No matter that we've never met,
Compassion radiates from afar.
Rippling outward, gathering strength,
Expanding across the oceans wide.
A warm light like a rising sun,
Gently touches grieving hearts.
Distant strangers, I empathize.
Compassion has gracious eyes
For your sorrows and your tears.
With time, may it soften grieving pains.
Sometimes I wonder.........
Where will I be when I get old
Who will love me for my soul
Thoughts of loneliness cross my mind
Am I running out of time?
It’s so scary in this desolate place
Staring out a window into space
What have I done during my time here on earth?
Who will be waiting on me? Did I earn my worth?
Life passes by really fast
Always thought my time would last
Thinking of my people that have gone on before me
Do they know…...Is that where they’ll be?
Remembering the last smile I saw on his face
Will I have to run his same race
Will they leave me alone to think of my time of the past
Or will they surround me to celebrate and have a blast
Pictures and memories is all that’s left
Tear after tear while I take deep breaths
Stones and lettered monument will be there for me
The sunshine and the storms pass while I sleep
In this narrow place I will lie
Unable to speak, unable to cry
Thy will is done and now time moves on
Who is next? Who will be gone?
Sometimes I wonder……………
By Johnnie Eaves
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters
departed from me, within years
of each other, to sadden my living;
I spend my days weeping...
reminiscing in my sorrow:
how we laughed together,
and faced another serene tomorrow,
knowing that sharing kindness
would bond our destinies
in ways so devoted and immense!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
I let the unconsumed joy of memories
take me to those yesterdays
to thank God for our existence,
when we enjoyed the gifts He offered;
yes, even the smallest of them
were so lovely and precious!
And by watching how you faced death,
I admired how you became the bravest...
slowly letting go of what you possessed!
O beloved mother, o beloved sisters...
do you want me to continue crying,
or smile and console you with a future promise:
that soon we'll embrace one another
under the joyful eyes of our Creator?
Nothing foolish I will do to harm myself;
and wait I will 'till my end comes,
but until then my solemn prayers I'll recite
amid tombstones guarded by triumphant angels...
and bound for Heaven, I'll be smiling!
When my eyes close for the last time
I hope to have touched so many in my
Life time on my journey of life
Those I meet and left behind
With my smile and loving heart
That never discriminated
And hated in justice felt from the heart
When love it was from deep with in
Protected with faith those loved
And held closes to my heart
Never hated but forgave those who
Try to keep me down and kill my faith
To those who shed a tear for me
I hope to wipe dry with my love not gone
For my loving heart lives on with in each
And every one who knew me as big as my height
I will be with you in heart and spirit
For you will keep alive every time you think of me
Remember the good memories
Relive them when you feel sad that I am gone
For I will be in a better place at rest
Waiting to reunite with each and every one
Much love always
Twenty sets of footprints
scattered in the snow.
Twenty wings that flutter
as the breeze begins to blow.
Twenty peals of laughter,
Twenty toothless grins,
Twenty eyes that twinkle
as their journey begins.
Twenty desks left empty.
Million hearts that mourn.
Six will join to guide them,
unsung heroes born.
Twenty little angels
playing in the snow
dropping tiny snowflakes
on those who stayed below.
You had the spirit of a stallion.
You could not be tamed until you were ready
and no matter how life may have tried you could not be broken.
You brought a piece of something that many did not possess to every life,
and when you opened your mouth unearthly words of wisdom were spoken.
You were strong and beautiful and had the deepest blue eyes I've ever seen.
The love that you held in your heart was like something out of dream,
It was love and confidence and support and stability you made me feel.
God blessed me by letting me be a part of you.
I am so happy that our lives crossed paths and you helped see me through.
Now you are in His memory, waiting to be raised.
When you live again, your mind will be clear.
The fog will be lifted.
There will be no haze.
You will run about and never die.
You will feel no pain or fear, never cry.
Your days will be filled with love, strong and true.
Your last words to me were I love you.
Here I wait, just trying to get through.
I will see you again, Grandma.
Into my arms, I will welcome you.
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)
Such has passed:
her soft touch,
Such has passed:
the precious days
she was born
Such shall not pass:
from the One who
did raise our Lord,
“to raise all
who are yours”!
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.
I saw the train at middle distance,
It ran slow and was white,
It had many window and in each
One I saw my brother.
He didn´t see me although he looked
In my direction, but beyond me
And the life he had lived before me.
