(An old friend, married 44 years, passed - and I could only think of her and her husband.)
We knew one day this would happen
that one of us would decease.
As I am forever selfish,
I hoped it would be me.
When the end was very near,
I whispered in her ear,
“Stay close by the river Styx my dear,
for I’ll be following on very soon,
our souls may not look like our bodies
but I’m certain I’ll know you,
I cherished every breath you took
even as older we both grew,
sharing every mortal struggle,
and every lover’s sigh,
I always wanted to look my very best
when I looked into your eyes.
So, stay close by the river Styx my dear,
I’ll be following very soon
I could endure bitter hell itself
as long as I’m with you.”
.
.
A song for this:
I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face by James Taylor
I've had a lot of friends in life, so many have come and gone
But there's still a lot of them that keep on living on
So many that I've come to know believe in what they hear
There's so much lying going 'round, oh lord, that's what I fear
Who really knows who's wrong or right, perhaps it's me or you
The politicians have us all in rage, who knows what's false or true
But let us not forget what's right, though many things seem wrong
I think that we all know by now where illegals all belong
Though illegals are a thing, and should be addressed to there's no doubt
There are other things that should be addressed and firstly figure out
For instance, how about the people fighting for their lives
Like children, siblings, sisters, brothers and husbands widowed wives
They struggle to survive, they struggle just to breathe
Just because of who they are or what they do believe
Not only in your country, because you're not the only ones to please
There're also all the good-hearted people that live across the seas
We are we and they are they and before we're all decease
I pray that soon we can come together and live our lives in peace
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Soon I'll be dead
Soon I'll be six feet under
My children will cry
At the volume of thunder
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I hope you don't mind
No one lends you it back
I'm not borrowing your time
I stole it
Or you spent it
You can't relive a scene
You're living
Or you're dying
But there's no in between
And that's why I'm sad
As I rot on this bed
I spend my life dying
Stead of living
And now I'm dead
I spent my life working
To pay off my bills
Didn't see the world with my children
And now I never will
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
This isn't to depress
Just a warning that your life
May be even less
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
I'm scared like a baby
At age thirty-seven
Did my tree blossom
Or wilt itself away
Am I in hell
Or am I in heaven?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Call me the priest
I hope he can pray
For me as I decease
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death is calling me
The streets feel desolate
Glass houses are empty
And lonely
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
Death's walking the street
Every second a lamp shatters
Crystals broken and tattered
Did I even matter?
Hey, Mrs. Johnson
On my very last breath
Death shall be no more
I shall conquer death.
Some family members
Is a real piece of work
They don't do anything
Nor give a helping hand
To help with their elderly
Or disabled parents or
Relatives, they live there
Happy life without a care
In the world, while some
other relative sacrifice their
Time to help out but the second
One of them dies, the
Do nothings comes around
Expecting something, like
Money, the house, the car
But they never lifted a finger
To help, the decease family member
But even if you get something
You're still a loser in the end
Rice paper dreams, lanterns and beamers of peace
lighting the way to my heart you are in far remote
Intricate cutout beauty, please do not decease
for I need you to guide me with radiant denote
Lantern of love illuminate me with soulful grace
far deeper is your symbol than mere luck of age
Ramadan rose * Easter lily * Passover Iris- lace
some days I am sinner, some days I am sage
Star lantern of my heart help me keep my vow
to a dormant holiday that often seems demure
Oh spirit of the season, guide me to your Tao
and Universal truth, please do not obscure
the lanterns of my soul, as I celebrate in-grit
and return to love, with altruistic composite.
When you know you've been the fool...
As if you're ready to re-enroll in school.
But then you realize, no matter the shame or burn,
That all of us make the same mistakes, it's how we learn.
So instead of kicking your own ass around the block,
Try a gentler approach, and don't throw the first rock.
Then you can forgive yourself, and try not to repeat.
While your maturity and wisdom grow, and your almost complete.
Yet even when whole, there's still many a missing piece.
Where the ongoing work-in-progress, may never be decease.
Since the strings that once attached, remain few and far between.
The scars left by others, are to remember and always seen.
All throughout, a puppet master schemes, towards new tomorrows,
Searching the digital domain, for the loneliest of bedfellows.
And when found, the rich new targets will be fed.
With a virtual diet of fantasy, and endless ecstasy ahead.
Soon the hunt comes to its ending, and the slaughter now begins.
As wallets are raped and assaulted, with shadows hidden beneath coffins.
An old poet
I want to write a book, and write poetry books,
But I can't even get the people to take a look.
Nevertheless the comments that feed my soul,
Feed my ego and my appreciation is never so, so.
Sick of growing old when all I want to do is die.
Time to give up on giving up and give it a try.
Will I write a master piece, before I cease,
Or just throw away the piece I tried to write before I decease?
It’s life or death or death or writ.
If it ain’t in me, then I’ll find a lift.
A way to raise my dead corpse once more,
To write a book, or die a bore.
(C)2023 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Here IS MY SAY:
WE BE THESE! Yeeaaaaah!
