need to be free Nobody is in vain So you found my meaning (chorus) Deterring the pain away I'm with you There's nothing more to say Paradise is mine You Save me from desperation And I will fulfill all of your adorations You save me from desperation Nobody is in vain Though my life lived a lie You save me from desperation Advocate Angel from above I put my heart in your hands I've fallen too deep A way to fulfill our love is what I seek I'm suffering, dying, trying To live but there's no life Without you Deterring the pain away I'm with you There's nothing more to say Paradise is mine You Save me from desperation And I will fulfill all of your adorations You save me from desperation Nobody is in vain Though my life lived a lie You save me from desperation
Drop to my knees and I'm begging Come back, don't leave me Do one more thing and I'll disappear I swear it, just wait and see Just put your hands around my throat Squeeze it as hard as you can Don't let go, don't stop it Clench until I am damned I'll close my eyes in silence, See nothing no more I'll gasp one more time This is what I'm asking for Please give me this And I'll walk away You'll never see me again Not after this day
Every time I think of you I'll see your smiling face In your hands you kept my heart And within my arms your embrace. We had our share of ups and downs We didn't always see eye to eye Remembering the times you made me laugh Made it easy to forget each time I cried. We always stood up for the good in each other And with God's help got rid of the bad What better a family could one man have asked for Than the one I've had. I thank you for all you've done I was blessed to have you at my side Your job as my guardian angels is done Now God's angels will be my guide. When I needed you most you were there for me Now there's nothing more to worry about Although God's always had it He's got it from here on out. This is how I will remember you.
Don't let yourself be scared, be confident. Don't hold your soul back, just let it take flight. Standing alone in an empty room admiring art from pictures of me and you. One glance back at the life you knew before, One last tear that wasn't meant to fall, One last embrace to know you were real, One last breath to make sure you were okay; One glance back. Sheltered in your arms, a curtain of love binds me. Hunger in your kiss, to know that you need me. But I'm standing alone in a crowded room filled with people admiring pictures of me and you. One glance back at the life you knew before, One last tear that wasn't meant to fall, One last embrace to know you were safe, One last breath to make sure you were awake; One glance back. You left me on my own worried sick about you, holding onto all that was left of you. The memory of you walking away, with my silent prayer hoping you would be okay. . . One glance back. . . One last tear. . . One last embrace. . . One last breath. . . One glance back at the life you had before, One last tear that was meant to fall, One last embrace to hold me through the night, One last breath just to see the mornin' light. One last glance. One last glance. . . One last tear. . . One last embrace that I hold dear. . . One last breath that saves a life. . . One last glance good-bye. . . Good-bye. . . good-bye.
Look at our three little boys all grown up. You'd be so proud of the men they are today. They think of you often and what'd you say to them today. I wish you could have been here to see them grow into the men they are today. Their no longer the little boys who use to need us to need us to make their bumps and bruices go away. Their now the strong men that have their own family's. You gave me three angels from above but, you were taken from us to soon. I know your always watching after them from above. Even tho their all grown up they'll always be our three little boys.
Another summer here alone why you left me so cold chilled to the bone it sinks in when i see you in stone I walk around in a daze forgetting the look on your face nothing fills my heart but empty space i showed you my darkest place They tell me that i will be okay but not today I cry from the last words i heard you say Living alone in this place i think of you so i can escape A place where i used to see you Happy and breathing but not anymore... A place where you died in pain It was a shame that you couldnt be saved This day i will remember because its the day that you went away
Two young children play outside the house, Inside a mother watches through windows folding a blouse. With the kids in the back she heads to the chair, When through the front window come soldiers, a pair. One is dressed like her husband the other more like a priest, Then came the knock, sounding like a relentless beast. Her mind said just leave them outside at the door standing, Her hand opened the door, on her knees she felt herself landing. The soldiers told of her husbands fate, Wanting them to just leave her tears could not wait. The two young children came in the backdoor, Seeing two soldiers and their mommy on the floor. The oldest asked mommy what is the matter, Come here my blessings, hugging, I will explain it later. Her world had flipped, turned upside down, He returned to her in a casket with a flag draped all around. They had to drive from the airport to their small country plot, She couldn't count the people lined along the road, but it was a lot. Each one waved a flag, some cried as if they knew her girls' dad, She'd never seen most of them, but seeing them now made her glad. She saw signs that read "Welcome home Hero" and she filled with pride, Even that couldn't stop the tears, at the gravesite she just cried. She stayed there saying goodbye, her family had to pull her away, She's glad they did for she wouldn't have left his side that day. She is exhausted, overwhelmed, she must sit down, Then she sees the photo of him in a Tux and her in a wedding gown. How could this be real, she's too young to be a widowed wife, He was her partner, best friend, the love of her life. Now the hours have past his vessel is in the ground, All the parties are leaving she's alone in their home, not a sound. She weeps in her chair alone in the dark no sound but the clock, God help her find strength, a way to move forward, after the knock.
If I had just one breath Just one more to take Before I find myself At the golden gate If Just one poem was left Burried deep within my soul Trying to express my heart This my last and final goal I'd tell my Mother this, Thank you for your love Since I wont grow old on earth I hope I'm just like you above I'd tell my father this Please be good to her And in case you didn't know Your daughters love is pure To the little sister I hold so very dear Keep your dreams at hand For they're so very near To the oldest one To whome I've kept so high I've always seen your beauty It's on the in and outside The one who has brought, So much knowledge to my life If it wasn't for you, Nanny I would still have pain and strife To the one I love Forever mine you'll be But please carry on my dear I just want you to be happy As I drift away on my last breath Learn from my love My joy, you can attest My life, it may be short Here, in this place But don't worry about that My soul is now with grace
An angel. I thought I saw an angel today when I was remembering you. You are in my waking day, I dream its just me and you. When I go and walk a while I think your by my side And then I remember the truth of it all and that you had to die. I don't know why im so confused They say death is part of life But you were so little my love You had not lived your life. They say you have gone to heaven And that you are a star But I don't believe them, not at all I just know that you are far I hope one day I will see you again And we will smile and laugh and dance And I wait with anticipation for the day That I will get another chance. I love you
Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? Don't you know Deridre's Gone? I stepped into room 8-16 only to feel tragedy The gatekeeper says your addicted to your pain A lifeless cold barren soul put In the closet with the shades Will he ever let you out? How many days will this passion bleed away We will be the ones to blame Beware we've became their prey An exodus from pain Her life spent breathing in shame Am I the one to blame Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? "my decadence was just for you Though you have never cared what I've been through Enter a world where empathy is clandestine A world created by thee, just for me The destruction in my mind Is why you want to throw the stone Today I go past the gate'' I call your name towards nightfall's reign But the guards take you so far away A dark angel so divine Cursed by the ones of Eden's Heart I will avenge every tear An exodus from her pain Her life spent breathing in shame Am I the one to blame Don't you know Deirdre's Gone? Don't you know Deirdre never said wrong Don't you know Deirdre's Gone?