I think it was a spring day I saw flowers
Twined together like a bouquet
Near the tracks… the train disappeared
Into a tunnel and when all was
Quiet I heard a bird sing so sadly I thought
It must have lost its nest.
Introduction: At some point of our lives, someone close to us departs off to the next
phase. We think of the good times and try not to think the bad; but sometimes it haunts us
back to how we responded in a naive way for our juvenile wishes. And sometimes we see them
in our dreams at the utmost optimism and glory. But the fact that we get to realize what
we did back then may have cherished and broken their souls in some ways, we always wonder
if we could alter the deeds that wounded their affection in our times of immaturity…And
pray that we get a second chance to do so for our next life. *the first two lines have some inspiration from another piece*
Even if our hearts were as strong as a storm, we’d still feel a little bit sad
Knowing that we’ve lost our grandfather, our friend, our dad.
For so many years, we’ve felt their presence
In so many ways, we’ve felt complete,
But truly, even if we deny – We sometimes skip a heartbeat.
Our lives are nothing but their memories and their art,
Orbiting us each day, reminding us of who we are
Where we stand and to whom we belong,
We pray and cry up oceans for them night after night
Praying to be together just one more time, in the worlds of light.
But yes you are so fortunate, that you got to leave,
You’ve made it to the greater step, I pray for us to meet.
May your soul be blessed and may it shine brighter than the sun, Again and again
‘I love you’ it’s not a lie, I may not have said it that much
But I hope you knew inside, even if I may have been unkind as such
Nothing is left for us to do but feel the tears stream down our eyes
For we, once in a while have broken their hearts with one or two lies,
Their face glows and vividly fades away from our dreams those nights
That’s when we fall, fall down to our knees, pray for we could have changed
The ways we reacted back in those days.
Thoughts of those moments, thoughts of their sorrow smile
Now makes us realize how we never cared,
For that to overcome, we treasure the good times we’ve shared,
The times we’ve heard them say “You’ve made me proud”
The times we’ve felt them lay their hands, oh so be crowned.
Their tender touch, their forgiveness
Their blessings for us and their happiness,
We pray to feel it all again
Bring it all again,
To the eternal life, after this time.
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.
We come again to the stall at the gate
We come to the memory of empire
Where Delphine sat, the humble queen in state
And fed her family from one desire
That they should noble live, and work and dream
And love … and the gate was her throne supreme
But roll back now the tears of dusty days
When the sweet scent of sugar like anthem rise
From the sweat of workers, and see amaze
Miss Delphina with God’s fire in her eyes
This woman at Caymanas toiling pass
The sun’s hot noon, noble and full of class
See her, a mother, a warrior queen
Whipped by circumstance without surrender
Did anyone call her timid, call her mean?
Who could not find a place then to shelter?
Who did not taste her kindness? Higglers too
Serve for love, O mother, we honor you
From the coal black of days you supplied us
And your children five want not, O, nor need
But your hard work and love so inspired us
We rise in common hope so to succeed
With dignity, but not proud, a true friend
Rarely found in the common walks of men.
Caste nor class can cast decree, nor limit
Our aptitude to rise. Belief has wings
Death cannot break, faith flies in the spirit
And through slant of rain its brimmed vision sings
Delphina, Delphina, we miss you though
The door is so silent through which you go
No more the produce truck will hear her voice
Nor weary hands dry a child’s hungry tears
O death be humble, dare you now rejoice
She sleeps till Jesus shall for his kingdom appears
And we will hear great heaven’s trumpet blow
And with you mother we will rise and go
Stuck at the bottom
I'm caving in.
One thought of you not here
Puts me in a claustrophobic nightmare.
I can't wake up.
I may not see you again.
Reality isn't different from my sleep.
I'm still running aimlessly away to nowhere.
I'm so blinded.
Every second is hidden that I'm spinning in circles.
Makes me reckless, violent, purple dead.
Over and over something's wanting me to say
I was a creep for treating you that way.
Can you forgive me?
I promise I won't make you cry.
One more chance I'll be a loyal friend.
Walk to your door.
I'm closing in.
Standing on thin ice there's no turning back.
I'll say it straight out without fumbling.
For once in my life
I confess it was a mess.
Screwed up everything special we had planned.
But now I'm here alone.
Hope is my only invisible ally.
I raise my white flag to the skies.
Will you operate my wounded heart?
The stakes are high.
