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-Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For
they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In this divine
glass, they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the comfort of
friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best
sense, ever present, because immortal.- William Peen, More Fruits of Solitude
D- Death is like a mirror, everyone faces it
E- Compare it to history, you can't Erase it
A- After life it comes, good or bad?
T- True we go to a better place, but we still feel sad
H- Haters try hard to Hide from it
E- Evade death huh, don't even try it
V- Inevitable since birth, it's like a Virus
E- Enter our nose and irritate it like a sinus
N- When it comes to dying, don't ever say Never
A- Death is one smart being, Accept that he's clever
F- Friends turn to Foes
F- Foes turn to Friends
E- By the time we begin our bond, it will be the End
C- The way He gets us without warning, very Cunning
T- Trying to get away, don't even start running
S- My advice to you haters, try to Survive
T- Because right next to you is where death Thrives
H- Let me contradict myself, inside you is His Home
A- Forget who you kick it with because you die Alone
H- Haters go to hell where you feel real Heat
A- Where you must bow to kiss the Fallen Angel's feet
T- Down there you won't act Tough
E- Now we're Even, your punishment is rough
R- It is coming fast, prepare the Ritual
S- Death Selects everyone and touches every individual
Form:
Today is the day
Tomorrow is the pain
The future is the face
The fate is the case
The case is the fear
The fear is the death...........
Life and date
date and fate
Fate and grave
Grave and grieve......
Oh life! Mention your intension
to me...... Open ma eyes to
see the real... Keep in ma
heart the courage to face
your intension,set ma
passion to be on a
mission,,,make ma ears not
care for folks
reactions,,,,make ma dreams
the day-to-day
television,,,give me one
reason to run on your path
to ma destinations......
Your hands are too heavy on
peoples back,,,your words
are too empty in peoples
mouth,,,your vision is too
void
for many souls to
avoid,,,your reasons are too
wrong for men to
forelong,,,Life spares,death
scears,coffins tells,grave
kept....
A desire to die,,a desire to
live,,your fate is painful for
souls to grip...
With poverty you make so
many lives a painstew,,,with
undeserve sickness you
make many lives
surpressed,,,with death you
make ma world mate look
unsincere,,,every hearth is
afraid of the story that he or
she has kicked the basket....
Life! You know
man's days are
numbered,why do have to
remind them that they may
not live to experience some
years
december,,,making some
happiness look very
sobber,,,all men will say,it is
God intension...who will
sentence death to life
imprisonmen,withour thinking
of his life a living
interest?...,ALASS
Life! Life!! Life!!!
Four letter word
Yet proves so many souls
wrong.....
Wealth and death
Poverty and life....
A Child’s View of Death
People say now that Grandpa was thin
But he had plump cheeks; cancer had set in
Each Sunday penny candy in my hand he’d place
And with rugged hands he’d embrace my face
To an impetuous toddler, his cigars smelled foul
But I don’t remember him ever sporting a scowl
On the way to mass my hand he’d squeeze
And no one ever mentioned his disease
But I’ll not forget the way mama cried
When she hugged me and said Grandpa had died
Though yellow tulips bloomed outside
I entered that parlor where emotions ran high
Grandpa looked peaceful, like he was asleep
I walked softly toward him, not making a peep
Where was that smile I’d come to expect
Not one movement could I detect
It can cause harm taking preschoolers to funerals
Death viewings can be the most frightening rituals
Fear lingered for months as I dreamt of him
Lying in a coffin, his skin cold and face grim
Children should remember those who have passed
Alive and happy, the way they’d seen them last
A fear of death plagued me for many years
I couldn’t accept that good people disappear
From our lives, to be buried in the ground
In thoughts of this loss, my spirits drowned
It wasn’t till later I realized the eternal life of souls
And that in both forms of life, we each have our roles
Be sure to tell little ones of God’s special home
And how our deceased loved ones sit by His throne
In coming to terms with this revelation
I learned to see death as a new life’s creation
*For Lay's "Darkest Childhood Memory" Challenge
Purple laced with hint of black, bound together with golden sash,
placed upon this wooden box, sealed shut with silver locks,
upon the shoulders the coffin carried, placed inside the horse drawn carriage,
procession leads me through the streets, to place my casket six foot deep,
as the sound of earth pounds on the lid, I awaken, trapped within,
frantic screams and scratch of nails, my call for rescue seems to fail,
fear and horror at this my fate, as oxygen makes its quick escape,
logic tells me I will die, the world oblivious to my desperate cries
still I struggle to survive, but it's no use, I 'm buried alive
Damn them all, they will pay, I leave a curse on them this day..,
"once darkness takes my light from me, my spirit angered shall break free
I will come to each in turn at night, blood stained and twisted from this burial fright,
I will place my cold clawed hands upon your face, escort your soul to a burial state,
you will fight to stay alive, for every breath that I deny,
Death shall come and set you free as I take you six foot deep with me"
As my eyes begin to close, the color of death begins to show,
my lips are blue my skin so pale, on the sea of death my soul sets sail
Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust, my vengeance will be fair and just.
Rest in peace, no not for me, the blessing of the RIP
I have much I need to do, and now I'm coming after you.
Watching you hurt, watching you fade
hurts me too as I wince with pain.
Everything hurts.
I can't explain
except to say:
everything hurts.
You, my source of comfort, the Mother of my life, the very reason I breathe.
I owe you my life, but you're being taken away from me.
You're gonna take my breath with you aren't you?
You're gonna take my breath with you.
Its ok if you do.
There's no reason to breathe without you.
After all, all my breath is owed to you.
Thank you...
Thank you...
for giving me life,
for letting me fly,
for teaching me to love life.
You can't hold onto your own, but your fingers close around mine.
