Best Alongside Poems
How did I come into existence...
Like a tear resurrected from tragedy
into cool lucidity...
I remember the smooth bone of your face
emerging from the virgin blackness
of raw Time...
And I recall the flesh of your face
in the heavy pulse of Life begining,
yours was the first death ever,
and in your naked eyes
I saw the distance of Forever...
Do you know what you are...
I am your first act of Independence...
You are a state of Being...
Some would say I'm an Angel,
others, that I am a killer...
You are neither,
you are the shadow of a flame
entrancing Love eternal...
Why did you cease the Immaculate Nothing...
You were born from original desire,
the moment I decided to live
was the very moment I had to die,
you were unleashed from my psyche
like a ghost on fire so that I could die
and thus become diversified immortality...
You need me to live
like Youth needs age for wisdom...
Your inception is a trustworthy honesty
unlost in Life's cost...
More people believe in me as Death
than those whom believe in you as God...
That's fine,
for we are one and the same my ancient friend,
Life is a death sentence
with an opportunity to live inbetween...
J.A.B. 01-09-2025
It is then, that time does mock,
in fractured, punctuated dreams.
Alongside the tick of the clock.
Elusive, as sea serpents in a Loch,
your reflection, not always as it seems.
It is then that time does mock.
"Come, count the years, take stock.
life, expired tickets, you can't redeem,
alongside the tick of the clock."
And there, it comes as quite a shock.
You find yourself adrift, out of steam.
It is then that time does mock.
"You strutted away like a Peacock,
who's plumage means nothing in Death's theme,
alongside the tick of the clock."
Against youth's door, you stand and knock.
But, it is too late and you scream.
It is then, that time does mock,
alongside the tick of the clock.
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I am the seed hoping for soil
enriched with tears from the sky
a sun so warm one must pause
the rays perched upon the eyes
I could grow in solitude
escaping from this pod
then grab hold of the earth
to become one with fertile sod
so long as I can bloom
and launch precious seeds
some across a dormant summer sky
to sprout flower, bush, or tree
in the heavens I might travel
farther than the bald eagle
though I may end as fodder
for crows who squawk and banter
I am the seed hoping for you
To the mountaintop, the moon, and back
In times of peace and war,
From daybreak to sundown
Until the Mississippi River runs dry
I'll walk alongside you
Sunday, Monday, and always
From pitch-darkness to a beacon of light
Through pathways of life fraught
With boomerang possibilities
I'll walk alongside you
Across the murkiest of waters
Through obstacles and towering infernos
Through life's joys and sorrows
Through the razor's edge
I'll walk alongside you
When your legs grow weak with fatigue,
When your body and spirit deplete
Through the roughest of terrains
Come what may
I'll walk alongside you
( Verse)
Date written and posted: 06/13/2016
Not a message in a bottle...
As my heart looks out to sea...
...Each wave that crashes...The message I receive...
...Not my bonnie lies over the ocean...
...This gift, this love,
...Upon all sands...
...Stands alongside with me...
...Deep within ocean waves...
...To white surface spills...
...Like champagne corks in celebration thrills...
...Not my bonnie lies over the ocean...
This gift, this love,
...Upon all sands...
...Stands alongside with me...
Life goes through a controlled cycle
All that live must die
Else, would we not be objects of shadows
Trying to accomplish feats which are so unnatural?
God, an entity which we have not yet understood
Is good to all of existence
Since He creates, He also needs to destroy
Merely to allow the wheel of fate to keep on revolving
Since He creates, He created an entity to help him
In destroying that which he brought to be,
Death, in all its splendour!
God walks warmly alongside death
As the fate meant for those who died
Will be depending upon their own actions
The wheels have to keep turning
While God needs to keep feeding the universe:
Souls just transit through Earth
And their tendency is evaluated before they get sent
To there which suits them best;
Whether in highly spiritual places
Or down below the murkiest hell fires!
God is content in having created Death
God walks beside him and engages in conversations with him
God sups with him and even shares jokes with him
While we remain under the control of their will
Unable to be anything else other than
Lit dandelions blown in the vast sea of the universe!
Fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
God walks warmly alongside death.
