Funeral Humanity Poems

I am cold and I drive myself away
From a grave made of clay
With yellow-colored edges,
And the earth as its lid.
	
I am cursed to accept myself...
A...

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Woke up amidst the screaming cries, dared to stare through the window
Eyes couldn't believe a thousand corpses lying, hands couldn't recognize the skulls
The day before...

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People who tell it like it is
Are usually wrongfully targeted
People who tell the truth with ease
Are routinely are attacked or assassinated
The truth exposes the weaknesses...

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I
In church, decor by Desiree Seymour
Jesus rose up again, we sang with gusto
There followed communion, bread and wine
Thoughts: He, bread of life ; we, bread...

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I stand in the aftermath 
between the oscillations of time 
wondering idle thoughts of you

I feel my mind haunted by 
the passing moments of you
like...

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Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt. 
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required. 
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden....

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We don't approve, you know. Approve of what?
The folk who go to London, or who don't
The folk who get the flowers out, or not
The folk...

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And if I die tomorrow 
Tell my friends I tried,
that I tried living my best
And sorry if I wasn't a good friend 

And if I...

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Along a quiet river to nowhere were styx lean like broken crosses. The wind is gentle with a sent of quite decay or is that...

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In doom light, I see all that is & 
Ever was, I see all the façades 
Stripped away n callouses 
Tearing away all the love...

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What will it be?
The day you fly away
The day you're set free

What will be said?
When a date is set on the right side of the...

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Let's cast these words at a funeral like shards in clay pots
like hard sounds n bright noise of memories of this lot 

of feelings real...

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Bring on the pain 
       for I have seen my ruin misspent ways.
Bring on the rain 
  ...

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the forest is silent and deep 
we transverse the seasons of sleep 
the depth of unknown regions 
in our collective darkest past 
silent and deep...

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Dark clouds rise high, gathering overhead 
a throng of gods sit in their silent, 
mysteries.

A black funeral pyre…

Darkly shedding tears, 
rainfalls cold, drifts down alone...

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