Die Poems

Kill By The Sword, Die By The Bullet

Inspired by Bruce Dickinson song Darkside of Aquarius 
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On the wings of the first hellrider were venoms ~
so prodigious they were shrouded in veils of darkness,
to erase the traces of his passing,
and deceive mothers from hiding their children from the eastern warmonger.

From molten rocks and flaming seas arose the second hellrider,
hawking the fares of evil

Get on with your die

some signal assigned you has not arrived
all doors locked with house's gatekeeper gone
removed remote heart not in to survive
with losses a plenty there's no will has won

lost love hangs ever present clinging past
across forward path and no way around
with futures foreclosed chance saying at last
blame guilt any excuse will bring you down

falls daily no regard

Hesitation my friend lets die together

Hesitation greets me like a neighbor
Boring its eyes into my skull with a friendly smile
It has no face and no skin
It doesn’t even have eyes

The morning air is hot and solid
Like water but thicker
My hands are sweaty and covered in blisters
And my legs, do not respond

The air of dirty mornings
Shifts in scent
Till the sour tang

Too Young To Die

So long ago
It was a far different world
It was safe to be a child
You could attend school 
Go to your church
Or just play outside
You would feel perfectly safe
No one decided when it was time to die
Now you cannot do these things
Not without worrying if you would get home
It is a sad world when there are

Will you cry if I die

Will you cry if I die?
die I must, more inevitable than I was born.

Born in night, I did cry,
cry, that was the sound of joy.

Joy of birth then, now the joy of death,
death will bring a closure to the miseries of life.

Life spent in survival, always striving to pay the bills,
Bills from now will be

I Am Afraid To Die

I am afraid to die, to leave the sun,
The gentle hum of rivers, and the rain.
The roses I have loved, the songs once sung,
The quiet evenings I shall see no more.

I am afraid to die, to lose the light
That filters soft through trees in spring,
The tender hush of stars that pierce the night,
The little joys

No Good-Bye - tsf

your feel
still comes
to me
when I 
recall
our love
filled years

our shared
passion
goes on
inside
my heart
though gone
are tears

decades
went by
while I
cried ‘why
did you
so choose
to die’

I know
in time
we will
unite
where love
feels no
good-bye

When gods die they go to hell

"Blue is the colour of the shroud I want to be buried with,
If there's a body left to bury.
If not, then just remember me,
Picture me in a blue hue; my soul, you'll see.
My days are closing in, rising in numbers,
Dreams are full of chasing demons now
Where to go, where to flee,
Where do the gods go

Over One Percent Of Floridas Prisoners Die Every Year In Prison And It's Never In The News

the sun cooks the fences
the guards smoke and laugh
men rot behind steel,
stacked like moldy bread.

over one percent
they die—
nobody counts
except the families,
and the dirt.

a body here,
a stabbing there,
sickness in the cells
that medicine never touches.

no cameras come,
no headlines scream.
just a whisper in the dark,
and silence sells better than truth.

They Say

They say,
nothing stays the same forever.
I say,
please stay the same until I die.

Sweet to Die

If in thy love I meet my mortal end, how sweet to die,
Or if thy breath restores my soul, what joy draws nigh.

Thou art an ocean, vast with grace, I but a shell,
If one pure drop I taste of thee, all shall be well.

The morning breaks—if with true wine my cup thou fill,
This aged heart

Matrix Fleece

Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned 
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too 
What has become of us and why
I

I would let him die

I would see him die, rather than saving him.

I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved.

If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way.

But I will have the thought that he

Where the wildflowers grow

When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow

Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow

And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow

Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow

As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit

SPIRIT THAT REFUSE TO DIE

Silent prayers swallowed by fear
Behind cold walls and guarded gates
Voices crushed beneath heavy boots
Lives erased in whispered hate.

Families torn, dreams confined
Faith hunted like a fading flame
Eyes that plead for freedom’s light
Caught in endless pain.

The world watches, silent, still
As hope flickers, barely alive
But their spirit, though battered
Refuses ever to die.

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