Long Deathme Poems
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The days go by so slowly,
The pain inside of me unholy.
The days number greatly since you've been gone,
I have missed you for far too long.
What is this I see,
A heavenly angel descending upon me.
What is this mine eyes doth behold,
It gives me more pleasure than you could ever know.
Reflections of your face numbering ten thousand and one,
They shine as brightly as the sun.
"Have you come to take me home," I say,
For this I have prayed.
"We shall be together once again," he says,
As I feel the cold hand that is Death's.
"Hold on just a little longer,
For pain and grief make the the spirit stronger."
I close my eyes,
Content to die...
With my heavenly angel by my side.
Finally we float away,
On this my dying day.
We are reunited at last,
Two heavenly angels transform a troubled past.
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Form:
I’ve been lost without you since the day you died
I tell everyone I’m ok but I lied
I can sense your presence to my core
This cold felling I just can’t ignore
I see lights in rooms that are dark
When there is no sound I hear your voice remark
Your spirit moves me I feel it through
I know your there but I can’t see you
Candles blow out whenever lit
I’m waiting for you so here I sit
The floor creaks but no one moves across
I cannot handle the burden of your loss
I know you’re here to calm me down
There’s not a stir when others are around
Your spirit moves me I feel it through
I know your there but I can’t see you
Finally a vision appears to me
The waiting is over and now I see
You have returned to tie a loose end
And let me say goodbye to you my friend
I say farewell and give you my love
You vanish into thin air and return to heaven above
Your spirit moved me and I felt it through
You were there and I did see you
Four walls built not to keep people out but to keep me in
Can’t risk the pain
Can’t risk the loss
I push you away and play with his heart
Alone and lost in myself enforced prison I wait and wait for the walls to come down
He forces the door open and you watch from afar
He hates what he finds and leaves me broken in a pool of my own tears
I pull on the doors and as they close I watch your eyes long to help me but you don’t
As the doors close and lock
Still crying it fills to my ankles and I fall to my knees
The waters rise and my clothes are drenched
I can’t stop and I begin to drowned
Brick by brick my world falls
The water rushes out and I see it all from above
My cold tear drenched body
You run to my rescue but it’s too late
Lying over my limp body you cry
Watching this seen my heart brakes
I close my eyes and awake in my cell seeing all that is coming
I shove at the bricks they tumble to the ground and I run into your arms safe from myself
and alive again
Go ahead sit there and watch
With hatred in your eye
Stare at me as I stare at you
All of us wanting me to die.
You call it justice for those I’ve killed
People that you cherished
To me, it’s a relief to be released
And finally left to perish.
You damn me to hell, as if it’s a spell
Not knowing it’s my desire
I will unite with the demons you spite
And frolic in their fire.
Why do you think I went on my spree
Extinguishing lives so randomly?
You think I’m mad to be so glad
To set my spirit free.
I knew, eventually you would capture me
And charge me with electricity
Don’t you see, I wouldn’t be free
Unless I enticed you to murder me.
So watch as the hood covers my face
Finally I’m free of this awful place
Watch my body wiggle and jump
My soul will leave it in a contorted lump.
And on my way to my demonic father
Feel the heat of my soul pass through
You think killing me will make you feel better?
It just brings out the devil in you.
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Underneath the canvas of the black painted sky, the demon of destruction seeks his victim
of the night,
Twisted up in agony his feed was getting urgent, as he sped across the moon on a swift
demonic serpent.
The serpent swooped and glided, looking for some prey, whomsoever they encountered, would
not easily get away.
Above the tree's and over streams, spinning passing stars, looking for a meal, they
travelled near and far.
When huddled in a blanket, in the back end of a sty, they spied a beggar fast asleep, as
they quietly flew by.
The demon disembarked as the serpent stood behind him, "what a feast to stop my hunger,
see serpent the food I am always finding"
Suddenly the tramp, was awakened by the presence, his eyes widening in fear at this
awesome looking menace.
"Who are you, what do you seek, I have no gold or treasure, do you really think I sleep
amongst the pigs for the sheer pleasure?"
"Silence" said the Demon, "I have no use for mortal words, it's your flesh I seek to take
from you, your last life's breath upon this earth"
"I implore you, please don't harm me, I am not a worthy meal, just tell me what I can do
for you, be it to borrow, beg or steal"
The Demon grew impatient, his blood began to boil, "fool it does not interest me, the
human precious spoils"
"Then what? the beggar answered, "tell me how my life to save? I beg you please don't kill
me, reprieve me from the grave"
The Demon looked upon him, this scruffy dirty man, offering him a way out, a wicked evil plan.
