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Called Home To Soon

Another stormy night in my hometown
Brought icy trees and wires down
Streets looking like a piece of glass
It was extremely hard for cars to pass

On this cold and chilling winters night
Bodies were thrown from a car in flight
One could see, not far out of sight
The reflection of red and blue lights 


From a deadly car crash, to a coffin
Lying there in innocence and youth
Surrounded by an aura of white
Called home too soon by God.

Un.

i always knew i wouldn’t die in a car accident.

over, and over in my mind i pictured


	the breath-gulping jolt, the heart-stopping shudder
the weak, gasping, clawing for control
inside the dark blackness

glass raining down on the innocent planet like butter knives
ecstatically sinking their jagged bodies into the ground, or simply shattering into chunks
upon touching

	i always knew i wouldn’t die in a car accident.

that my neck wouldn’t gracefully arch in the wrong direction
that it wouldn’t snap like
…a wishbone


i knew i wasn’t destined
to open my confused eyes in such an unknowing way that i would see my unfulfilled life
wander past me in the flash of a moment

	oh no, oh no
	i always, always knew i wouldn’t die in a car accident.

the smell of startled asphalt, the screech and cry of protesting tires, the stuttering of
my red leather seats, the cacophony of worried, puzzled thoughts and the unattached,
curious gazes from untouched onlookers that would then go about their unfulfilled lives
never unforgetting and the whiz of passing, unharmed automobiles

i would never experience the touch of crude, busy hands from those who make it their
unfulfilled life’s work to recover the unrecoverable, to correct the uncorrectable, to
save the unsavable, and to cure the uncureable

to stop the unwavering tide of death

yes death
that one single bright shining light in each of our lives that is constant and unalterable
and unmodifiable

	oh yes, i know i won’t die in a car accident.

around me, the sky is an ordinary blue, and birds wail their pure, righteous, unblamable,
and unstained ditties


how wondrous…i didn’t realize how high up i am                         .



	such along, long, long way down


	oh no, oh no
	i most surely will never ever die
	
			ina car accident.

The Ghost of You

I still feel her blue eyes, sad knowing the shadows are coming
Where did they take her? 
Imagining no more, no thoughts, no tomorrow,just you; alone,
She's still there at home really!
I try to consume the information but I can't, she can't,
I talked to her for hours she would fall asleep,
Day dawns, sun rises, people start unfolding out their homes
It's here, try to contain my emotion...
Knife to heart, weeping, lump to throat, no self control
I see it; the box and the flowers
Sitting in the car I watched it in the car before us
I see it still, a box and flowers
Sat in the church I feel you I know your in that box
Curtains open it's dark!
The box goes back and the curtains close your gone?
Bye Nan, Love you.
Young relatives look up to those older for eternity
I still look up to you wise lady.


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