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The Long Lost Souls of the Dead

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The Long Lost Souls of the Dead

The others are left to roam on their own…
Everlasting sorrow spills out from the carcasses…
Love has already spoiled…hate is the main event in the picture…
Laurel…Save yourself from death or hell...below...…before it’s too late!

The others are left to rot…they took their leave long ago
Hell has opened its gates and gravity pulls them down below the blemished ground…where they once slept…  
Ashes placed here and there…buried…left untouched…unseen for years

Seven souls are casted to the graveyard
One must crawl out…of the crust…
Unveil your true nature…unwind for a time…scream out the truth 
Learn to listen…learn to gain understanding and wisdom…GAIN INSIGHT… 

Tread the narrow path…not the sinful, rocky trail…
Oh God, will you lift them up from their deathbeds?

Empty…lost…don’t forlorn for your love…she’ll return to you soon…go forward, despite your loss… 
Shameful…alone…don’t look back – don’t step into that trap!
Calm down…you must leave her behind for a time…and forget and forgive the perilous past 
A petite, sweet, black rose is placed next to her tombstone…I’m sorry for the agony that swallowed you whole like an immense tide    
Pour forth your Mercy…upon him…let him trek the road to paradise
Exit the land of the dead…and live for eternity and you’ll earn true happiness 

Forget not the gifts you come in contact with
Rummage not into the Storage Room full of horrid memories 
Off you trot…run away from this nightmare…this living nightmare…
Marvel at the black, velvet sky and pray to Him…welcome the sun with open arms 

Isolate yourself from the ghosts that doused you with long-term grief 
Torn apart by your absence, I finally found my way out of my own wistful snare… 
Sell not your heart of gold…keep it and treasure it…it’ll serve you good

Dark spirits…GOOD RIDDANCE…purge from him his painful distress… 
Escort him to a better place…a palace he calls Home…
Make sure to spread out good news upon him…so he won’t feel that searing stress
I hope for the best for him…I don’t care how insane I sound right now…
Silly how much I can actually sympathize with him…LOOK up to Him  
Exactly…I’d be careful what you wish for or pray for…

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  1. Date: 5/5/2014 9:27:00 PM
    4th on the list: What an epic! You know, this one reminds me SO MUCH of my older works, I hurried to my vaults to check on what the closest to this one is in message. We may have fought for the same things long ago and that really says something about how interconnected all poets are.

  1. Date: 8/3/2013 8:34:00 PM
    As I read this, I do project a lot of my own experience into your words. The words feel eerily familiar. Navigating the storms and tempests throughout our lives is hard. Especially so for those who feel things so strongly. Your sister who I know you love, mentioned that you are not well right now. David, I am thinking only the best thoughts for you. If I could give you any insights I would, but you must discover them for yourself as we all do. You are a wonderful and passionate person!

  1. Date: 7/30/2013 10:50:00 AM
    David, there is certainly no lack of opportunity for those we care for to suffer. Your sentiment is so kind that I get the feeling that you are a good person to know. Have a great day if you can.