Form:
In a bookshop I stood
Surching for a specific book
I stumbled over a pile of books
But once I got my balance back
I went to the counter to ask for an assistant
Upon the counter I saw a pile of old Braille books.
To my excitement I blew the dust off –
Suddenly a young man came out of the storage room;
“Excuse me ma’am, can I help you?”
His voice was so soft and soothing
“Yes please. I’m looking for a book called Love is blind
He just stood there staring at me and then he said;
“Indeed it is, love is blind.”
I stood there with a frown on my face not knowing what he meant
“Sir, what do you mean by saying love is blind?”
“Give me your hand.”
I gave the tall young man my hand
As he took my hand I saw a teardrop running down his face
“Young lady, you can séé why love isn’t blind for you,
but for me…I will always be blind to see love, but I’ll always feel it.”
I stood there with sadness in my heart
It was silent.
What could I say to him…
I came back the next day, but when I entered
I saw blood on the floor
And a note saying;
I could take no more.
I wanted to be loved.
I wanted to feel love,
But most importantly –
I wanted to séé love!
Silence filled the room
And I just stood there holding
The note saying to myself;
“If I could have shown him love,
Would he still be alive?”
Form:
Before mom passed away,
she anxiously asked me to sit down
and listen to the wisest words
ever said by someone so missed;
her tired voice was a fading whisper,
and I couldn't let go of her cold hand!
O mother, how true it came to be...
when facing tomorrow alone,
and afraid to follow deception, I clung
to the same strength that earned you love!
"Life ends, but something remains...
look beyond its purpose,
find good in everything;
don't carry the heavy load yourself:
have someone help you along,
as you helped me through my long days!"
"
Before I learned from you so eagerly,
sweet mother of a begone century;
now I take those lessons from life,
and I'm aware of how it effects me;
and remembering how you loved God,
assures me that you've already reached Paradise!
What you sought after wasn't a treasure,
but a desire to teach love without sparing the rod;
and that treasure is worthier than gold,
because it will be so indestructible!
"Life ends, but something remains...
and if my death is too painful,
think of what has been so wonderful!
Come to visit me in my final resting place,
there I'll be as cheerful as you like to remember me;
even winter will extend me its indefinable sympathy!"
"My son, don't deprive yourself of deserving and lovely things...
when one godly life suddenly ends, another quickly begins!"
Last journey
It is burning before me
Where I have stayed and played
It’s burning before me with wood as wood.
Flames are high and low
From my burning body
Watching this and thinking back to my past
some thing funny they are
What a small amount of air
that dominated the days of mine
How many trifles and quarrels
in the days of it’s life
How many relatives and foes
In it’s régime in this world
Tears affection and lust on sex
Where they are? And
What they are?
In this session of my inquiry
A light of mercy nears to me and
Hold me with it to it’s world of glee
My travel continues there and
crossing many universes on our way
The wonderful woman buried there
Molded me in her hands with vision’s care
Of enthusiastic pot maker’s creativity;
Ushered me in this world of cruelty
And gallant gave me her sweet breast
Of milk so my spirit was the joy’s crown;
She held me tight in her balmy bosom
So such sincere sense of security
Handed me everlasting love of purity.
The wonderful woman buried there
Gained me my identity as sturdy as a snare;
Her great feat in edification
Lent intellect to my premature years
Hence now I stay alive wholly because of her-
No human race can subsist without mother.
The wonderful woman buried there
Self-sacrificed herself on the cross’s jolt
Flaking searing tears of salt through droughts
So I may grow to be a man neigh naughty
But a man educated deeply like her-
When the tears fell on my countenance,
The tears did not taste of salt
But like the crack of dawn’s sun.
The wonderful woman buried there
In that sinister sepulcher, beneath the cross
The lady whose epitaph reads:
‘Herein rests lady, Dr Trusila
PhD Social Motherhood,
A committed mother, sociable worker,
Human liberation seeker,
The sun for her lone son….’
The wonderful woman buried there,
The brilliant woman who gave me life
That woman who is masked there is my mother.
after Ivan's wake, later that night while I slept,
I had a dream..........
suddenly! I was in a parking garage below ground,
it was dark and oil-greasy, I was standing near a car,
a big old four-door
and on the other side of the car stood Ivan
motioning me to come to him......
I started around the side of the car,
but my feet felt like lead buckets......... I could barely move
I couldn't seem to get to him.......
and reached out to him.......
exclaiming "Ivan your dead! do you know your dead?"
.......with that peaceful smile Ivan always had,
he replied "jimmy! (he always called me jimmy)
I know, I'm ok, come here, I have to tell you something"
he reached out his hand to me,
.............and disappeared