Suicide Gospel Poems

If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside lives
flowing out emphatic love

We will continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn.

When I try...

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Desire death do those with weakness, 
    For present circumstances. 
To climb the face of life is meekness: 
   ...

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Sackcloth and ashes
blood and steel clashes 

carbon dust burnt at last 
digging the umber crust

sackcloth and ashes lie 
as time passes into the future 

it...

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The day is long as my time is short
I walk the course of vengeance with a heavy heart
I see the pillars of flame...?

I see the...

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Angel of the Hollow Eyes 
of dark devices and secret lies 
of stone façades as shadowed fly

Mechanical things turn deep inside 
broken and cruel 
each...

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All long the wind swept streets 
vacant windows stare 
like absent eyes of statues 
Shuttered an abandon
standing there 
in their sites 
their hollow façades

Vacant faces...

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To Eden
...men came.
With machines of fire
Roses of Desire did the same.
To Blacken the Sands for Years.
A fortress of Praise:
To quite a Rage in a garden...

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Crimson chrome 
bitter bone covered 
in dust broken  
in rust of ages
as industries rage 
the sage of the ministry 
gathering the storm 
lost bits...

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We live in a world 
Where all things are moving
Where nothing halts
Where nothing turns back
Where all that it is is noise

We live in a world
Broken...

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Yesterday

We 
that can remember
keep-alive
those that have been forgotten,
in the small room,
the place in our hearts,
where God 
plants the best flowers,
and no tears…
fall....

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Dust in the Attic

The tree, 
I have to take it down. 
It is heavy and I am tired,
before I start. 
That is not going to...

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Man is evicting us from our home the cry of the wilderness
endangering the very life cycle of nature itself
Look us in the eyes and clearly...

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The Restaurant 
(55+ )

Crows eyes and acorn feet, 
What will I look like, 
When I get old?
When will that be?

Kindergarten ABC’s, 
Elementary 123’s, 
High (School)...

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Empty (paper?)

The page is glaring at me. 
White, huge, a slice of nothing…
Waiting to be something. 
What if I can not?
What if I simply can...

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Political Speak
Code 101
Socialism for the Young

It is okay to lie to those that we talk to.
That is what we teach here. 
Do you understand? 
It...

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