I drew wings all over me and for a brief period of time, I felt that I could fly. However I cannot stress the brevity of this period; [it was only about 7 seconds], after which I hit the ground and thought, "How silly of me to jump, for I am no bird!" This is when the birds took notice and pecked me to pieces. It was a pretty good last day.
With their Talons they Rip And from your Blood they sip With their poison Lip In Pain you must Dip They already know your Life's length Rate invoking every Hate This is what lies beyond the Glimmering Gate This is your Sanguinary Fate
I know you love and miss me still You always have and always will I am still with you and a part of you knows But it still hurts because the body's eyes do not show I did not leave you I never will Even so, this part of the journey is like climbing alone uphill So don't be surprised and I know you will When you realize I AM here still.....
Moonlight shines down on my cold, pale face I am alone, her raven calling, I am disgrace Falling as the willows weep, I hold her in my arms as she struggles to breathe Rosaline, my one love divine. You are sacred You are mine Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline. Happened that Grim reckless day when the shadows began to play Beauty detonated in my trust No more, no more will there ever be a witch so grand, as to bring back my Beloved Rosaline Sorrow cuts it's way into my heart It is the locked key, the one you keep Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline So leaving this Tragic scene I vanished from Rosaline's sight Nevermore will there ever be a witch so grand, as to bring back my Beloved Rosaline Her voice rising above the water Beautiful Rosaline sang silently to me The whispers trailing off her fingers, as she faded into the darkness My beautiful angel has vanished again Goodbye my Beautiful Rosaline. Enchanting she sang to me, in the everlasting light of peace My beautiful siren walks again Goodnight my Beautiful Rosaline
What did she say when you told her you still loved me? Did she turn away or try to disagree Did you think about her or how she would be? No you were only thinking about me. She stands there now, all alone Facing her fears of the unknown Turning her head on what she's once known Realizing now, she's on her own With no one around to help her choose She stands her ground, not ready to lose Her head held high while hearing the news To accept her fate, she must refuse She tries and tires with all her might To win you back every night She has no plans to give up the fight Any hope is out of sight Her heart is now filled with hatred Will all the love that you desecrated With just that one sentence that you stated Her entire life is now dated Did you ever stop and try to think, Just how far she would sink? How close she was to the brink? Or how it could all end with just one drink? Just one drink to end all the pain Just one little sip to break the chain Just one to do the job, to her disdain Just one and she will die in vain. You don't even care to attend her funeral To you she was just a girl that you could treat cruel How could you be such a fool? You don't even know of the fire you've fueled. You come to my door and ring the bell You send thousands of messages to my cell Repeatedly the words "I LOVE YOU" you yell But for all I care you can just go right on to hell I don't want you anymore you Silly boy I am no longer your stupid little toy As for the loneliness you feel now, I hope you enjoy Because you had your chance and my love you destroyed. I am my own person without you I no longer rely on your every move I am no longer clueless on what to do I know now I can move on to someone new. As for the girl that you threw aside I hope you think of her every time you cry You're the whole reason that she died If you wanted someone to love, she would have been there by your side. She would have loved you the way you love me But you never opened your eyes and seen what there was to see I'll never love you no matter how hard you plea So wallow in your self pity, you'll get no remorse from me I hope you drown in your misery Thank God that sad little girl is finally free Thank God I knew it was time to flee This is goodbye, so don't bother calling me.
My great, great, Uncle who fought in the Spanish-American War, although this was long before my time I was proud, my hero… As told to me, he was in the Battle of Manila, he lost his life on March 30, 1899 in this Battle… Sending all the bodies of the heroes who fell on the Manila battlefield were brought to their respective homes… The boy who gave his life for his country in the Spanish and Philippine Wars, arrived in Osceola Monday at 10:45 a.m. for burial near his family home… War is a terrible thing, but freedom Is not free and it is a must! By Sandra Lea Hoban ©2012
My rage builds up inside This is the face that cried The body that died The world that has no more space This is the hand that bruised your face The blood I taste The depression deep inside my soul These are the hands that are so cold The hate that can't unfold The life placed upon Thee' These are the eyes that cannot see The things that should not be The shame that was placed This is the mistake that cannot be erased The time we have left to chase The words that were spoken too clear These are the ears that cannot hear The friend who is no longer near Shayla Dendinger
she worshipped money clinched it 'til the day she died; then creditors came
Thadd Baker Friend Father Husband Mentor Brother Son A life cut short A family left to grieve Gone but not forgotten You are always here with us Dad my special friend A loss so sudden. Your life brought to a sudden end. Fear not your memory will never fade your star shines bright So Sailor on Sailor Fair Winds and Following Seas
It's like we're doing them people a favor Showing them, that we own up to what they say; Stereo types isn't the way, But we as blacks are proving them right.. They believe that we'll kill eachother before the Last night, & all our women gone fall a victim to the streets, Weak minded; Not even having our children anything to eat.. The only good thing we got going for ourself Is education, & that aint gone support the whole nation.. Come on nie, We gotta take stand! Teach our children how to believe in Themselves, Show our mothers that they Can make it without a man! Prove to our fathers, That they'll regret they Neglected us! Tell our brothers the "Freak" that noise, & Stop that fuss! Its like we all against Eachother, But it shouldn't be this way, We gotta get it together some day; Them people know what they doing… Pretending to solve these crimes, But knowing their using the same line, Only place they wanna see us is the cemetery, Hmm.. Or maybe jail? But if we don't make there, Best to believe: They hoping we on the High way to hell, But we gotta prove em' Wrong, Its been too long, Take a stand, Cause black women don't need any man, Children needa believe in themselves, Fathers should regret the neglect, & our brothers need to stop the fuss, I'm trying not to cuss, But all this frustration just built up Inside, Its kinda hard to hide! Think about it: Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King, Malcom X.. & More, fault For our freedom; Now we got it, & we abusing it, Kinda like our fathers try our mothers, But that's a whole other subject, We gotta get it together & that's a bet(: Inspired by 2Pac Words of Wisdom(:
My creator. So far from me but so close. No matter the suffering, the love is unconditional. I push through each day. Remembering your face, our conversations, your comfort. My creator the ultimate comprehension of my soul. you know my soul no matter the scars. No matter the pain I push to the next day. I try to remember the good and justify your ghost. My creator I hope you are with me someday again.
