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Death of a Lover

Once there was a Love so blissful and colorful
Every word that uttered forever are truthful
Sweet caressing soothing sensation
whisper melodies for relaxation

Over the years of a beautiful relation
Never came a sad story in the situation
Foreverloved everything is meaningful
Memorabillas are all unforgettable

But life of all is really unstable
One must go to his destination
We all go under in different time and horizon
Love will remain but life is not stretchable

You touched me in a most special way
waked me with a beautiful sunshine
Unbelievable that we became sinful
Forbidden love i know you are mine

I want to sacrifice to make your life whole
If only i can give my breath to your soul
For now i must give my faithful vow
In front of cold body of my loving man!
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What Would Life Really Mean

This is my living will

No matter what this is what's real

If I can't live with out a machine

Then what could my life really mean

If with out them I will quickly die

Please unplug them and say Good Bye

Because logically my life is done

Living with tubes and all the noise won't be fun

And no matter how hard it may be

Please unplug them for me

Life has been good even at it's worst

I have been Blessed as much as cursed

Made friends in many places

Don't remember all the names but can see all the faces

I have seen Joy Love Laughter and Hate

And what I want isn't up for debate

Please remember after I am gone

May be not one thing from my life will carry on

But the ones I Loved know it all to well

I am begging for heaven but may end up in hell

Either way so many people and places I did touch

About some kind of return I didn't care much

I just want you to promise me

You'll unplug the machine and set me free

This my best friend is not pretend

Please hold my hand and kiss me in the end

Without you I couldn't have gotten this far

You know just exactly who you are

Please don't you shed not even one little tear

Unplug me and remember I'll always be near

Even though my body you won't see

In your time of need you can count on me

I will watch over you every day

Trying to be sure happy and safe you will stay

Now you know my final wish

Let it end with an I LOVE YOU , a Hug And Kiss!

So please don't let me down

In all these years your the best friend I could have ever found!




An Uncle Charlie Original






© 2011 unclecharlie
© Bill Ryan  Create an image from this poem.

The Song That I Will Be Singing

it's by the group "Switch"
for memorial service 9/29/10


i'm not worried bout a doggone thing
i'll take anything you bring
although i love the sunshine
i still accept the rain
and when i'm in a lonely mood 
and i just can't be with you
i try everything to occupy my mind
but there is no substitute

thinking about all that life would bring
when your not around
i just can't seem to find my way
i dont even know up from down
but sence i've had you in my life 
all things can be found
strong and true baby
comming from you
yeah yeah yeah yeah

i don't worry about what the people say
in my life today
although they try to say 
your not the one for me
i loved you anyway
their intentions might be cool
and if what they say is true
there is more to you than they can ever know
and they don't even know you

thinking about all that life would be
when your not around
i just can't seem to find my way
i dont even know up from down
but sence i've had you in my life 
all things can be found
strong and true baby
comming from you

you, i call your name girl
when ever i am lonely
i call your name
when i'm in the of love
i think of you and it eases the pain
take away the pain



(the morning i was working for some reason i played this song over and over and over 
again and again the whole morning. later that after noon i receieved my tragic news 
about april. later it came to me that this is the song that she want's me to sing. it truely 
is a song about us.)
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Lost and Found

She entered the corridor of brightened light,

to a choir of voices so sweet

her feeling was one of it felt so right,

but who was she here to meet?


Further her footsteps ventured,

into a world unfamiliar and vague

till a voice spoke, twas the words of her master,

her life he was seeking to save.


"Child of the bad made decisions,

you oft seem to fall to the left,

open your eyes to this glorious vision,

you have no need to look so bereft".


She struggled to view the orator,

though she grasped every word that he spoke

"Tis you my Lord, my creator,

and with you, my spiritual long lost kinsfolk"


Her Lord sought to give her remission,

her sins wiped clean from the slate,

but this had to be in part her decision,

to the left or the right for her fate.


With a shock her heart began beating,

for two minutes her life had been gone,

she instantly recalled her meeting,

for once her decision had been the right one?
Form: Rhyme

No Man Should Know Unbearable Grief

No man should know unbearable grief,
and carry with him it's uneasy burden;
and regret could be as heavy as that,
not to have accomplished much before his death:
wouldn't a loving father be proud of his only son?
But mine followed his own greed and destruction.... 


No man should refuse to multiply his off-spring,
pondering over the concept of making mistakes:
as his insanely-infatuated and uncaring dad did;
this is a crude rejection of creating another human life,
wondering if he'll take the same gruesome path and constantly err!
Look! I could stop this life anytime, but my inner faith is much stronger! 


God gave me life and I cherish its sanctification,
and only He can take it:  if I rebel against His intention;
so fragile as a butterfly, and yet unbreakable as a rock 
is my purposeful existence that I sublimely exalt 
through my divine and unpretentious ways!
And would it suddenly end, my acceptance 
would be certainly approved by my dignified ways!


Life free from me, and let fate be fulfilled;
and what remorse will be felt, if not the guilt of having loved less?
I exercise fairness and don't expect an equal amount of kindness,
whatever I give...it is genuine and never cold;
they can accuse me of being too harsh and judgmental,
and which lessons could I teach without  wisdom?


Do I have the audacity to say what others fear to make known?
Is it hurt, shame, embitterment, hatred or even contention  
that make a decent man cry out in despair to allow the act of forgiveness...
when accosting the final hour, which offers nothing but death? 
No man should know unbearable grief as an unfair token of abstinence;
the evil doer always acts on meanness, not on humaneness! 


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
me
Form: Sestina


Death, Satan's Son

Often when I see people die every hour
I know then am waiting for darkness' power
The end, to eternally end without a trace;
Death a startling occurrence in action so apace 
For when he without appointment appears
He never informs even the father he endears-
Does not even report to his creator Satan;
He is an entity within the soul of a man,
Ingrained deep in the human body
So as without him there would be no life beauty:
A man is born with one soul of lives and deaths,
The pure justification of all low natural breaths
Should have definite limit of existence
So often when I see people stripped of subsistence
I hope I can live a little bit longer-
That every day of life  I will be waiting ever-
To achieve what I desire before my end
Ere my neck is struck by death to bend. 




17/03/09; 'lives and deaths' :I believe every person leads his or her own life and meets his 
or her unique death.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Tunnel of Light " ( 7 ) "

OK, Filipp, where did all the pictures that adorned this hall of Light go
“Follow me,  You have to watch the “ Window Of Life “ "YOUR Funeral"
Whoa, wait a minute , How long have I been here? A few minutes “ Right “
“You Know, I know YOUR favorite Christmas Special is “It’s a Wonderful Life”
“How could YOU possibly Think : It would be better “ if I’d Never been BORN ‘
“look after YOUR Death, After a week, who Knows : “ HGarvey Daniel Esquire “
“ And I’m sure nobody knows the “ Chef “  or the Novice  unknown “ POET””
“in order to continue YOUR “ Journey to LIFE “  YOU Must PARTICAPATE 
 In the viewing of what YOUR Life met, Whose Hearts YOU touched “YOUR Life”
Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here this day to join this Man and this Woman in
Holy Matrimony : “WOW”  Does anyone realize how decayed my Brain is, how broke my 
                                        "   H E A R T  " 
How much inhumanity “  my Soul has inhaled. “ Is Hatred a True virtue ““  L O O K  “ 
From the Grave : I beseech You : it is not the words YOU want to read, but the Thought
 The Vision I see, is a polished Pine box, engraved with the Words “ Who Was HE ? “

                                            Tunnel of LIGHT  ( 8  )

Inspired By Charles Henderson"s Contest "Free For All Do As YOU Please"

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