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.
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 that the clouds consume.
But nothing mortal never seems to last,
And life ended inside my mother's womb.
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 dark, no night
love and peace at every door
I keep my eyes closed
I see you now
my bright shining light
never faded
never empty
A beautiful angel at my door.
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 for Him
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 to understand
The senseless death of another good man
I know that death is a part of life
And no one is immune, not husband or wife
But the pain is so hard to bear
When you lose someone in which you care
Lord forgive me for these words of doubt
I’m just painfully trying to figure this out
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!
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 her gun for protection from the horrors of her childhood.
Hatred is her only reality.
There is never a way to recover what has been lost.
So little time to make this unbearable life whole again.
Walking among the dead gives her a sense of power and justice. The underground can smell
It and do not like it.
The air is filled with misery, yet she can breathe better her than in her real world.
She gets so alone sometimes that it just makes sense to her.
Raven is a soldier. Her body is her temple, her bunker where she can run for cover.
She gets mean at the obscene. Takes risks and lashes out.
The darkness is her friend. Her solitude.
Her time to take back what has been stolen from her. Her soul.
She decides if death is so scary then life can't be that bad.
Among the Dead Contest by Kristen Bruni
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
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 a gem like flame,
Drugs alcohol, homelessness fights,
Sleepless nights,
Fame world fame,
Immaculate conception,
then heavenly rejection,#
Insane,
Now 35 death at new year,
They say they will stick me for sure if I celebrate,
I'm not scared now,
As death is my victory.
From life was given death at its end,
And from death I was given life from the beginning,
With no end.
Sticky hot weather like angry hands choking your breath way..
Fear its cold shivers of panic racing down your back , oh how do you get away?
Death is quick , death is quiet peaceful easy. Death is snow.
Heaven is for children
Hell is for sinners
I fall somewhere in between
where do i go?
just a ghost
just a though
smoke.
gone.
The price of fame is way too high
But some will never learn
And for this reason some will die
Something, they have to earn
They sell their souls for attention
They will not be ignored
Even knowing that their intentions
Carries a just reward
Billy the kid and Jesse James
Were two, that found this prize
But in the end, to seal their names
Both of them simply dies
Shakespere, Picasso, even Poe
Were virtually unknown
Then death come searching for their souls
That's when their fame was grown
In death, we see someone's beauty
Why not while they're alive?
Survival, it is our duty
In death our work will thrive
life
death
slowly dieing inside through life
dieing leaving love one to grieve
choosing
I wonder if death is better than living but I always choose life
Living death
just to see my love ones happy
no matter how much I wish to die
Choosing is hard
life
death
some choose death thinking no one cares
some choose life and know no one sees the truth
choose wisely
life
death
two choices
A thief,doctor even a man of the cloth,
life and death, you can have one but never both.
Many seek survival at all cost.
A last breath, the battle and war are lost.
The preacher says dust to dust.
The buried now a mere fragment of the past.
Here death has won.
Labor pains pains, a debate on names.
A boy, a girl?
All is well.
The midwife guides,
The mother fights,
The husband waits.
The baby finally comes,
Gives a shrill cry.
Tiny fingers and thumbs,
A tiny fist.
As if to say"I am tiny but i will fight that beast"
Beast?death defeated by mother and child.
Here life has won.
Tears of joy, tears of pain,
Tears all the same.
The child cries at birth,
The mourners at the funeral.
Life and death seem to be lovers.
The dead, life's gift to death.
The newly born, death's gift to life.
Webs of the fallen
Welcome me
To these stone halls
Where the dead walk free
The path below my step
So creek
Alert the dead
To make groans weak
I see my father
Laid dead and bare
I’d shed a tear
But no soul would care
I see my mother
Down proud and strong
Never I cry
But I will play her song
I see a daughter
A girl I once knew
Her car crashed on the ice
And with her I flew
I see a son
A mind beyond its age
Loved him as a brother
Ending cancer took him that day
This murk, these catacombs
All death is but a lie
Amongst these decaying hearts
Their loving memories reside
Finally death is here
To send me on my way
If I only a question to give
Is the world okay?
Death lightly said to me
The world is weary and proud
Its souls are full of dread
And are covered in my shroud
But surprised I am still
Your hope is all around
It is larger than my will
And muffles my every sound
You have lived a life so long
But welcome to my land
I’m sorry if this welcomes wrong
We have many a man
Now I walk so willingly
From this world to the next
But happy I am still to see
My love for life was yearly met
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