Long Deathpain Poems
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In air of awe,
...I write the pain of my heart,
each beat of tumult,
each throb of incite,
...which merges with my tears
in release of woe.
A cry of tragedy unheard,
...the final words of a dying bird
with clipped wings
called sanity.
For far off people, never met,
I have wept,
...enough tears to fill a desert,
a trillion tears a scattered
as ink on paper,
by my pen.
I co-mingle my tears,
our tears join hands in the river
...as the time's stream grows thinner
their tears and mine,
become the ink
...and our pain becomes paper,
hereafter.
What fool sees war as sanity?
Murder as rationality,
children's tears become a game.
A sadist's game.
What fool made up these reasons?
humanity's treasons,
...against their own,
where profit is life
and life is for sale.
A sadist's game.
Where the innocent are killed,
...the field of dreams without remorse
where the psychotic mind becomes reality
...and there is no sanity in which to hide.
We go with the tide,
we go with the moon,
the sands of the desert
are like the hourglass,
manifest
...and red sand replenishes
the white,
in endless cycles
-where justice ceases
...and the pain shall never heal.
Yet there is still,
my tears,
my heart,
the throbbing pain
...in which I feel
as someone's pain
...attacks me from afar.
I run to my desk,
...my pen is leaking ink
as if stabbed maliciously,
...I grab it and the pain increases,
someone shot me,
someone stabbed me,
ripped out my eyes,
my ears,
my heart.
My fingernails are missing,
my lungs are coughing blood,
someone killed mother,
...but who?
The pain attacks me,
it rips at me
...and I have no choice
but to write it all.
Reality is two dimensional,
a stack of realities that burst;
...and information,
emotions,
the history
...and lives of life
in general,
leak through the cracks,
for those sensitive enough
to feel them
...and inherit them.
Yet those tears shouldn't be,
...the river of time a flowing.
The paper thin reality,
in which we live,
which rips so easily
without slowing.
Those tears flow into Nature,
...and Nature's heart will break.
Because it's children are cannibals...
...and life is a sadist's game.
Form:
Found you lying cold as the night
In one second you disappeared into the light
Did you know what was at stake
Here I sit greeting family at your wake
I forgive what you did of course I do
Things are material my life was you
On my knees praying and pleading
Please God stop my soul from bleeding
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
Your shadow fades
The sun is black
Gone are the parades
There’s no coming back
I am lost between my soul and heart
Death is only the beginning it can’t keep us apart
I wish I could reverse the sands of time
To bring you back so once again you could be mine
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
Mourners come by to drop a rose
They do not know the ending you chose
Single file one by one
They don’t know you had come undone
You had succomed to all your pain and fears
I scream out loud but my eyes have no more tears
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
I throw some dirt on your coffin lid
I’m not a supporter of the deed you did
To cure the silence I’d give all my wealth
But I realize now I’m by myself
Our moment was over before it started
Now you walk with the faithfully departed
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
Thinking of you daily is part of my routine
I can’t wait to sleep so I can see you in a dream
Your spirit still keeps me in a spell
The memories forever in my mind will dwell
Until the day we meet by some twist of fate
Joined together again at Heavens gate
Walking down the alley, out of the bar
Walking past the dumpster
Hooker heels hanging over the edge
A slight chuckle from my lips as i see her severed head
Turning to a violent howl at the dishonored dead
I gnawed at the skin on my arm till it bleed
I will let it bleed while I sleep in my bed
Bed? Hah, I mean my garbage bin
On top of this hooker, I will sleep
Not now but later, I still must creep
I must feed myself off of the tears young couples weep
As I sever the connection by slitting the throat
Of the man, who's woman is wearing his coat
Her eyes well and water
Her thighs are wet as her virginity I slaughter
I leave her to rot, her pain enforced by my pleasure
I murder two cops , I knit one corpse a sweater
I move fast as the wind, I'm light as a feather
You won't even know I'm there when I use you for pleasure.
From 11pm to 6 depending on the season
Sometimes my work is abstract, sometimes there is a reason
From murder, to rape, to theft, to treason
Controlling the masses, I Am Legion.
The night is my playground, blood and pain are my swing and slide
I care not for my health, just whether you live, or I make you want to die.