999° Ancient EGYPTIAN SEED!
Regret what you Beget?
Come Hither and Deliver ALL your
Apologies ON YOUR KNEES
BEG WE Please! You wicked
Diabolical DECEASE! WE
Nine Hundred Ninety Nine Degrees!
Ancient EGYPTIAN SEED!
Believe WE NEVER This Day forget
Your ATROCITIES! WE WILL BEGET
All LAWFUL APOSTASY. Beget Beget
Beget. Hang what IS WORTHY FROM
your NECK! EMBLEM of LIFE!
We are almost home now REFLECT!
AaaaaaH! YeeaaaaaH! 999 DEGREES!
Abate of glory celebration rains
Whom shall remain explain the indecent
Losses of the fact soar plummet ill gains
Parley the thoughts remembering recent
Humanity joyous hopes of decease
~
So far, within me I look into you
The God that essence ever so present
Spiritual soul eyes captures yon view
Across seldom streams darkening crescent
Bores the lit-lighted exposing descent
1/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Dizain
Driving down the distant highways
How can I survive
Just me and my Cadillac sailing free and far
Gravity is pulling all my thoughts towards you
My comfort level contorted
Things was easy street before you mattered
On this broken bodied highway
Strapped in this tin can with only leather straps
In this faster than light Cadillac
Flying passed the fields and pastures
Leaving our Galaxy to infinity with my girl
turning to dust and the rebuilt again
You bring me to my knees in with your beautiful decease
Watching years go by taking my sweet pie time
Did I ever believe if that's what god said
That if I wait, I will get you
Did I ever tell you it wasn't you in my dream
Shelby Shelby I ain't no soldier of make believe
Shelby Shelby listen to what the meadow lark says
Ill be here for you bright an early
Ill be here for you in my own way
Our love has no ending that could say that was
My song has been witnessed
Distant sun pushing flares torching train tracks
Haunting blue sapphire delinquent diamond true
To another disputed day
Know one can say
What is a holiday
This reptile leaves without a trace,
it is a sign of betrayal and disgrace,
it catches its prey with grace,
Don't you take them as merely or fake,
Medusa's thirst for blood they slake,
Oh the great snake
Oh the great snake
The caustic substance they release,
Known to lay many decease,
If you agitate your life they shall cease,
Known to be found in many lakes,
They can even fight Nathan Drake,
Oh the great snake
Oh the great snake
They are an arrow in nature's quiver,
Their bewhiching body is like a river,
This beast can impair your liver,
Killing it might seem easy as cake,
Don't try it or your life they shall take,
Oh the great snake
Oh the great snake
She made me believe
that I would find the real peace,
and wonders would never cease;
Yet, how would I know
that all what I expected
would come true
after my decease
Trying to find
The happiness of
Trying to find
The way
They kept him on life support
I sat outside and would not move
He had suffered greatly from his heart attack
I tried to pray but I had no connection
I had an old original native drum
Could I have found a connection
To where he went
When he left his soul
It must have been that decease that almost
Wiped us out
Without you I'd be in disbelief
The answer on the face where the diamond shined
Now there is suffering in our hearts
I see the retreat the escape from this dreary city
Standing naked in the breeze
Does it mean the freedom of a dream
She behaves that way in an unreal life
Part of a force we do not see
Defending goodness
Is that the force
What has living Morphed into
A day pass from prison
For the murder of Glory
Help me believe a spirit to be true
Help me see what a miracle is supposed to be
Of spirit, of drug and a mistake or two
Along the way
Trying to find
The happiness of
Trying to find
The way
They kept him on life support
I sat outside and would not move
He had suffered greatly from his heart attack
I tried to pray but I had no connection
I had an old original native drum
Could I have found a connection
To where he went
When he left his soul
It must have been that decease that almost
Wiped us out
Without you I'd be in disbelief
The answer on the face where the diamond shined
Now there is suffering in our hearts
I see the retreat the escape from this dreary city
Standing naked in the breeze
Does it mean the freedom of a dream
She behaves that way in an unreal life
Part of a force we do not see
Defending goodness
Is that the force
What has living Morphed into
A day pass from prison
For the murder of Glory
Help me believe a spirit to be true
Help me see what a miracle is supposed to be
Of spirit, of drug and a mistake or two
Along the way
I knew of a man who journeyed himself a threefold
Before he could face decease.
First, his coming into the world
It was I could say a thrill to all
Albeit the months' trials
He huffed and puffed
Wishing the new environment to be favourable ;
But it felt horrendous
However, he was courageous to endure the child's stage
This: marked the first-ended but starting point of his journey.
Thereafter he embarked on and embraced his secular travel
With the hanker of being an elite
And surely he became,
Achieving his bona fide Masters
With a monthly emolument in his name.
This: paved the path to his final journey.
That was the retired stage
Yes, he journeyed the journey of the old
And found no nicety of this age
Then, on spec, the jealous fate turned him to elapse
Craving the dude's journey to a halt.
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