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Rest my friend truly you deserve some peace
Life sometimes hard but you always did maintain
Your friends carry a memory of you that won't cease
A peculiar fellow quickly your anger could increase
How adamantly you would continue to explain
Rest my friend you deserve to get some peace
Your passion for life could never decrease
Even after suffering so much agony and pain
Your friends carry a memory ofyou that won't cease
From every lecture I could take away a piece
Always knowing there was something to gain
Rest my friend trulyyou deserve some peace
I continue on now still searching for my crease
We have a friendship that death cannot contain
Yes I'll carry a memory of you that won't cease
Truly our friendship never faltered in the least
Even now I can still hear you complain and complain
Rest now my friend truly you deserve some peace
Your friends carry a memory of you that won't cease
R. I. P. ARTHUR GLOVER
They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
No one can forever soothe a soul,
as all memories evaporate like sunrise dew,
but remember me
when mist congregates at dawn.
Recognise my ghost,
when the fresh breeze brushes your lips.
I will be hiding in the khaki hues of nature,
from the first bloom,
to the last thorn,
to the last leaf,
as my spirit is the essence of four seasons,
so remember me among the 'forget me nots,'
and the scents that bring a pause.
When you paint your masterpiece of dahlia,
don't ignore the moon gazing in awe.
Unless you have given him a new name.
In the tranquillity of twilight,
notice me beaming, surrounded by lanterns.
Unless you no longer recognise my eyes.
In sun searing reveries,
as turquoise waves soften sandy ripples,
listen to spirits whispering our lyrics,
and remember me when adorning lilac fibres,
which you stripped from my chest.
When thunder knocks at your door,
and lightning flashes at your windows,
will you remember me
in the humidity after the monsoon?
When the path is dark,
and the journey turbulent,
will you commemorate me in you sighs?
I cannot return the souvenirs,
gifted to me from your words,
nor erase double edged metaphors,
where love's reflection, once glittered,
so when your muse is lifeless,
relive our recollections
without the need for ink.
Upon the arrival of silence,
when your hands have nothing to hold,
place them together
and remember me
in the sacredness we once shared.
Simple Sunday Musing.
21/6/26
Whatever next?
You say that this life isn't enough
Yearning with a need to feel the rush
Excitement found on deadly ground
Feet on fire dancing to the latest sound
Whatever next?
When too much is not enough
When being bad beats outright the niceties of being good
Adrenaline pumping means never stopping!
Mind absorbs the nature of every sin
Whatever next?
A faster car? A faster life? A memory scar?
Must see, must have, can't be, can't have!
Can't see the past, the future must be had
Must feel the feel, must taste the now
Can't stop for you, can't tread your ground
Whatever next?
No meaning, no way. Not in with the groove, you're so passé
Don't know, don't care
Get out of my way!
Whatever next will you do?
You burned the people all around you because they became so 'un-cool'
You couldn't stop, you couldn't stand still
Must be in the craze, must have the latest pill!
The brakes came on when you couldn't stop
Life caught up with you and the bubble popped!
Not 20 no more! Can't burn through the night like before!
Body now feels the cold, mind can't take no more
You chased the chase, but the 'run' ran out on you
You can't accept that you're only human too!
Introductions were fine, but then..... they bring questions to you!
Whatever next are you going to do?
Tides of Life
Thoughts of my heart flowed out as tears,
The future ahead holds lots of fears.
As I alone walked down that memory lane,
I felt nothing but heartache all over again.
Once the days had been so joyful and carefree,
Those days when we were two; then became three.
How much hope and expectations had we,
What our bundle of joy would grow up to be!
Alas! As we dreamt of one thing, we realized another,
For Cruel Fate would not let us be together.
Entangled in the web of the dreams we weaved,
Happy days were few and short lived.
Had it not been for that dark and fateful night,
Such would surely not have been our plight,
This realization fell over me before day,
Oh God, what are we but statues of clay!
How your absence filled my life with emptiness!
Bereaved of all joy and full of loneliness.