A world only meant for perfection Sophie can Hardly Breathe Have you ever thought about Imperfection's Beauty? Don't Look to the east, stay here with me We are The Sick We Are The Chosen Just to see--Just to be Imperfection's beauty
"nothing lasts forever" not the day or the night, or your love- but it's not true. The past remains as the present descends, nothing to stay forever but there all the same. And when we fear it creeps to quick we see loss in place of passed, whereas to have known is always knowing. A fortune beyond value.
Don't take the person that is dearly to me. You've taken to many people that are dearest to me You are the angel of death You bring unhappiness in my life and other people around you You don't care if the deserve to die You mad people dpress and you make them do something stupid Your the grim reaper The angel of death
I had a talk with God Just the other day He invited me to his kingdom And then asked me to stay. He said the time had come For me to leave my earthly home To come to live with him And be seated by his throne. All my troubles, pains and worries Were to very soon subside He said my new life begins today So I went ahead and complied. I know it doesn't seem fair But everything's gonna be alright God is taking care of me now As I rejoice in His light. When He saw what was happening He didn't want to see me suffer He came down to protect me His love became my buffer. My friends, my family those Who were with me my last days I'm sorry to have broken your hearts But this was the only way. I know it's hard to understand Why it had to be this way Even more why it was me I truly can not say. All I know is I did What God asked of me to do As for which I was rewarded When He said "I love you." So don't be discouraged Our day will soon come again Keep me in your hearts and memories We'll be together in the end.
night cantors into the mind, a sable tail paints blackness to the eye sky nymphs straddle the moon... singing spider sprints across the faceless dream soul woven in silky-slick yesterday bike bells,pigtails, sweet lemonade bitter scythe swings a rancid promonade put a chew toy upon the train tracks for certain the puppy found its way youth violently tossed aside , diamonds turned into clay where's the sun when life marches cold sun tender heart slung to icy bays but the sun will softly turn the blinds, put rainbows into burned out eyes, all things will scar with a stitch of time {like bent berries on winters tangled vine}. green shoots will bouton sky into songs place gentle moss over jagged rocks turn the day back into diamonds.. age back into daydreaming brooks
Having flown with you. Having watched you wither. Beauty remains, But the most beautiful has blown away. Memories remain. Mementoes remain. Hate the remains of my life without you. Mistakenly You have taken me To the open, angry earth. You have left me to claw my casket. Scraping, Scratching, Spastically striving... To escape, To survive. I'm alive! Withered, Wired, Watch the whimsical poet. Flying, Frying, The bastard with the bowl. I had five days to choose the chosen. Five days to direct the destiny of the predestined. Five days done gone by... Loved no one. Felt so low. Felt I was going nowhere... There was nowhere to go. Felt I knew no friends... There were no friends to know. Solitary. I have succumbed to seclusion. Beat down. Feeling the dry ground. Fearing the melodic sound: My desperate breathing. My own heart beating. But my fears could not imagine the depth of lonliness.
The time has come For me to say goodbye, I'm going home to Jesus Please don't cry. I love you all unconditionally Without a doubt, From the oldest to the youngest There's nothing to be sad about. I know this won't be easy Because it's hard for me too, Knowing I'll see you all again Keeps me constantly thinking of you. To all my sons and daughters Instill in your children all that is good, So they'll learn to seek to understand Before being understood. Grandchildren, continue to do well As you have always done, Extend your hand to one another Until you all become as one. To all of my other family and friends I truly do love you all, But do understand my phone is ringing And I must answer this call. Keep me in your hearts Know I've always loved you, I have lived a full, complete and content life And it's because of all of you. Forever Yours With Love, Mom
All stars could be brighter All hearts could be warmer If i could find a place in your heart youve written a sad song the one i found you were laying on the floor holding it close to your heart I dont think i deserved this My heart turned into ice Melted at the sight of your pictures I held your hand while you were sleeping in your casket I kissed your cheek While people passed your viewing Youve written a sad song the one i found you were laying on the floor Holding it close to your heart What would it take for things to be quiet? passing the sound of your voice While laying on the bed we once slept in Holding eachother for warmth youve written the saddest song No one can recover Our last memory of you Laying helpless on the floor I could have done better Finding my way into your heart
They wanna say that I feel dead inside; I'm no more dead than that tree in the yard. The one with no color, no sense of direction The one left abandoned, the one by the road. The one that kept growing, though nobody liked it – The one that kept living, through all of the torture. As weird as it sounds, I kind of admire it, that tree. Every year, it falls down. Nature kicks it, beats it, leaves it left for dead. Every year its covered by the ashes of the past year, And like the phoenix, rises every year for another beating. I know I said I was like the tree, but I'm not. That tree is strong, noble even. Standing tall in the realm of undead, it's a symbol, A beacon that there is something beyond the darkness, Beyond the barren, beyond the white…
Alone, alone and watching the midnight full moon Alone, alone and carrying a curse that should feel like a boon Alone, alone in a lonely house and peering into the wintry, foggy gloom Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a loon. Alone, alone and staring into the fire Alone, alone and sinking, into the bog, into the mire Alone, alone in the heart of the woods and watching a burning pyre Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is a liar. Alone, alone and looking into my soul Alone, alone and knowing, never can I fill this hole Alone, alone in a dark void and surviving without a goal Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is not whole. Alone, alone and standing, facing the sea Alone, alone and not knowing what might be Alone, alone in the darkness and feeling it creeping over me Alone, alone in a big, bright world and it seems the only one alone is me.
in Cezannes colour of blue ...? think it through and feel it out; yes, if it's under-understood, it'll be over-stated and over-the-top -- It'll bring restraint 'round the swelling of that voice inside, which shudders to jab with the tongue -- It'll watch for dissonant growls and raucous rants all diseased by your need to disagree... between your terminal-shadow of despair, where your dark inadequacy lingers, it'll dismantel your misery and unravel your fear -- pieces of you, that're not nearly risen ... they'll make short work of the inviolate rhythm of your suffering; in the simple words of death, -- forever
Trapped behind these bars I grow anxious and continuously scheme For a way to get out. But this cage is extensive And its door is a long ways out. I try to squeeze through, but they constrict And ultimately I fail. I am strong but these bars won't bend. Its useless and I am spent There is no more fight, my flame-extinguished I am rationed-it keeps me weak Eyes strained and muscles sore I surrender. With eyes closed, I give in to this abuse Losing my conscious with every lash and lick. Then I wake up from that nightmare only to hit my head on an even lower cage ceiling And it starts again. But there is no door and I have no rations. The claustrophobia sets in, and the air is heavy. Like breathing in cotton, I struggle And loose feeling; due to the lack of oxygen My lungs stutter and protest but they can't be filled Hardly the energy to produce a tear, I blackout instead. Only to wake up, cramped in a stale box. Its quiet and I can't breathe. The only company I have is the sound of my heart. The beats are slow and muffled, as it desperately tries to pump blood. I still can't feel anything-But I think its cold. I've been suffocating for what seems like hours. Its been a week and my mouth is dry with dirt, I can no longer open my eyes. Its been awhile and no ones noticed. The sound of my heart has escaped my ears, I think its cold but i still can't feel. I re-live death, Stuck in Limbo By Nicholas A. Bello
There is something in air, that is empty As it collects the soul far and near The approach is silent yet strong Signaling as body falls to ground Angles of death are doing their duty . ............ Written in the memories of few people who passed away last few weeks, a bachelore of 45 a lad in 20s a father in 50s ............
