Long Lifedeath Poems
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And here I sit for the thousandth time
Writing over and over the same old lines
Lost in the dark its hard to see
Im right here and I cant find me
Mirrors lie we all know that
It doesn’t see as your heart is trapped
Except now theres truth in the night
It only reflects black without the light
And death calls just beyond the door
Stealing away all that I lived for
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And Im so sorry for all Ive done
Haunting thoughts the tears start to run
Tracing paths down to the floor
Still wet from the time before
Ive cried and cursed all alone
Has the heart of God turned to stone
Was I placed here just as a filler
Destined to lose all to the Dealer
Was all ive done so meaningless
Down to the first girl that I kissed
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And does the God of man
Just sit back to watch the hourglass sand
As the desperate cries fill the air
in his heart, is there a small tear
Or do the forgotten wonder the earth
Cursed with death from their birth
Is each life just a tv screen
That flickers and fades and goes unseen
Airwaves that fill the night sky
Lonely lives that are just a lie
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And were all my desires just as fake
As is each breathe that I take
And was everything for nothing at all
Just a plaything as Gods little doll
Whatever the truth Im still in this moment
Afraid and alone Im still in this moment
And the truth is what I see
Whether lies or real im losing me
And the truth is what I feel
and the truth, its killing me still
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And all these memories come pouring out
Can I know love when I’m full of doubt
And how am I expected to be
After all that’s happened to me
Or am I deformed somewhere inside
Somewhere deep where my soul has died
And are all these reasons why
God whispers I must die
Was there a last chance I missed
Hidden behind a betraying kiss
And so….
I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all….
i stand here my back against the wall, nearly defeated, sedated physically, mentally well and alive. Death threatening to cease the beating of my heart, my blood runs cold, i pray, lord please allow me to die. These trials and twisted tribulations you predict have hardened my soul, my body has been bruised, battered and torn. I feel as if i too have carried a wooden cross, been persecuted by my peers and now i too wear a crown of thorns. My life is held
Within your hands, my death within Lucifer’s, a war i alone will stand and fight, though sadly will not win. I am conscious of the consequences i must serve, it is surviving eternity i cannot contemplate, or fathom the sins you must forgive. Sinfully i have walked your righteous path, morally i hold contempt prisoner within my heart, my faith diseased, walls constructed and built. You alone share my darkest regrets, my unshared secrets, you
Recognize that in my mind i have raped, cheated, plundered and repeatedly killed. To serve you i must repent, completely turn from my ways, fall to my knees, pray, trust only in you, born again, and then saved. To walk hand and hand with you, sadistically i must suffer, shed blood, be horribly mocked, betrayed and ironically enter heaven’s gate through a six foot grave. My back is against the wall, a decision must be made, live for you or as you promised spend eternity in the lakes of fire burning, screaming, forever in pain. Demented though isn’t it, it seems like a reflection of my life, the only difference lord, these flames can be extinguished if only you would allow it to rain. I stand here naked, vulnerable, offering you a glimpse, a very open and deadly game of truth or dare. The simple truth, i cannot believe my head is bowed right this moment, the dare if you choose to accept, lord, please make this my last prayer.
Form:
After the great disappearance ----
Confusion and death ---
--- Will ---
Spread across every land -----------
--- Like a great shadow ---
And fear----------------
Will fill the hearts --
Of brave men --
--- Who suddenly realize ---
That they ----------
Along with many ---
They love ---
--- Have been left behind ---
And the emptiness that follows --
Consumes ---
--- The hearts of everyone ---
And up out of the darkness -----
There shall rise ---
--- A true leader of men ---
Who will cast blinders ----
On the truth ---
And he will deceive ---
--- The people ---
Just as the Flycatcher -----
--- Deceives the fly ---
And just as the fly ---
Will no doubt ---
Be led into death ---
So shall the souls ---
--- Of those who follow ---
The Flycatcher’s shadow ---
Into ---
The time of peace ---
That will come ---
At the price of freedom ---
-------- And the entire world will be united as one --------
Me I'm a lyricist yet I'm a disciple first
I drink from the fountain of life so
its evident I never thirst
I murdered the old me so what you see
standing before you is the rebirth
truth is even tho salvation is paid for sin still hurts
we were born a livin curse but we heirs to the
kingdom of Heaven because we seek ye first
or should I say...if we would, it seems like
we stay on death row like Shug Knight
but Glory to God for the Holy Spirit that intercedes
and puts us right in front of that marvelous light
the world thinks we're outta our minds but
its clear they're outta sight worshiping their devils night
try with all our might we still so far away from his Glory
like we can't get right if we would just invest in life
and put to death those sinful desires and seek the sire
we claim to be on fire but its evident some of us
still haven't stepped out of that fiery furnace
I question sometimes did we just skip school when
Jesus was teaching because it seems
our credits of being Christ-like we haven't earned them
it's like Paul said the Lord's body we ain't discerning
lets truly be unashamed and rebuke nervousness
forget right or wrong lets seek righteousness
seek wisdom like Solomon did and maybe we could be spiritually enlightened
what's the naked truth? We neglect to accept our limitations
so Judgment from the Most High is what we're eternally facing
the cross itself should have been enough persuasion
so lets lift up the name of the King who's already elevated
A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope
In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle
Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle
~
The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place'
Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter,
A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside
Yet who really knew;
In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention
To have a view of nature's beckoning call
There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle
After the warm days the rain comes pimpling
A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio'
From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame'
Water and fire succeed;
The town, the pasture and the weed...