And you say 'continue, you'll be ok.
I promise I'll see you someday
when death is a good thing.'
I know exactly what you mean...
Cuz I can't wait to watch the very last breath
of your suffering to be erased from my head.
I can't wait til tears run out of supply,
I can't wait til sadness dies.
When the thought of you doesn't sting
and death is a good thing...
When your hurt
and my empathy pains
and our tears
die, die, die.
When people ask
if we're ok
we won't have to
lie, lie, lie.
I want to hurt what's hurting you.
I've watched...you slowly go
but who's gonna watch me go?
I've wiped your tears as you pretended not to cry
but who's gonna look after mine?
If you die...
If you die...
If you die...
I die
Oh, death malevolent!
The taker of us all before our time,
you grimly reap a myriad of souls,
cruelly stealing many in their prime,
and countless young and innocent
have you whisked ruthlessly away!
Oh, death Malevolent!
Why this utter heartlessness that you display?
Oh, horrifying death!
When young, I read of you in Revelations.
Your nature so atrocious
filled my tender heart with trepidation -
thinking of humanity's travails
the many painful ways to die.
Oh, horrifying death!
What good is it to even ask you why?
Oh, death omnipotent.
to the yang of life, you are the yin.
Your power cannot be withstood.
Everyone you call upon must let you in.
A higher and mysterious law you answer to
and fighting against you, we all are powerless.
Oh, death omnipotent!
when did I begin to fear you less?
Oh, unbiased death!
Whether you be torturous or kind;
whether you be swift or slow;
no man or woman will be left behind.
You serve a God of justice and of truth,
and, I'm told, a God of mercy too.
Oh, unbiased death!
Can I grow in faith, knowing you're the path to something new?
Oh, welcomed death!
When our friends and family have passed on;
when grief engulfs the soul;
when youth's abilities are all but gone;
when life seems somehow more than we can bear;
you come along to bring us sweet release.
Oh, welcomed death!
Are you thanked enough for bringing us to peace?
There is no introduction needed : I have met my Death Before
With Thunderstorm’s cloud colour Eyes, With Skin : The Oil on the Shore
Ebony hair, screaming in the Howling of the Wind : A Voice You can’t Ignore
A Face the Colour of Midnight on a Moonless, Starless Night : Living : Nevermore
With Thunderstorm’s cloud colour Eyes, With Skin : the Oil on the Shore
Siren Voices, inhale the Soul into a Universe, a Void of Emptiness : Evermore
Calling me to Open the deep, damp, dreary darkness of Demons “Death Door”
The Songs Sung, Alluring to a Blacken Heart, Psalms and Hymns, Forgotten Folklore
Ebony hair, screaming in the Howling of the Wind : A Voice You can’t Ignore
Whispers the Eternal Death of Life : Hair strangling : Redemption Forevermore
As You Dream of the Light of Life, I Live the Dream of DEATH, once More
Do I know, Of LOVE and LIFE : I think not : as a Lonely Eagle : “ I SOAR “
A Face the colour of Midnight on a Moonless, Starless Night : Living Evermore
Can I escape the desolation, the Black Hole of Eternity, Will I Ever see “ LENORE "
I am not Afraid of : “ YOU “ “ DEATH “ You’re a Lion without a Mighty Roar
There is no introduction needed : I have met my Death Before
Upon the ground there were a rose
Lying upon her breasts
She clutched it, thorns dug in her skin
As she gave her last breath
A bloody kiss upon her lips
Treading down her skin
To rest upon her neck and colarbone then
Beauty in the death that fell
Upon this lovey rose
For in her hair there were flowers
And in her hand a note
"Come to find me love" it said
In elegant old world script
She bathed and dressed and left
To go on this romantic trip
Taken by her warmth he was
As his lips eagerly searched hers
Until he lost controle
Of the blood hunger urge
He held her in his arms tight
His mouth crushing sgainst her lips
She swooned and smiled
As if they were in their own world
She never noticed how deep he bit
He placed upon her rosy skin
The gift of the dark lord
The kiss stole her breath
That stole her life from her
He shooke as he bade so hard
That he still loved that human girl
He cradeled her body, still within his arms
And gave her another kiss, before he slit his arm
Upon her lips he placed his blood
To bring her to his world
A midnight death of romance
Between the vampire boy and what use to be
A human girl
BY: The Lost Poet
(c) 2009
Form:
To have a heart is to have a weakness,
And to have a weakness
Means
You have a fear,
To have a fear is to be vulnerable.
Don’t let it break.
Death is my weakness.
Once you are dead there is no fear.
The biggest fear has already appeared,
Death,
The end of us all.
It is near, you just haven’t realized it yet.
Life is short don’t waste it.
Death comes to those who wait,
What are you waiting for?
I am waiting for my fear to disappear.
I am waiting for death.
Aren’t we all?
I say oh death where is you sting? Oh grave your victory
The silent tomb that lay's await,that men think they shall see.
But can’t you feel the stirrings that beats within your heart?
That infiltrates your very being and becomes in you a part.
The very depths with in your soul so deep within does lie
Comes out within your spirit“ You shall live not die”
You will declare the glorious word that changes truth from sin.
And in abundance it shall come so men can live again.
Fear not the fire that will burn away infirmities
Bear with the very suffering that will set man free.
Take upon your being a selfless way to live.
So to each and every man my blessing you may give.
For life gives up the mortal to immortality
As you put off your life, you then will take on me
I shall be your mainstay. Your life be hid in me
My glory will shine forth in you so everyone can see
No more shall man be shattered by the traditions of a man
The very word you speak will cause, man to live again
For types and shadows of things past before you now I bring.
So you can speak unto the grave,“Oh death where is your sting!”