=Ode to Sir Paul Reeves What a magnificent servant you were Serving God And serving Man in plight Nothing but your quite demeanour To disarm the most cantankerous and disagreeable alike You served the Church You served the public You live to serve and thought nothing of it Now your bright spark has vanquished And only a memory of you remain Recalling what you have done Have destined you for fame We who remain are lessened by your absence Salute you and your deeds That we take heed of your lessons So farewell dear friend and think of us fondly As you reside in your heavenly abode While we below find something to fill the hole.=
In the beginining, There was a girl. She was on a rollar coaster. She saw her crush. He ignored her. He thought she was annoying. He thought she was petiful. Little did he know, She would die that day. Here's her story. --------------------------------------------------------------- Little, little girl, No cares in the world. Bruises on her face, Crazy on her trace. Little, little girl, Little, little crush. Little, little love, Little, little to much. Only on a rollar coaster, Would she believe, She was air. Carelessness filled her head, Little, little so much dread. The boy she liked, Walking around with so much might, Little, little did he know that she would die. Little, big circle coming up, She was on bottom the cart on top. Watching the cart fallin', He didn't know she was calling, His name. Heaven reached to her, But she kept herself on earth, Until she could see him again. Only on a rollar coaster, Would she believe, She was air. Carelessness filled her head, Little, little so much dread. The boy she liked, Walking around with so much might, Little, little did he know that she would die. Tell him, tell him how you feel, Little did you know it would feel so real. Now that she was dead he started thinkin', Was she crazy or was she worth loving? Only on a rollar coaster, Would she believe, She was air. Carelessness filled her head, Little, little so much dread. The boy she liked, Walking around with so much might, Little, little did he know that she would die. Now she's going to heaven, So many things she hasn't done. She sees the door and, Remembers her amore. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------- Later that night, After he saw her die, He commited suicide. His parents found a note from him. "I saw her die, I love her, I am going to be with her. I'm sorry" He didn't go to heaven, Neither did she, They are both stuck in limbo, At least they have each other.
All my bags are packed, I'm standing at your door, I don't want to go back, I'm looking for more. All my bags are packed, I'm standing at the gates of pearl, I don't want to go back, I want the Lord to say I'm his girl. All my bags are packed, I'm waiting on God to open the gate, I don't want to go back, And lead me by the hand by eight. All my bags are packed, I love you but I'm not scared anymore, I don't want to go back, Oh please let me go forevermore. All my bags are packed, Don't want to feel so alone, I don't want to go back, God is calling me to his home. All my bags are packed, I'm leaving this place, I don't want to go back, I want to feel God's warm embrace. All my bags are packed, On Earth I feel so sad, I don't want to go back, On Heaven I'm very glad.
Dark Depression Suicidal Thoughts 11-18-08 William L. Moore Let go of all the strife Just snuff out my life Make a strong fist And Slit my Wrist Make me cry Hope to die Call to get help Only to Yelp I can not stall Just end it all Would anyone care? If only I dare Would someone come by? To check, to say goodbye No one would crave The stink that would Rave This was written when the whole world was falling down around me. When life was not important any more.
Cant build a thing The chains holding me down Have slowly rotted over time I need a soul that carries on through the pain (when the walls start collapsing again) Give me a heart the ceases to fail Despite the infection within Dont take for granted this world we live in Nevermind the fragile dirt we all end in Time has had its way with me The trail ive walked down Has Fastly Deteriorated I need a soul that carries on through the pain (when the walls start collapsing again) Give me a heart that ceases to fail Despite what you will find in me Dont take for granted this world we live in Nevermind the fragile dirt we all end in
You left my brother Came back a man Should hear our proud father Speak of you How you've done him And momma proud Sister Jane and Katherine Down the block Never seem to have anything But you to talk about Oh if you only knew the loving All the girls around here Say you've missed It's a good bet You'd never have left But leave you did Nothing can change that now In a way it's good to know Exactly where you are We need never again worry If that old truck of yours broke down Leaving you to walk home in the rain It's a good thing really Now we can all get some sleep Granted, not as much as you But we will in our due time Just want you to know These tags of yours Will never leave my neck You, will never leave my heart For no matter why you left Or how you came back You still are And will always be My brother
I really never could have dreamed or even pictured the day That the lord would take you from me but he toke you away I deeply wish he would have toke me but instead he choose you And now i'm lost out in this world not know what i should do I lost a special part of me you are my heart and my soul I seem to feel so incomplete because you made me feel whole I never thought that at this moment i'd be having to cry While thinking of you for a minute as i'm watching the sky I see your face out in the darkness as i'm closing my eye's And Sam it's hurting at this moment as i'm saying good bye I hope you're listening to this words because they're not filled with lies Yea you can see my deep emotion for the tears in my eye's I never had a broken heart until that day i lost you And on that very same day i lost a part of me to Now while i'm still down on this earth i'm still going to do what i do But keep a seat right beside you because i'm going to meet you there boo...........................
Hmm, a photograph Two quarters and a dime A half written note A set of tags A few keys and credit cards Driver's license and I.D. Surprising what fits In an ole shoebox A few clothes thrown together Some well pressed An old pair of sneakers And well polished shoes A mind full of memories A room full of emptiness No doubt the room Will be filled again The box handed over And the memories lived I'd just rather not Be holding these tags Through the silenced laughter Echoes the days we knew How with hair on fire How high we flew Larger than life Now within my hands In what I hold So much more is told Than a few items in a box For what lies within Is a life well lived Cut much too short For a greater cause So surprising it is What fits in an ole shoebox I'd just rather not Be holding these tags And damn my friend I so want you back
the rain will fall, from the sky. thunder will crash loudly. lightning will strike the ground. the day that death becomes her. tears will fall frim the faces, of figures dressed in black. the earth will weep, along with them. the day that death bocomes her. clocks will still, and time will stop, none will draw a breath. clouds will turn the blue sky black, the day that death becomes her. all is quiet, and all is still. no sound is heard, no move is made. the loss will last, and the pain will be felt, the day that death becomes her.