But I'm willing to continue where we left off
If you have room in your heart for rent.
I AM NEANDERTHAL...
So eloquent the beauty absorbed around you;
You uplifted me by your sweet aroma.
Oh, I'm very sorry to say,
That day in May caused a breath to pay.
You stole my heart away
And cured my parading heartache;
Only if I'd known what would have brought that day,
Then I'd have hidden and gone another time.
I felt plagued and wanted to die;
As a lover would take a shot for you, I'd dodge infinity for you.
Yet only a stranger we both were,
I'm here writing this letter swollen with a million tears of heavy cries.
Maybe it could have been fate that we unofficially met;
A destiny resulting in both loss and gain.
A second's glance is certain to be the catch,
Since here I stand alone in the rain.
A passive reflection of sorrow illuminates from the scar;
My heart begins to beat slowly in rhythm with my eyes.
The ticking of the clock abruptly stops;
"I know you're up there," I finally whisper
I know your pain
Although I don't know what's happening,
I can still feel the vain.
Seems like the beginning is the ending
One moment there's bliss
It feels much like a wet kiss.
But out of nowhere you see a mirror,
"It felt so real," as you stand there alone.
You try to make sense of it all;
Yet everything begins to fall.
"AHHHH!" you scream to the top of your lungs.
Your blue eyes are running waterfalls.
It hurts me to see a single tear,
You're not the only one to hide in the room.
Swallow your tears, don't let it drop,
A splash will only cause more bitter props.
But like I say,
Tomorrow will always bring another day.
So Faith, throw away your thorns,
anticipating a happy God-given next day.
Don't be afraid to go back in time and see the life you lived.
Artificial smiles in a world stained with pain.
People you trusted, you deemed as your friends.
Only later they were icing on a cake. No one's understood you.
A book by its cover, they threw you away.
Your heart's vulnerable, breaking to pieces day-after-day.
Don't give up. It's not the end.
If everyone's turned their backs on you, know I'll be always there for you 'till the end.
Like shadows that never fade, it's inevitable for your angel not to walk away.
So don't look down in tears. Just take my hand and I'll kill away the pain.
I'll do all that I can to help you shine bright once again.
Through death and hell, I'll forever be your friend.
On a bed of nails, we won't turn pale.
Don't give up. It's not the end.
When everyone's turned their backs on you,
know I'll be always there for you even after my end.
Six feet under, my heart won't mend.
Everything that has an ending has a beginning in the end.
It's not the other way around.
So turn around, my dear, 'cause it's time to leave our mark.
It's the series finale of what had been.
Two will become One.
One will leave a legacy for the world to learn its inconsistencies.
Let's hit the reset and see the bliss tonight.
Because the end is not the end.
When I'm old and tired
I reckon I'll say and do stuff
in my typically bold way will
inspire people wanna take me down.
I deserve it.
(Deserve is one helluva word, ain't it?)
When I'm old and tired
hope folks will overlook
glaring eccentricities and contradictions
In favor of effort to love.
The dial counted down the suns demise
while bats danced waltzes above churches roof,
and breeze played melody through wooden guise
of pseudo organs; stolid yews aloof.
Hungry lych-gate waited with open maw,
as he crossed the threshold from life to death,
and owl shouted sorrow for all it saw
as morasses sigh seeped from stuttered breath.
falling sod hammers holes into my heart,
gargoyles seem to have forgotten to smile
and crow is ready, your soul must depart,
but dad I hope you may linger awhile.
Beneath this façade, this pseudo repose
lay maelstrom sorrow, its power beguiled,
to shatter like falls this still waters pose
and return my thoughts to a frightened child.
When his arms were young, his hug ensured
that pain was vanquished no matter its mask,
but with body betrayed, power obscured,
pain took away even this simplest task.
I recall the room that held his last sigh
with flowers that could only fade to grey,
curtains that stirred as if waving goodbye
in sterile silence of total dismay.
It was as if tears were not enough
for this hero, this man, my father.. .. dad,
yet each that soaked into handkerchief cuff;
tomorrows memory of being sad.
You were the teacher who taught me to live
with wisdom refracted from within eyes,
that for all received we must surely give
much more to appreciate our prize.
so my father, where ever you may be
I hope you hear this and can comprehend,
on my life I offer this guarantee,
your lesson guides me, from now to my end.
So now your husk beneath the ground interred
and with chiselled grief upon my heart,
that echoes with such sad sorrow unheard,
I face a future where we’re apart.