A young finch makes room in their nest
While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test
With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun;
To finally enter into God's heavenly rest,
From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been
With a time well spent in thought;
Through a small lens we can only vaguely see
A pivotal regard toward that of reality
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended
The death of hope and despair
This is the death of air !
How, many more times shall we meet
Standing in stares and feet to feet
Negotiations done in the year of Seven
We agreed you’d take only the forbidden
Now here you are to collect your due
Chance Death have a deal, AND
....and it’s true…
” They’ll come for you too. “
They walk in pairs…
They enjoy cold beers
And offer Smoke on the table
it’s a measure of the stable
but make sure…
that the smoke is yours.
and Why am I hear, you might just ask
After an encounter with Death’s own past…
Sitting still when we talked the night
Listening still when he talked of light
Checking Time until five before nine
Death was alive but quiet his friend
I noticed… and I noticed to the end
That while Death spoke to make his case
Never did Chance give way his face
All hands clasped on the table in talk
Eyes shifting sides as the air got thick
Motion slowing to the speed of his lips…
Then I turned to Chance
and asked exactly, this.
” Take my card ” he offered to me
” Call on us ” if you’re ever in need
” May I have your blessing
and use your bathroom please? “
... know, this is not the night…
Always a great time but to die I’ll knot
So I took his card and I made it my heart
And then they left, by way of the gate.
I remain to say, nothings ever too late.
Form:
My transparency is clouded by rainy eyes. Closed wide open
Dilated pupils penetrate the delicate skin protecting the aged flesh of my soul.
But seeing nothing
Not even the emptiness of my being.
Becomming integrated in the shadows of certainty
Sentimental flowers line my grave
As the petals disintegrate above my reach
I feel a peaceful death slipping
Through the cracks of my fingers
Attempts to rise above the pain fail me
Instead; I float below the sky
Flying with broken wings
Broken by the winds of reality
Hiding behind words;
Refusing to be defeated by unshed tears
That have already soiled my smile
Anger rushes through me;
Not fully understanding why no one
Nothing understands the beat of my heart
The lack of beat in my heart
Shining blank eyes at my pain
Expecting smiles to comfort their faces
Yet I yearn for a comforting stare
This emptiness
This void eats at my sanity
Living in the death of expectation
Reaching for nothing
Becomming the nothing that is within me
With Questions...
Why is my only release through a pen?
Why my only ears is this paper
Watching time speed along
I await the fire
And as the coldness arrive
I will burn in the ashes of my tears
Form:
Dawn rises, and the Sun is Grey, again : One can hear the tears flowing.
The nakedness of the mighty Oak : Withers : In the shadow of “ LIFE “
I watch “Mother Nature” cry Tears of pain : in the West wind blowing
I catch those tears of Pain: For My Beloved “ LENORE “ My “ WIFE “
In the darkness after Dawn ; in the Ebony of the Moonlight : I still Live
Sullenly, I reminisce of the LIGHT of the Past ; When I still had a Heart
As the Shadow of Death , follows me into an abyss, where only Death can Survive
I think of Winters gone by, before the History of Forever : was torn Apart
Through the Corridors of unknown Sanity :my eyes cry tears of Empathy, Dead
There is no morning Dew, on flowers wilted in a new Life of nonexistence
In the Gloomy Mist of time forgotten I stare at Heaven from my Eternal bed
Hewn from a tree standing alone in a Forest , of Humanities nonexistence
Blinded my the Aura of death I seek a rebirth of Light in me to shine in my eye
Will I ever Know : as I once Knew " LOVE " ~ before I Die ~
Inspired by the Contest : " Dark Prose " Sponsored by " Catie Lindsey "
Dedicated to my Lost LOVE "Lenore" ; My LOVE Anew EVERLASTING " Barbara Jean "
Webs of the fallen
Welcome me
To these stone halls
Where the dead walk free
The path below my step
So creek
Alert the dead
To make groans weak
I see my father
Laid dead and bare
I’d shed a tear
But no soul would care
I see my mother
Down proud and strong
Never I cry
But I will play her song
I see a daughter
A girl I once knew
Her car crashed on the ice
And with her I flew
I see a son
A mind beyond its age
Loved him as a brother
Ending cancer took him that day
This murk, these catacombs
All death is but a lie
Amongst these decaying hearts
Their loving memories reside
Finally death is here
To send me on my way
If I only a question to give
Is the world okay?
Death lightly said to me
The world is weary and proud
Its souls are full of dread
And are covered in my shroud
But surprised I am still
Your hope is all around
It is larger than my will
And muffles my every sound
You have lived a life so long
But welcome to my land
I’m sorry if this welcomes wrong
We have many a man
Now I walk so willingly
From this world to the next
But happy I am still to see
My love for life was yearly met
Some people feel the need to be unhappy.
They roam the real world dissatisfied and angry and hateful and vengeful.
Raven visits her fantasy world every evening when death rattles her windows
And she suffocates inside.
She does not want to die, but she is dead inside. Nothing is working, but her gun.
She carries her gun for protection from the horrors of her childhood.
Hatred is her only reality.
There is never a way to recover what has been lost.
So little time to make this unbearable life whole again.
Walking among the dead gives her a sense of power and justice. The underground can smell
It and do not like it.
The air is filled with misery, yet she can breathe better her than in her real world.
She gets so alone sometimes that it just makes sense to her.
Raven is a soldier. Her body is her temple, her bunker where she can run for cover.
She gets mean at the obscene. Takes risks and lashes out.
The darkness is her friend. Her solitude.
Her time to take back what has been stolen from her. Her soul.
She decides if death is so scary then life can't be that bad.
Among the Dead Contest by Kristen Bruni