Robert Velves Poet I do not know?

January 9, 2012

The lines were too dead for urgency
The shaman couldn't be reached
The celebration is an emergency,
My heart was finally breached.

The crime scene, darker, meaner, time slower, 
A pandemonium should have happened there
But it was outside, and my line was dead
Or it was just this party has no power,
The ghouls tried while I had a spinning head.


The call was nearer, clearer, the light brighter
The master could be easily reached
The place, better, cleaner, safer, prettier
The celebration couldn't be impeached.

The garden with lights that forever burn
Welcomes me with songs of joy,
I can fly now, I giggle in my every turn
Here, I don't need a kind of toy,
One last look..Tears. I will never return.

January 11, 2017, bestrevolver.

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Rainbow Promise January 10, 2017 at 5:33 PM Is this how departing ones feel, with a little set of tears as they look back at what didn't really work? "One last look...Tears. I will never return." Guess a youth, mostly. Hope 2017 be a good one for you. ???? Robert Velves January 10, 2017 at 5:48 PM Thank you so much Rainbow Promise. I highly appreciate the view from your standpoint. The title, it was the date my 3 year old son died. My thoughts about that day, and what could have been his dying thoughts that day. Rainbow Promise January 10, 2017 at 5:36 PM Could this be Epic?