I curse the heavens high, scream down at hell
that like twins, I cannot live as just one,
though I walk through life, spirit doesn’t dwell.
I am night; your death was my setting sun.
***Written in elegiac stanzas (10 syllables per line with ABAB rhyme)
a barren desert:
deprived of life,
where one would be sent
only in their worst nightmare.
This is a place
one's body and soul
would surely die
This is a place
has deprived you of tears
- you no longer can cry,
the last hope for thee
is to find some water
- there is none,
No matter how hard you try,
there is no hope for thee
- you are losing your life.
What is left for you
is turning into stone:
- dried to the bone.
There is no help for thee,
you are here alone
willing to return home,
but all hope is gone.
There is nothing left,
but one strength -
thy last resort,
yet it demands
the very last feeling
not letting your life
it is your will of living,
for the people whom you love.
He was just a brash young kid,
Couldn't even legally drink.
He did all the things he did
Because he had freedom to think.
He watched America bleed
From terrorists across the sea.
He answered his countrie's need,
Wanting to be all he could be.
He went to war to defend
The freedom we've all come to know.
He thought maybe in the end
He' d make a difference and so
He gave all he had to give.
Who threw water on the wick?
Who, as restless and trapped
can survive in this necropolis?
Trumpeting down the walls
that are not of Jericho.
Trumpeting down the walls
that besiege a chthonic people.
Tonight I shall return as a black dove
to bring you an oak tree branch from Dodona
And a darkness full of lightning
all the way from the palace of Atropos.
So that you stay up all night
a bright sunshine for tomorrow.
"Good morning wind-vane",
to say when morning comes,
"where do the winds blow from today?"
And just like a white horse
to gallop against the wind.
Peace you built your house in the graveyard,
And gave yourself to those scattered bones,
While we toil to have you.
I laughed at the silent chat of bones.
Death how wicked you are!
Your visit leaves nothing but tears and mourning,
Only visiting, but not to be visited.
Can’t you spare, even on merit!
Three hundred and sixty five days without food,
Makes on dry bone yawn,
Like a hungry buffalo,
Those jaws are grudging, budging begging for food,
Death if you can show pity,
Let us know how your place is,
What is your house like? What is your mission?
Though, God made death, man patronizes it.
Graveyard of the dead,
With their resting dry bones waiting for the journey,
With their ears wide open for the trumpet,
For the talks of those dry bones echoes across the seas.
It's ok Mom and Dad
please be happy and don't be sad
Look up in the sky and what do you see
into the clouds, you'll see an image of me
I might have left you but I'm still here
being forgotten, I do not fear
I know you love me and I love you
being taken away from you hurts me too
Whatever happened it's over now
I will find a way to be with you someday and somehow.
I'm in heaven and he's taking care of me
Say a little prayer for me.
The friend who gonna while sheer
In friendly, airy blast always . . .
The soul around . . .
Who ne’er mind —by renders a hurt
The old cougar, restful in bench by
In stares much bit
Of enjoying up nicely day by day
With the sun illume
With the windy hit passive his skin
When stars-oh-moon light
Once hold tho shadow heaven
In casting by thrilling
His whistler galloping
In fulling island ground soul, melody
In adding-lib —
In forgiving of resentful
Uncool off liaison
The cougar as look tensity my vicinity
By was, — who had been gone . . .
And inquired one nascency rose
On souls is mind —
Who will be next? O friend scathe-less
Airy blast always at others —
Who spring by, a proudly around?
Brutal and scourged bodies in fear,
This road; walked miles in silence,
Poor masses voices out in pain,
For a tyrant who never learns from the past.
His holiness on a second arrival,
On an errand to a stone heart,
Watered by a word, to the old wicked pharaoh,
What a re-occurrence?
How long can a strong heart lead you tyrant?
What direction would that be?
A mighty dictator eliminated by an apple.
What an Eve that led a dictator to destruction?
A dictator on his death,
Lowed below the open mud,
Empty casket with all rites observed.
As those anthems came recurring,
Guns in the air to bid farewell to a dictator.
Our halcyon days will be restored,
Jubilation, celebration greets the exit of the ‘dark guggleman’.
Vacant heart, vacant mind, what have I done?
I wander these days with my soul on the run.
Although my mind is full I feel empty,
a whilrwind laden with confusion and memory's debris.