One deadly power play against human struggle Against sin Death Is the devil Jesus call the devil "murderer" The father of lies Saint Peter warns his followers Be sober, be watchful The devil stalks around Like a roaring lion Seeking someone to fall The devil has the power of death Fear of death, the root of other fears Struggles against ordinary fear we face in life Fear of pain, of being forgotten, not having enough Not accomplishing enough Getting old Being faded in some way All find their power source In the fear of death We will try not to answer to devil's strategy We will do all we can To avoid these fears Have you ever lied? Have you ever put others down? Have you ever sought revenge? What do all examples have in common? Engaging simple behavior, to avoid something we fear Devil leads the human race to a habit pattern of sinning Through sin, ever-deeper forms of bondage Manipulating our fear of death His ultimate goal is to make us his slaves, to lead us to eternal death
smell the roses now stop, breathe in before you are buried beneath them.
So, there you are Returned from fighting another mans war Heard you're quite the hero Good for you my friend Twenty years young Couldn't wait To kick some terrorist ass And so you did So very well indeed I hear Now you're back Nothing more to kick What are you to do with yourself Lying there as you are Look at all of us here To welcome you back Can you not hear the joy Can you not see the happiness Or is it all hidden behind the tears So here you are returned In a flawless uniform Lying there all smug and confident With a peaceful look Here you are returned Fresh off the plane In a nice tight package Here you are returned To never leave again Good to have you back my friend Only wish it could have been Without the box
to think he finally found his answer to releif, would only leave pain and greif. to end his own suffering and pain. what would friends and family have to gain? his life felt pointless thanks to past pain,abuse, and lifes trials and tribulations. suicide was not tha answer, if he only knew he shoulda been thankful. what he went through was horrible yes but staying possitive was tha test. everything happens for a reason, to find strength in god to breathe another season. this was not destiny nor fate. he had a whole life ahead of him now its to late. now near a casket they sit at his wake. maybe it coulda been prevented if he knew he wasnt alone instead of taking a life in his own home.. Reach out your not alone god has a purpose for all us.....
Welcome to the old you Hello, Hello, Despair so Crude, Dreams are gone Yet we still follow the old Path Where empathy kills And the Sympathy we find is another Lie You were born to deceive A puppet-master of emotion Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Exchange pleasure for pain It's all coming t you The facade of Joy falls again Violet Hearts crush easy Your Pain you don't Want this Your Sorrow, You Want This Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Back off this fixation while you have a chance Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Sorrow-- My Emotional High Who Would Want To Be This Cold? Better to be Frozen than Numb Who Would Want To Be This Cold?
Massacre at Houla. She was no more than 10 years of age. He could have been a grandfather. Young, old, women, girls, men, boys. 108 lives. Now they are buried, in hurriedly dug graves, on the plains of Houla. Killed by knives, shot at point-blank range, slaughtered, mowed-down. 108 lives. Snuffed-out. Decimated. Taken-out. 108 lives. As Damascus lies blatantly, spewing forth untruth, 108 warm, dead bodies, remain buried, in hurriedly dug graves, on the plains of Houla. 108 lives.
All of those words and emotions Are tired of lingering in my throat and Mind I want to caress them onto you But how can I? Anon. there might be a time in our days I want to tell you-- I'm worthless, Broken, Diedre, Torned, Discarded, Abuse The past shouldn't control the present but it lingers in my spirit The words need to come out The Darkness with Them What if the truth couldn't set me free, save me from this candled day Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil Shrouded against our will too scared to show our bare Vulnerable Shadowself It was the ignorance's bliss that caught you The Knowledge creates a burden Too Difficult to Maintain or was it I? trying to be part of your soul The Decay of Your Heart Sadness can be cured by a few words Despair is a disease of the Knife The Eclipse stole the Sun's Sinlight Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Underneath the Grove lies something dark, haunted, and confused Hidden in Life aren't we all abused Why can't Eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil I can't discard the decay But I'm still entrouved by the past days why can't eyes see what lies beyond The Sixes and Sevens Veil You can to try to condemn the pain Inside But only I can feel the Decay of my heart I know the quill is better than the razor But only I can feel the Decay of my heart Remember your eyes are hazed by bias lies But only I can feel the Decay of my heart
I have so many wounds that there is no way they can ever be healed. The kindest of hearts, I have turned them against me- running from and distrusting their intentions. I have hurt a lot of innocent souls that deserved so much more love and sacrifice. My heart screams for compassion as my diseased brain confuses my thoughts into a foggy web of unnatural feelings and unfounded sadness. The meaning of my pain and frustration hidden in words no human can translate. Where is the peace promised through love that exists only by voices from the past? What is truth but not a whisper of perception? Tears fail to sooth my weary spirit as it screams to escape a hell of battered flesh. Fear drags me into darkness and into crevasses that deepen each moment of every hour as I await my inevitable demise. The meaning of life may not be as elusive as pondered. Death is the destination therefore life must be the adventure, the trip from death to death. Before we live we are dead so death is our beginning and our end. Life is death in waiting.
the crowds taking the subways enter the underground below upon waking to rise up to work in the clouds above only to go back in the evening down through the underground low upon leaving to home to family to final rest in the underground or in the clouds above
The thoughts of you, brings tears to my eyes. The tiny eyes, that I'll never get to look into. The tiny hands, I'll never get to hold. My heart breaks, when I think about, the tiny heart I'll never get to feel, the tiny voice I'll never get to hear, the tiny body I'll never get to hold closely. So tiny, So small. but our love for you, so strong.
She is so sweet to me Her lovely lullabies are my fix An angel on earth she is With her voice she could break the lunar love She is my muse But where did she go My angelic-gothic queen A siren has fell What is left to take her place A wench from the south Such a terrible fate for her band of legends Tristania has surely died
One by one the stars fall down, As I slowly leave the ground, By some force I cannot see, But I know it comes from me... The sky above has left the air, Standing still so I can stare, Thru the clouds while trumpets sound, As the shockwave splits the ground... What's above I do not know, But the bible tells me so, with words that fill me so serene, Just like I'm living every dream... And in the distance I can see, Ones thought lost that wait for me, Wrapped in scripture with a scroll, Thats was the key to free my soul... What I thought would come to end, Is what I'm taught as I ascend, With my crown of thorns for kings, As an angel gives me wings...
