Long Lifedeath Poems

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Premium Member Black Sunshine

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 "


The Naked Truth

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
© Corey Ross  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Chance Death

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.
© Izzy Gumbo  Create an image from this poem.
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