Just as night is followed by dawn,
fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
Flesh grows cold when to light you’ve gone
and you have breathed your final breath.
Fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
God walks warmly alongside death.
As autumn leaves turn crimson and red, ready to fall
I lie here exhausted, waiting for my final call.
I stare into the approaching ferocious night,
And fear the fiend coming to strangle me tight.
As my final moments on earth begin to show,
My breath becomes shallow, my heartbeats grow slow
I feel, the clock ticks faster than ever before
And it is time for me to leave this earthly shore.
As the last ember of life is about to die out,
And the grim reaper has come from his hideout,
God, be on my side to give me peace,
And make my final journey one of ease.
I feel, He is staying close to me at this crucial hour,
Telling me- “Don’t fear! I shall be with you for ever.
I will be by your side to grant you a peaceful sleep
And angels shall be deployed for vigil to keep”
When I leave the surly bounds of this earth
To Heaven, I will ascend to enjoy perpetual mirth.
I am sure, He will carry me in His arms as angels sing,
And I will be welcomed by the Heavenly throng.
God, take my hand when I breathe my last sigh.
Let me get on my knees and comply,
Weak and meek before Your Majesty.
Take me home so gallantly.
My spirit is so tired.
Life is short and so long too, so desired,
To be in my final destiny,
Rejoicing with the angels, their voices so velvety.
A brown-eyed angel follows me around;
The loss is so profound.
God walks warmly alongside death—
She whispers at your last breath.
Early morning raindrops on my window pane.
They mimic my tears dops softly rolling down my face.
The dark skies represent the suffering that is in my
heart.
Cold air in spring is the response to my pain.
Joy is a gift that is eternal.
Remembering this I beginn to hear the birds outside my
home singing a delightful melody.
I graciously say that I appreciate this day.
Love a treasure that holds me back from bitterness.
Grandma's wise words of forgiveness soothes the hurt.
The humility of a sloaths movements disputes my anger of being laughed
at while in the struggle.
Seeing rhe future ahead clears my eyes.
Knowing there is one who will never leave me
secures my steps.
Can you be happy and sad
simultaneously
Many say you can today
contemporaneously
I say, on your wedding day
attend the funeral of a friend
That'll surely put your happiness
to an ignominious end
you live life
some good happens
added to your resume
ultimately
abstracted in test
stamped in a rock
placed on a small dirt plot
alongside wild flowers
God walks warmly alongside death
At any time last bell may ring.
Proceed happily on last breath.
Take life easy in zest and zing.
Don’t know, ‘After Life’, what will bring !
Warmly describes a human emotion,
understandably applied for humans to
pleasure, as it's biblically written
where the prophets of old and new
entertained the clueless population
yet obstacles hinder The Word's view.
Then and now, wrapped up in doubt
full of opinions, mostly their devices
deceptive or modify wherefrom the clout
synagogues or churches, advice is
from the pulpits that sermons rout
the ignorants who'll lose their soul's price.
One crucified along the side of Christ
asked for forgiveness before his death
was promised Heaven as his sacrifice
yet the Gospel of John kept his breath
but Matthew, Mark, and Luke spliced
the mocker didn't drink hell's lethe.
Yet Catholicism, Western, and Eastern
Orthodox, The Gospel of Nicodemus empowers
and Arabics who follow the Abraham version
except for most Protestants distant from cowers
to the acts of The Roman Martyrology diversion
was renamed Saint Dimas for those bowers.
The Word of God anointed Christ, The Prince of Peace
and the first resurrection was Lazarus' versed in The New
and Elijah's wheel was versed in The Old piece
God spake His voice, and Christ virtually knew
and rose from the dead, the advent increased
while death and birth are The Word's points of view.
Birth created life and waits for death to do its part
death identifies those precursors of sin
and death succeeds forgiveness for those who impart
as the dead will rise and breathe within
while their blessed souls rejuvenate and claim Heaven's depart,
angelic host resurrected flights for Heaven.
Old boat, time-worn path,
Dolphins glide through emerald waves,
Leaping side by side—
Their joyous dance in the mist,
Paints the sea with morning bliss.