I have forgotten the willow weeping in the field How it brushed closely to the Earth As the sunshine would glimmer through Highlighting the wild flowers in bloom Home to the sparrow and once a year The turtle dove would tour through its branches. ~ I remember the golden sunset It would paint the sky with purple, reds and oranges Majestic upon the encroaching night In breathless awe I would watch As the clouds explode like rainbows And the calm of the moment breeched serenity. ~ I can picture two hands The gentle embrace of two lovers Walking the sandy shores near the ocean And the sun would caress the waves With shimmering dance As the winds would part, circling Embracing the beauty of love. ~ And I can remember tears Suffering, how it can encompass us Burdening even the most willful soul Stripping away beauty and desire Leaving only the tear stained pillow And the decision to say goodbye. ~ it is to not, the passing Every day the blind eye escapes to see The beauty within the life The nature within the beauty And when death takes trespass upon us We take back the glimpses forgotten And say goodbye. ~ By: Darren J McMurray March 22, 2012
Sitting on the verge of insanity, unable to show the tiniest bit of humanity. Having a breakdown in the middle of life, losing my every will to fight. With a noose hanging in the back of my brain, finding the strength to breathe difficult to maintain. Unable to talk to the ones I love the most, I am losing all my sense of hope. A worthless soul in a hollow shell, just waiting to walk that lonely staircase to hell. Forsaken by God and all the saints, a timely death surely awaits. Hopefully it's fast and not too slow, when the reaper comes knocking on my door. If I have to cease to exist, a hail of bullets is what I wish. To die like a gangster in his prime, my heart will stop on a dime. But when I am gone please don't mourn, only rejoice the peace after the storm.
I'm Back From the Grave I've come back and this time I'm here to stay.nothing going to kill me this time,I planned to strive to live and to make strong hold on what I have. You've never seen it,you've never felt it,being six feet under and back again.death is scary death is something i never what to see again.If you learn something new you become excited but what if you found something that should never be found never be touch by something living.I'm back from my grave back form six feet under i left a coward I've come back something like a tree who won't fell ad plan to live until the day everything falls.and all else tells it like saying "honey,i'm home"
And even words which once did flow So freely from this pen, Desert me now and fail to show The person I was then. This jubilee you came to see, The happy circus show, Packed up their tents, washed off their paint; Exposed, they had to go. They've left me here alone inside A broken house not mine. No more abide, sweet suicide; Complete your tender crime. It marches on as we all know, It stops for not a man. If I but could erase the past I would, and start again.
Land of Graves A land of graves makes for quiet neighbors. He who blessed or cursed extant thereupon remains Shall suffer little disturbance at the will of his resting countrymen. The deep silence of an irrevocable sleep pervades his surrounds. His own sleep mimics that of his departed brethren But that kin to living rest is a far colder, everlasting condition. Lest it be by the appearance of some revenant, His nights will be those of uninterrupted stillness. The surface of this vast earthen sarcophagus is adorned with faltering monuments- The souls of their corresponding constituency have long-since dispersed in nihilum- Leaving playing children and Springtime Sunday-afternoon-passersby To speculate on their origins and exits, lives and times. But make no mistake this is not a wholly moribund environment. There is life in this soil yet. There is an irrepressible profusion reclaiming This tomb from its own looming finality. The tomb is rendered womb by its power. The tomb-womb is green. It is a garden, a park, a yard and an arboretum. It is a charnel conservatory of the deceased, yes, but this sepulchered meadow Exists as much if not more for those with air in their lungs and blood In their veins as it does for those buried beneath its grassy lawns. Though in little more than a generation even the freshest entries into its Assembly will receive only sparing or incidental visitation. The ancestry hobbyist and the armchair genealogist will pay their homage. The digger of graves and the mower of lawns will be more frequent still. Is maintenance in the face of inevitability an exercise in courage or folly? Perhaps it is just necessary for life to go on.
Life is short But this time It was bigger They all tried so hard To forget her The rumors spread That she was dead She didn't blame them They didn't know It hurt the teacher Hearing what they all said The maddness They could not stop Nor the rumors She lived her life The way she thought God had sought Cancer. it was painful No kem No radiation Abuse. She was rasied with it Abuse only mad the Cancer hurt worse The halls The looks The pain It crowded her thoughts As a senior she was Determined to graduate Still going to school She refused to not go A week before graduation It happened suddenly Walking in those halls Getting those looks The pain worsened She got paranoid Down she went Laying there in pain Watched the world Around her fade to black.
The women stood in front of the table Her sad hands Empty Hallow With nothing she looked at her daughter smiles and laughter i wish her the best nothing less the sun shines on your golden hair i love you, dear Dont get hurt promise me you wont take my hand one last time forever more say that you must smile dance laugh sing just promise me you will dream when i fade to grey you are getting older you have a life children of your own you start to cry clutch to my hand ill never leave im always here Clinging...
Even though you're gone, you're still with me here. Forever I await you, silent in tears. Breathing is like bleeding the pain of my soul, finding my way back to the path is like finding the light and you're guiding me safely home. Damned to eternal battle, you had the will, but lost the fight. Goodbye is now forever, and not just for the night. If I reach Heaven will I find you there? My question lingers in the cold and hollow cemetery air. Frozen you lie at my feet, your stone glints in the forsaken moonlight, petrified by the sorrow that consumes me, I cannot find the strength to leave. Give me an answer so that I will be satisfied... You lie so silent, and so the memories I have left of you slowly rewind in my grieving mind. If I reach Heaven will I find you there?
Everyday I listen to songs that remind me of you, I miss you so much I feel lost I dont even know what to do, This is the hardest thing I ever had to go threw. I would give anything just to have you back, But I know thats not gonna ever happen so I dont know how to act. Now your miles & miles away, If I had one wish it would be for you to stay. I just hope your happy and okay. Since I cant tell you I love you to your face I'm writing you this poem to let you know our memories noone can erase and in my life noone will ever take your place.
Headrush. Empty feeling. Dizzy feeling. Where'd the room go? I don't know. Where am I? Lost, possibly? But where. Why are my thoughts screaming? Falling feeling. Crashing feeling. Lost feeling. One day someone will understand. They'll know all your dirty little secrets, and still wanna hold your hand. Someday you'll be old, I wanna be the one whose hand you hold. I want you to be the one, who hears my last dying breath, whispering a bitter-sweet melody of Good-Bye's and I love you's. I want to be yours and never leave your side, because my love for you isn't classified. Hold my hand till the end of time, fingers intertwined, I promise, I jsut want someone that would hold this little hand of mine. Calmed down feeling. Cold feeling. Gone feeling. Headrush. All my feeling is gone and I'm losing control, I don't know where to go, and it's getting worse. Headrush. And just like that, I'm gone.