The merciless turns of the tides of life,
Made it hardly possible for one to survive.
It was then that I looked into the eyes of innocence
Of one who cared and shared my grievance.
“Don’t leave me too,” they seemed to plead.
Shedding my cloak of sorrow, I embraced him instead.
With his affectionate love he kept me bound.
The last straw in the stormy sea I had found.
My young child taught me how to live over again,
And smile through Life’s inflicted suffering and pain.
The calamities of the past now being long over,
These queries of my mind still remain unclear.
Will Happiness ever think of rejoining me?
Will I ever from those memories be set free?
By: Jaishree Ghariwala Doshi
How lucky I am
To have the privilege
Of hearing your voice
Through a speaker,
The remnants of your laugh
Still burnt into memory,
Your smile the brightest
There ever truly was,
As infectious as ever.
But what of your touch,
Your hold, your hug.
How do I remember
The physicalities of these things
And the comfort that they could
Always so easily bring.
How do I recall
What it felt like
To throw myself into your arms
And be wrapped in the warmth
Of the sun amidst a frozen winter land.
To know that you would always be here?
How do I recall it
When the moment I try,
There's a ghost of a shiver,
Of a touch, of a hold
That leaves the entirety of me
Shaking, quaking, aching,
That leaves me longing
For the reassurance
And the presence
Of my mother again.
Tansy Roekaerts
12:35 AM (12 hours ago)
Mirage
With eyes as parched as the desert I travel,
I thirst for my loss, yet do not unravel.
The sun it scorches with merciless rays,
Though heart not skin it brutally flays.
My life before me: a vast expanse,
Empty and scorched infernal sands.
Traveller dropped in foreign terrain,
Totally wrecked, blindsided by pain.
‘Not all is lost’, swears false apostle,
So now I believe, for relief so colossal
Gleams right ahead in sparkling silver,
Joy so intense, my tears form a river:
Our faces awash, in joy so sublime,
I feel such hope, imagining what's mine
Returning to me. That long cool sip
Shimmers ahead, into relief I'll dip
A desire so great. I count the days,
Striving to reach that scintillating haze,
So full of promise, till deceived I fall -
Nature lies too. Still their names I call.
Could have chance be with us?
And let our eyes be indulged,
With the sweetness of hope,
It vanishes the bitterness of dope,
Will I feel you in my arms?
So passionate...very loveful hugs..
The rain pours heavily,but instead of water
I see hearts dripping
Everything is in scarlet...
Giving a sign to us,
That our love will blossom, not sooner or later
But in a time of crimson
When will I see thee?
Perhaps when the raven turns to dove.
Where will I see thee?
Maybe you are behind the millions of clouds up in the sky..
And that right time comes,
We meet by the kingdom of the sea.
As I dry my spoon covered in tears,
I wish I had known you for years.
I'll drink your coffee until it disappears,
Or until the jar completely clears.
It is sinking in, I'll never see you again.
I'll always remember you, my new friend.
I thought our fun times would never end.
I always liked your own kind of zen.
As much as I know you are with the Lord,
I grieve your absence, miss your presence.
I let my bowl soak like my face in essence,
Covered by tears, silent like a broken chord.
Odd things happened, a lighter appeared,
Out of nothing, found cigarettes somewhere,
Today, your kettle is full of water that cooled,
But I know, your spirit was showing its wear.
Expressions of my concerns for you, pulling you close to me but despite that you continue
to sleep on me from your journey of the unaccountable. A road to seek your individuality you often express, We took our
hands in sacrament we both said we do now
it seems you get so agitated and tell me you're
tired of this lifestyle.
Have you lost the faith you once possessed?
Am I a mind reader? You keep your frame of mind bottled up for whichever reasons today, yesterday, tomorrow you're persistently showing me your variants of your different faces and mental attitudes, No i'm not questioning myself, am I of dispossession of
you releasing your inner fears and tell me so
What I did do differently that I don't do now?
Lean towards me my child and these situations for I am the way, truth and light, I am
a trusting spirit and let no one take away your faith towards me.