My heart aches to feel the love I once had,
Do I really wish to carry on feeling sad?
Hold me as you once did in our moments of solitude,
forget about the scars on your heart that are forever tattooed.
For they will heal if you let your pain and anger go,
if you accept my love to you on whom I bestow.
All these long days undecided,
don't let the influence of others lead you to be misguided.
Vacant heart, vacant mind, I never wanted to be apart from you,
lonliness, anger, fear, regret, together must be subdued.
It is an old drama
this dissappearance of the leaves,
this seeming death
of the landscape
great in a later scene,
the trees like snarled magicians
out of empty branches.
And we watch
we are like children
at this spectacle
as if one day we too
will open the wooden doors
of our coffins
and come out smiling
all over again.
How long will I be waiting?
For I long to be by the side of my soul mate,
I refuse to believe that everything we had is gone.
When you look at my face I'm anything but withdrawn,
and when I leave so much uncertainty regards our fate.
Where will this road take us?
It seems like we're at a impasse,
like I'm getting to close and you're holding back.
I said I love you the last time I saw you,
you returned the reply in same but cut yourself short.
Beautiful music to my ears even if it was long overdue.
Something out of habit?
Or did you really mean it?
I wait for the day to hear those words everyday,
convinced that you're heart has not decayed.
Search for not the roads I've travelled,
But meet me at the crossroads.
Don't ask me where I am going,
Because I can only tell you where I've been.
If you look down your own path
And can't see your journey's end,
I guess that's a good thing;
Because there's a possibility
We may see each other again.
I anxiously await the latest words or thoughts from your lips,
trying not to let my mind and heart eclipse.
For if they do all reason will be thrown aside,
and you will find it harder to confide.
Seems that all aspects of my life are in purgatory,
like somebody else was writing my story.
The sound of your voice the touch of your hand the beat of your heart,
all of this and more is miss as we're apart.
Disdain for myself fills my mind every morning when I wake,
cursed to always feel regret from my mistakes.
The premonition of our lives together is obscure,
and although I am far from perfect my love for you has always been pure.
My tired body neath the soil
weep no more I no longer toil.
Remember me for I`m still with you
Don`t weep I`ve got a body that`s new.
Mom I see your tears don`t cry.
and Jennie someday you know why.
I`m planting flowers in heaven you see
the many colors to see.
Don`t be unhappy or sad
just remember the happy times we had.
I was tired I needed a rest
Heaven`s a beautiful place the best.
God knows you miss me so
look in the sky I`m sending you a rainbow.
The colors of the flowers I planted you see
I send the colors with love for you from me.
When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven.
Where the angels will sing to me and make me feel peace.
Where the pain that I feel will disappear and that hole inside will be filled.
The feeling of emptiness will be closed.
Here in this journey called life.
Knowing all that is expected of me, having the hope that one day I will feel
When I leave this life I will find my place in heaven.
So do not cry for me when I am gone, just know that I am at peace.
Feel no sadness, celebrate my life, because I have found my place in heaven.
Ride the night with easy
watch the maker stand so pleased
Remember the final turn home in a faithful surprise
Yet in these in these places through this times u have climbed the crying sky
I have seen your broken chian
we both understand it is hard too deal with the pain
While I was away i had long forgoten of are acquittance
I take no hesitation in our mend for freedom
Only an uncule raven can lead u
Oh heartbroken eagle u have found me after all this years
I'll look in u for my heartless uncyed tears
I am living too share this perfect love u have given me
Soon I know they will see
how a heartbroken eagle can strive in the stuggle
and still remark in surpise in old freind
Boldly we will seek are end
I long for the return home
I am alone
Cold in lonely I spend my time
In the shape I'm in u have shared an eye for eye
I walk around driffting away and sinking through the barre al
I am wounded sharply inside bye out spoken words with no sence
They blindly see the well spoken words of tendence
I long for another moment of glory scared in true
u have now given me a reason too believein u
I think u for the wisdom we have sared and the promises we have too set are pa
Don’t cry my very own little ones
I assure you I’ll be alright
For tonight I’m gone to visit Jesus
For Upon you I shall shine a light
Maybe within the big bright sun
Or maybe the twinkling of a star
But may you find the comfort in light
Of knowing from you I’m never far.
I’m on the glistening green grass
Within the bright morning dew
I’m in the warm breeze a blowing
Blowing my kisses right to you.