Form:
The old man walked down the street
Remembering what he wish to forget
The scars on his body match the scars on his heart
All the friends that fell stained his mind with death
All the blood that spilled stained his hands with killing
Born to kill is a tattoo on his heart that's won't wash away
But deeper with in, past his friends, past the blood is the secret
The secret that every soilder has, but no soilder says
He can see the other bodies mixed in with his friends
The other bodies that he shot, that he killed, that he left to rot
Those are the faces, the spirits, the souls that truly haunt the soilder
So the man walks, further and futher into his memory
So the man walks, further and further into his pain
Finally his pain is gone, he has found peace, he has found nirvana
His body gets cold, his mind blank, but his expression is that of a smile
Death gripped him, but peace of mind filled him
He could finally rest in peace, he can finally forget The pain he had, and the pain he caused
The war was over
Form:
The angels of heaven rejoices for one of them return home
to heaven holy land, after life on this evil world.
She now rest in peace beside our father in heaven which welcomes her home.
With open arms and no more pain can she feel just love and peace once again.
The angels blow there trumpets to welcome her home to this great land.
Even if we was not ready to say goodbye God called his angel home to live in his great land.
Where the day has no night and the sky no clouds just a peace and beauty of heaven holy land.
Where she can forget the tears she cried and the pain that had been felt from all her years.
She is not alone but with the other angles that has gone on
before her and made her home.
Now she watches us and waits for our return, to heaven’s holy land where we can fly with her side by side and God’s
might land.
does he know what he doing does realize the pain he will release
step by step move by move he walks towards his demise with a rope in his hand and intent
in his mind
i wonder the thoughts he thought i wonder if he still walks along us
invisible to the naked eye
for many say may god have mercy on his soul
could he have been saved would he want to be save
it replays a thousands times in my head picturing him walking to his death
like a shadow in the background i can scream and i can shout but never can i reach him
for he is already gone
disappear from my life gone from his family
destruction is what he left behind
memories of your face may fade
but like a livid scar on my heart the pain and anguish stays forever
Form:
Things are Not well. My withdrawal is bad. Still numb
and hallucinations are ongoing. Hard to talk On phone.
I'm at home.
Can't stay calm.can't sit still can't get out I don't know
what's real.always shaking not eating or sleeping.
Scared of things others might know like whole World
kidding and jokes on me.
Insanity not kind to me so tired of nothing but pain
wish for relief from shadows all round me. Life of pain
and joy is scraped away
Never saw it ending this way.
Never give up. Never knocked down
never turned away just turn cheek
So of all the things I've done and seen
The trouble I made in my home town
I own it all with no regrets and as I stood
I will fall not weak. Strong till spark exits me.
Form:
A space out of time.
Mother’s dying.
tick tock goes the clock.
My breath stops.
I must remember to breath.
Love does not lessen grief.
A space out of time.
tick tock goes the clock
yet no relief.
I must remember it’s a gift to cry.
She can not cry.
I want her to stay. I love her so.
tick tock goes the clock.
A space out of time.
Don’t go. Don’t go.
Yet, there is no relief from her pain or mine.
No lessening of sorrow can loving her gain.
Not one pain free breath can my heart give.
No tight embrace or whispered prayer can ease her.
No tick or tock can keep her here.
A space out of time.
In this place out of time, I hold her dear.
Where did you come from?
Is it possible to know where you stay?
And how do you feel when you take away our lives?
You took away our grand parents
who would have been useful into our lives.
Please feel pain to us
who still need to eat and drink,
not like you whom we fear to face.
Remember you make us to suffer,
and to feel a lot of pain when we loose our beloved friends.
We believe that it's you
who never want people to live in joy!
But why?
Here where we are,
we quest our selves about where you stay,
and who's your bosom friend?
Please we request you to be kind
so that we can eat and breath.
Death you make us crazy though we are not!
Her last breath
If you would believe
She died twice
There was no pulse
Not even a heart beat
Yet she exhaled a gurgling air
Her last breath…..
They took her by ambulance
They put her on a machine to breath
She had no brain now, she has no life now
She’s not in pain now...
Why would they do this?
Cause more pain for me, give me hope
To watch me hurt even more
Her last breath…..
I took her off that machine
So she could breathe for free
She’s not in pain now...
I took her home where she belonged
To die once more in my arms
Her last breath has gone.
In my arms is where she belongs…..
G. Goodwin 3/16/2007
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