Tear drops falling from the sky Each one has a sad story to tell Who will listen? And who will wipe them off their windsheild? Tear drops everywhere Ending their lives on the streets Why do people find their sounds so peaceful? Each tear drop is a musical note Playing its own little, sad song For the people willing to listen
Spitting my name, I see no more your quick victory to fame while I hit the floor. And I realize I'm dying, since I can't feel myself living. So, I reach for the light, as I head towards the door. Turning towards darkness, voices call for my name Back to the light, I see no shame. While fighting the struggle, I feel no pain, it's so simple. The bottle sits there, without anyone around, you could just take them all, without a sound. swallow them whole, without anything to wash them down. Then, you could die, without a sound.
yea, dead man's bones non living flesh art ye 'twas once alive perhaps but well-nigh unfree ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ life's unsure last words ere uneasily broken death's certain final sigh yet hesitantly spoken © Eugene Harvey
You're our hero The poor and impoverished Captive starving millions Cry Tears of anguish Tears of dread The cost of their Hero's burial Is too their debt Their sacrifice The living for their leader The hungry little ones Cry The world watches on In fear My Hero gave it all His life A willing sacrifice His perfect life His perfect love His cost Our hatred That we might live His excruciating death Has not left us comfortless And soon to be Our resurrection of renewal We the loyal few weep for what we did His life for ours The rest rejoice because you died The world now looks on In fear ©? Brenda V Northeast 29 Dec. 2011
A woman spends her life breaking down barriers and social mores, Sometimes, it seems as if all she does is fight for equal rights and a better way of life, Although, beauty and sex appeal may have its own power, Folks still try to discount them hour by hour, The doors may get opened, but the battle rages on and on, making a soul weary and a tad forlorn, All the fights have been fought leaving behind a legacy of superior work, When a woman approaches her final days, No remorse lurks........, She can look back confidently, and feel proud of all the milestones she has put into place, defying all the odds in the crazy rat race, Her business is never unfinished, because she'll leave a life worthy of being lauded, long after her demise she will be respected and applauded, Leaving behind the barriers exploited and exposed, Even in her grave, she'll continue keeping everyone on their toes........
Stage lights dim The actor takes a bow He acknowledges the audiance But the show's over now Thanks to the chuckles And the hearty guffaws Know one knew He had a fatal flaw As the patrons exit He retreats to his room Sits before his mirror In his aloof tomb One blue, one yellow, One pink, one white He took them all even though He knew it wasn't right Chased it with a sip Of something strong Whiskey or bourbon even though He knew it was wrong The laughing spectators Did not know They had just witnessed His final show A life given up When given the chance to rise Last breaths taken As he dies
we're gathered here...the only ones left to remember, now grieve, tearfully bereft "departed" is such a odd thing to say knowing we'd prefer, 'most any other way still dead is dead, and changed to forever we laughed 'til we cried when we were together friends love friends, our family's love joined love continues, beyond life's terminus purloined we put you...uh...down now, your lovely soul and cover your body, with dirt in this hole ending relations of years, left debt in arrears seems a forlorn thing to do...full of tears still you've been a good friend, a good lover hard to say it aloud, to want no other that I should have to let you go...so soon still, with you now gone, can I have your room? © Goode Guy 2011-12-29
Never knew love the way I know it now Never will I know even when I ask how She left and that was all I'm trying desperately to climb outside this wall I grip the roses stem and blood drips down my wrist I drop to the floor, put my hands on my forehead while in a fist We shared an oath from our lips to Gods ears I placed myself in front of her knife to the heart to quench her fears It killed me to love and lose I'm losing sleep so I smash my clock back to snooze I can't believe I thought she was the one to save me It turns out she was the one to enslave me My trust ran deep like blood coursing through her vein I need to numb the bitter taste so I use novacaine The thought of her is making my heart race My walls are gone and now I have too much space I think my loss is starting to hit me I can't breathe at the thought that she will forget me I fall from my knees with my face sideways on the floor I grip the rose tighter & tell myself I don't want to love evermore I'm fighting the truth and reality at this time I'm in too deep, I'm too weak to climb I feel a cold running through my veins followed by a last chill My eyes are awake yet my body lie still The lights are dimming and my life is flashing in spurts I guess this is what it means when they say love hurts...
I can hear the dirt unpiling As the crowd above's unfiling, Friends and family sit in rows With all the flowers they will throw... The part of me left in this casket Will remain for you to ask it, Under stone of polished granite 6 below and 4 to span it... I'll always be here when you pray And on those special holidays, So when you need someone to talk to I'm never far for you to walk to... Now I share but one connection And it will be my resurrection Don't be sad, there is no need to I'll be right there when he free's you...
Waking up to the words "Your mom needs you in here now" Standing there waiting for it to happen Losing you Your gone now left us here with the Empty shell and the rears in our eyes A broken heart from the loss of you Your suffering is over but Ours has just begun I still love you no matter what I miss you but I know your Still here with me The Friday you left I lost my dad
he lived within the village I know and yet I never knew him though we didn't actually live far apart his passing leaves me not unhurt for in the knowing of his existence and his reputation for excellence I now feel the void of his passing today our humanity's under staffing the expressions of so many now laughing past their grief some how to their history when he was here their times spent together do endear each to the other - from past to now I'm touched by this stranger anyhow © Goode Guy 2012-05-18
Everyone that's in my life, Who considers me a friend, Think about the times we had, And select your finest pen... Put it all on paper, So the things I don't remember, Burn into my soul again, Like flames consuming ember... Some I may have held your hand, Or raced around a track, The extra lunch your mother sent, Because I had you're back... And when the time has come, My friends confess to them outloud, While your words form overhead, So they can read from clouds... As long as I am in your heart, Theres nothing left to save, Make a toast and leave each copy, Of your letters at my grave...
Everything we are told as a child is true, me for example. Trash Soulless Everything they told me is true Why should you think any different All my life has been nothing but pain and I honestly think I deserved it I deserved the pain when I was young is a constant reminder that I will always be nothing I will only be trash Because who could love something that is only a bringer of pain I only give what I was always given as a child The whipping The beating I had it coming I could have stopped it but what was the point Why stop what you brought upon yourself I will always be nothing more then trash I will always be reminded of it I can never do anything right when I was young And it has not changed I will go to Hell But honestly what is Hell but something of the mind Something we trick ourselves into thinking is bad If Hell is of the mind I go there every time I close my eye And there is no saving me from a pain that is written down in stone I will die with no love for no one can love the soulless. I often sit in wonder, I know my life is good now, I have my wife and maybe someday children But one day they will leave me because they will see me for what I am Trash They will put me on the curb like everyone else Or be like those who cant And just pretend to love me Just because they have pity for me. I know I cant become anything in this world I may go to school or work at a job but its so I can feel like im doing something But I know it will be for nothing Because how can nothing have something? You may read this and criticize me, He is strange He is weird. I am who I am because of what happen. Until you understand that, I don't need you pity. I don't need people to remind me I'm trash. I already know.