I’m in the soft gentle rain
That falls upon your face
I’m in those pure white blankets of snow
Holding you in my embrace.
I’m in the moon that shines so bright
On your darkest nights
I’m always in that great big blue sky
To show you your guiding light.
So never feel you are all alone
Or you never have a friend
Because I’ll always be right beside you
From now and all throughout the end.
I’m everywhere you go
And in everything you do
I’m in your heart and in your soul
For my love will always follows you.
The little girl watched with boundless tears
As her angel slowly faded away
“Merry Christmas Momma,” the little girl said
“I’ll see you on Christmas day.”
I am a no one a nothing
I'm here alone my wrist it starts to sting
Hey knife your my friend
When will my dreadful happiness come to an end
I have a problem wore than drugs
Forget your kisses forget your hugs
You see me smile when I bleed
For I'm a person that's in need
I miss my razor I miss my knife
I ask for help will you save my life
Yes I will you wait and see
For by saving you I save me
You need help and so do I
I'm drug free and that's a lie
I try to quit and so do you
But are addictions stick just like glue
All we can do is stay strong
So lets set aside are differences and get along
A rare blue pearl that
I discovered today,
glistening beneath the sea--
brought thoughts of your laugh,
your love for life and how
we were meant to be.
Gathering it gently
I swam to dry land,
then ran as fast as I could.
You smiled as you sunned
on that heavenly beach,
just like I knew you would.
So proud of myself, I
gave you my gift and
we walked down that beautiful shore.
We spoke of old sorrows and
earthly regrets, thankful
we'd feel them no more.
and hand in hand,
we watched as our new sun set.
Then we dined at a table
with our precious Lord
and praised Him for
the day that we met.
Though you may be sad loosing a loved one..
You weren't there When God lost his only son..
You may think you have many a debtor...
You weren't there when Jesus was betrayed with thirty pieces of silver...
Though you may be weary and laden with despair..
You didn't witness when they tormented him and didn't care...
Although you may be in agony and immense pain..
You weren't there when the Lamb was fatally slain.
You may think that you cannot carry on and life is grim..
You weren't there when they mocked and spit on him..
Although you may have too many worries at hand..
Look down, you weren't there when they put nails in CHRIST'S bleeding hands.
Although you think you have been badly scorned...
You weren't there when they forced on his head, a crown of thorns..
Though you may feel that everything in your life is going wayside.
You weren't there to feel the sword that pierced HIS bleeding side.
Though you may think that you really don't want to live.
Christ loved us enough to die on the cross, and he will forgive.
Needles in my veins,
Bullets through my skull,
Whisky in my blood,
Tears amongst my eyes,
Scars black-out my wrists,
Murder floats through my mind,
What’s more to miss, love hope, misery, or just a simple kiss ,
Love has found the key out of heart, and there’s no entrance left ajar,
Why couldn’t you conceive that I would have given up all I own and love to just be
a sliver of your heart,
Did you ever notice what I hade to go through to try to get close to you,
I hope you don’t forget my pain, because that chance has been banished from
the depths of my dreams,
You’ve lost my kiss, my sympathy, and love for such a darling flower as your self,
At last I bid you good-by my lost love and hope you too don’t fight yourself, cut
yourself, and drink away your misery, just forget and don’t think of me for all it’s
worth I’m just dust and fading fog.
Tragedy strikes in a blink of an eye.
Someone who’d thought would not die.
Don’t know how to cry?
Asking the question why?
Seeing one grow up
With there death not even half its life!
Living here, living there
Everywhere but near!
Never having that fear, nor shedding a tear!
With daddy gone
Temptation arose to do wrong!
And not before long
A smack hit there face
What a disgrace!
Day after day without the stuff
Putting on a total bluff
While lying down at night putting up a fight
Mother in such pain
What is there to gain?
Knowing that her kids will never be the same!
Time had come,
it was too late
Death was his doom
Up in that lonely room!
Many people will leave great impressions on your life
Though you may be oblivious until it’s too late
And when after so long you finally conceive
Fate may have already taken it’s place
Never before did I consider his teachings
Never realized how much his words inspired me
Until the day he took his life
And set his longing soul free
He was a minister who could be matched by no other
But in life he felt he would never succeed
Now he’s looking down from heaven
Realizing that in fact his standards he exceeded
Though he is no longer my minister here on Earth
And teachings from him I’ll receive no more
No longer will I take his morals for granted
But use them to prepare for what life has in store