Lifedeath Poems

The Risk of Living

The risk of living is not death at 
all..No thrills in jumping with no 
chance to fall...Life without death is 
not life at all.

A Clockwork of the Past

Some say that clouds can curve into a dream,
While resting restless roaming in the air.
'Twas I that walked into this cloudy theme,
That myst of mind and matter moved to share.
For breath breathed in my death life new to wear.

From death to life, a clockwork of the past,
A gift of beauty backwards moving fast,
Changing the colors

Through Eyes Opened

Through eyes opened
I see the world how it is
colours mixed into swirls of grey
blue skies faded
night skies empty
pain and death at every door
Through eyes opened
I see what I've become
a shadowy spectre drifting aimlesly
personality faded
emotionless, empty
pain and death nearing my door
I close my eyes
I glance the world after this
unimaginable shades light every shadow
vivid cloudless skies 
no

Questions

Bobb Marly
30 April 2011 3:20 PM

Is it the end or the beggining 
For He is the beggining and the end

Is death life and life death
His death brought us Life

Is reality a dream 
We dream of His reality

Is He in us
Are we in Him

We question for these answers
He answered for our questions

He died for us
We live

Life's Sudden Change

Lives Sudden Change
 

I can never get use to life's sudden change
The pieces of the puzzle getting rearranged
Life’s direction turned upside down
One minute living, the next underground
People taken from us before their time
Making no sense, reason, or rhyme
Why do the good ones always go first?
When there are so many seemingly worse
Someone explain, for I fail

From a Distance

A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope

In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature

A Scattered Man At Sea

Through life it is all the people,
All love and time,
All will go as death is fine,

The seas' waves let me float dead,
It's cold wind's journey speeds my spread,

I saw my bones beneath my skin,
Thinking they will never appear to thin,

No regrets or moral frets,
Life is death as death is set,
Man to flame!
Ash to the ocean!

And Here I Sit For the Thousandth Time

And here I sit for the thousandth time
Writing over and over the same old lines
Lost in the dark its hard to see
Im right here and I cant find me
Mirrors lie we all know that 
It doesn’t see as your heart is trapped
Except now theres truth in the night
It only reflects black without the light
And death

Vengeful Raven

Some people feel the need to be unhappy. 
They roam the real world dissatisfied and angry and hateful and vengeful.
Raven visits her fantasy world every evening when death rattles her windows
And she suffocates inside. 
She does not want to die, but she is dead inside. Nothing is working, but her gun.   
She carries

The Glory of Ancients

the birth of an infant
the ancient kingdom celebrates
gentle gift of life

man moved ahead
kingdom no more survived
families break up

new nuclear family
birth and death forever here
just seem to pass by

when death knocks on the door
realisation slides in
of the glory of ancients

Black Sunshine

Dawn rises, and the Sun is Grey, again : One can hear the tears flowing.
The nakedness of the mighty Oak :  Withers : In the shadow of “ LIFE “
I watch “Mother Nature”  cry Tears of pain : in the West wind blowing
I catch those tears of Pain: For My Beloved  “

Last Prayer

i stand here my back against the wall, nearly defeated, sedated physically, mentally well and alive. Death threatening to cease the beating of my heart, my blood runs cold, i pray, lord please allow me to die. These trials and twisted tribulations you predict have hardened my soul, my body has been bruised, battered and

True Story of a Fated Life

I was ripped out of my mother's womb by caesarian,
Punished for years in purgatorial syatem schools,
Abused in a paedophilic cult until I was seventeen,
fell truly madly deeply,
They saw to that,
Bought a van tried to escape them,
they stole my home,
Put me in an asylum,
Drove me on like snow,
Acieve, achieve only cruelty,
Suicide six times,
Then artistic genius,
Burning like

The Naked Truth

Me I'm a lyricist yet I'm a disciple first

I drink from the fountain of life so

its evident I never thirst

I murdered the old me so what you see

standing before you is the rebirth

truth is even tho salvation is paid for sin still hurts

we were born a livin curse but we heirs to the

kingdom of Heaven

Every Begining Has End

From life was given death at its end,
And from death I was given life from the beginning,
With no end.

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