What good is a flower with petals that shine so bright that lives in the shadows of a deep and endless night What good is a dove who has lost it's mate that wanders the world alone the remains of his life colored slate What good is a life where nothing is right where rain smothers everything extinguishing every light Slipping fast I'm calling out I'm barely hanging on Don't look back No can't go back The life I once knew is gone What good is a mind that's bend is broken laying frozen in time a secret song unspoken What good is a heart that can't see love that's shattered so with no hope from above What good is a life where there's nothing left the corners are empty marks of an unknown theft Falling fast I'm calling out I could no longer hang on Don't look down Can't ever go back The life I have will soon be gone What good is a body once beautiful and pure that lays on the ground broken and insecure What good is a soul that was once so light not a moment of anger to stain the perfect white What good is a life when no one cares just to see how close you are to wonder if you'll take the dare Slipping fast I'm silent now There's no use in hanging on No looking back No going back The life I lived is long gone
That night when Jesus went alone to pray. He knew his death was just a heartbeat away. As he was taken by the soldiers that night. He surrendered without even a fight. He was soon to be whipped, ridiculed and scorned. While so many people watched sadly and mourned. "Crucify him" was the cry of the large crowd. This cry could be heard ever so loud. The crown of thorns placed on his head, the drops of blood fell as he bled. He carried the cross, even though his body was ripped apart. This was from a true compassion and love from his heart. On the cross, where his body was nailed and bruised. Read; "THIS IS JESUS- THE KING OF THE JEWS!" As his mother watched, she cried and sobbed. As Jesus committed his spirit to his father-God. As they carried Jesus to the tomb that day, the crowds were silent— with nothing to say. Many had forgotten what the prophets had said, 3 days later—he would rise from the dead. He taught people his message of eternal life and love. Soon to return to his kingdom above. It was for you and me that our savior came. He waits for you to call on his name. Receive his gift of hope, love and eternal salvation. Please do it now—with no hesitation. His gift of love is for you to receive. All you have to do is simply believe! By Jim Pemberton 07/25/07
Death is only a dream, That seems like eternity, From which you wake up... And then find yourself Someplace, somewhere else. Another has taken their own life, Again these people are feeling Even more emotional strife. Once have had thoughts of doing the same… (To eventually give up on my own life…) But then I give consideration Towards other people's Thoughts and feelings… I'll give them each a lifetime's moments of me Being alive… As I go through this dark tunnel, I always strive for the light at the end. For now, those who are gone, Their spirit brighten this lantern of mine.
Trying to escape from it all I detach from reality Knowing my spirit will be Safe Too much torment have I gone through To know that this story is truly mine Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll In my mind there is a haven Only I can enter, but everyone else is there Its there I will find a new tactic To keep on living in your torment On the way home I'll die a few times But just to know I really lived I'll have to find a new way to bleed If I want to escape I'll have to loose myself Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll Cut me off no matter how much I'll always find a way To fight and survive your kingdom I'm the only thing you desire I'm the only thing you hate I'm the only thing you need I'm you little Babydoll
Since I am Here The Veil grows Stronger but, You're not here for me I'm just-- Another Lost Soul you know, The people you find on the curbs on streets, During Rainy Days not going anywhere but Deeper into their own Disease but, It's not a disease, for they look for cures for diseases Here the patient cares not Only I could say something like that but since I'm here I just might as well sit on the curb on a rainy day and drown in a new-state-disease what A lost soul I am never enough could satisfy always more What a Lost Soul
fallen stars like falling stars fading souls appear to be as they depart from this earth to experience their bright and streaming light in their prime their brilliance amazes and overwhelms me their absence leaves me alone and grief stricken yet grateful for all of the beauty they brought to my existence fallen stars shall I never forget your translucent illumination until my own final hours
Kind words are said... Once you are dead… And many a tear does fall! While you still live… They will not give… What you need to stand tall! When your eyes close… They'll give the rose… Whose scent others will smell! What things they'll say… How they will pray… To save your soul from hell! When you did breathe… They saw no need… To show you paradise! Love was withheld… How your heart bled… No warmth was in their eyes! Now you lie still… There is no thrill… In the words that they say Why can't they see… That you and me… Might live only TODAY!
I LOVE YOU If I die tomorrow I really would not mind I say this because I have lived my time and I thank God for every moment we share even if we argued I still knew you cared so when I leave this earth and they burry me in the cold lonely dirt I will ask god watch out for you as I will always do -ADALYN DIAZ-
they was told but was bold has to be mole god bless there soul they had the gold there life they abuse now there's in the news that the life some choose no thats not cool LEARM FROM A FOOL
The Funeral. The phone rang a day before Christmas a message I knew would come but would not like to hear. Mother had died and there was a great haste now before the festive season. Yet in my despair I picked up the phone and rang her number in the hope it had all been a dreadful mistake…any minute now she will answer be glad to hear my voice; and she would tell me I'm susceptible to cold and remember to wear a scarf. Fully awake I rushed to the airport, sorry fully booked till after Christmas. "Please if there is a cancellation ring me." The phone didn't ring. When I finally got there snow had covered flowers and her name was not yet carved on a stone. This emptiness, this hole in my heart, I knew it had to happen one day, but not now not ever. At her home they were busy dividing her things. No I didn't want anything only her reading glasses, she had thought me how to read. A life had ended and for the first time in my life I knew how it felt like to be alone under a cold Nordic sky.
We were three in a group, When we came back after preaching, Father blessed to each other individually, What is your bless God may bless you? My friend was a funeral director, He had a prayer for his success, He was quiet happy this time, His funeral service was very busy. My other friend was a doctor, He also had a prayer for his success, His season was little quiet this year, He was willing more patients than last year. I was a lawyer and have prayer for success. I was also willing more criminal cases, If people will attempt more murder and rape, I shall get more; it is a matter of my income. Do you like to serve in that way as you doing? Everyone has needs, who doesn't like luxury? God has power to fulfil prayers, a religious belief, If people are servicing for self who can get relief?
I am human Cumulative to a being Carrying the trial of a few men Baring the suffering of a new sin You say you'd cry for me But will the world be rejoiceful or sad when you begin For these reasons my funeral will not be a sad day Holidays come and pass For some they last For others it's a finale in one gasp Loved ones will stand and fall As the above Son will demand you call And now we dream this impossible dream Witness your misery blossom in our scene There is no sanctuary in between Now you see why my funeral will not be a sad day Moments of triumph Being more than we have ever had, okay The dimming of lights Sadly the peace we have ever known, so pray Your heavens will not receive me Driven below, yet these temperatures only tease me Why do I not learn? If it says it's hot, why do I touch it and expect it not to burn I don't beg forgiveness I break legs for living in stress And for these reasons my funeral will not be a sad day