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You come here and you hold the bottomless pit;
You've come to grips your life worthless;
Whom am I to say;
God doesn't force it on us, it's you this way;
You've chosen to fall away;
You've pick the ransom, but to your dismay;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
Now in your imagination;
You come across this perfect nation;
Filled with love, joy, peace and harmony;
Streets made of gold, God is the light;
No more night, no need for the moon or the sun;
Whom am I to say;
God inter-workings are not ours to play;
You didn't always, think this way;
Should have prayed, should have stayed;
and the beauty of it all as I survey;
This place where I'm wanting to go one day;
Such a haven;
This place must be heaven;
And you whom once have such a perfect, and beautiful face;
Fallen, fallen, fell Fall Lucifer you whom have fallen from grace;
Form:
You lived your lives the best you knew.
Regrets were some but very few.
Shared many years in love's embrace
But early mistakes you couldn't erase.
Your children scattered as families will do;
One stayed nearby to see you through.
You used to put us all to bed
But now we've tucked you in instead.
Your ashes lie side by side
Where the wild things reside.
The planes fly low overhead:
A fitting tribute to our Ed.
The view is Sound, the air blows free
With smells of seaweed and the sea.
Memories are everywhere
Of happy days without a care.
Camping, hiking and swimming too;
May it all come back to you.
Rest peacefully there in God's grace
In this, your final resting place.
December 7, 2019
Angels listened, still in the skies
Heeding each breath, waiting for the word…
“come quickly, save me, I have had enough!”
Words never spoken by the Son of God,
Who hung between heaven and earth,
On a splintered cross where He was tormented
By pain so desperate, the blackest of sins,
The despair of those moments in between
Life and death, light and darkness, love and fear…
Because God had left Him hanging…
Angels listened, hoping to hear His prayer
Never wanting their Master to be tortured this way…
“come quickly,” they had expected Him to pray…
But, He quietly accepted His dark fate,
Death on a cross meant for the worst sinner,
Death on a cross – where He was surrendered
His light, His life, His glory…
Then, comes the angel’s gentle story…
As they pulled away the stone,
Leaving room for their Master to come forth,
Out of the darkness, the death,
Some thought was the ending –
As others celebrated the best beginning!
When He arose from that tomb, even the angels knew…
There on that cross, where it all seemed lost,
He said “it is finished” – as the real story was just beginning.
He had the final word, and that word shall be heard…
Throughout eternity, as the angels sing and sing…
Praising the King of Kings,
Praising the One who died to see…
The story go on for you and me,
The story that will provide the greatest victory!
As the angels just sing and sing,
And heaven remembers the day
The man on the cross didn’t pray
For the angels to take His pain away!
Instead, He stayed and saved –
Giving our souls a new light, a new day!
And, the angels just sing and sing,
As we praise the King of Kings!
I packed my life in corners stitched with thread, A passport, photographs, and borrowed shoes; The room I left still holds the words unsaid, While distant cities wait with colder views.
The airport glass reflected two of me— The man who stayed, the one who chose the flight; Between them hung a quiet, restless sea Of mother’s prayers and unfamiliar light.
I learned that exile is not always pain; Sometimes it is a bridge of aching hope, A narrow path that bends through loss and gain, Where lonely hands still somehow learn to cope.
And though my roots remain in red-clay earth, Each honest step abroad becomes rebirth.
Young self, you stumbled through on your journey to adulthood
you had to confront lack of love and abandonment
you're as tough as the sole of a leather boot
navigating societies with strength and resilience; continued to smile
wandering and wondering to seek the truth of any matter
your questions never got answered; the truth was all you wanted
living through a hazardous life facing opposition from every angle
integrity, dignity, and morals lead you to your value and self-worth
staying true to yourself was naturally guiding you home to self-love
hanging in the balance of faith feeling this is fate
not complaining, staying humble no matter how difficult
the trauma you was programmed to experience, you have healed
betrayal and lies was horrendous; you persevered
forgave yourself of ignorance about life, due to no honest guidance
courageous to love and forgive despite actions towards you
your compassion to help humanity is natural
always shared with others what little you had
never look for anything in return; requested to pay it forward
you always stayed creative throughout the process
perfected a love for different genre of the arts
I'm very proud of you; you are loved
Talking to you from the soul of the poise woman you are today!
I enjoy this solitude.
It’s just some kind of mood.
As I inhale this sweet, sweet cigarette,
I have not taken my last breath yet.
It is satisfying to the bones.
I picked up a few stones.
It is like a long lost gem.
And with this rose stem,
I plant it in the soot by the grave.
For it is my heart that I gave.
I sacrificed my life.
I enjoyed that too, the knife.
As you watch me bleed,
I planted the seed.
It began to grow a rose,
But my heart stayed froze.
Such a delicacy..
If only you could see me.
I been going down,
In a white gown.
Now I’m just a ghost.
Where were you when I needed you the most?
Six feet under.
You’re left to now wonder…
The guy she hired to do me in,
unbeknownst to her,
was one of the blokes on Friday nights
with whom I played poker.
All this time she thought I lied
and was having a sordid affair,
because I didn’t tell her with whom I played
or even let her know where.
My secret was, they were all convicts
from an earlier part of my life;
back when I was a different sort
than the one now known by my wife.
He said he ‘bout laughed when first he learned
the identity of the guy she wanted to kill;
“Imagine”, he said, “She thought a turd like you,
could even find another dumb girl!”
“Well, if she wants me dead
who am I, to stop her from getting her wish?
Just tell her that you did me in
and now I sleep with the fish.”
I gave him my wallet and my wrist watch
to give to her as proof;
Then I laid low and stayed out of sight
not telling anyone the truth.
The police case closed; the insurance settled –
a service was held for me;
The would be killer collected his fee
and we split it fifty-fifty.
Then late one night I snuck in her room
to even up the score;
a noise woke her up; she caught a glimpse of me
and fainted to the floor.
The suicide note was full of pain
and sorrow for her husband who died;
I swear I wrote it so passionately
it nearly made me cry.
You can’t be murdered by a man who is dead
so no one suspected my crime;
and now I live in the Florida Keys
having a wonderful time.
by Joe Flach, written and posted on 10/6/11 for the "Getting Away With Murder" contest.
it rained
and I stayed
not to pause in remembrance
but to wash away
what grief couldn’t
it didn’t matter
that my heart was breaking
what else could it do?
you lie beneath ten feet of dirt
after the slow battle
cancer claimed
and I disappear a little more
each day
healing is a dream
it lives in the stars
or in a glass jar on the mantle
healing
that’s for time to deal with
if I can’t hold your hand one last time
or tell you everything I forgot to say
then time is pointless
right now
rain drowns my sorrow
it stings my skin
and gets in my eyes
no need for tears
but tomorrow
shall start the pain
all over again
and this rain
will be waiting for me
I wrote verse on the wings of a lark
romantic phrases in perfect rhyme
but the lark flew away in the dark
I wrote no further for the longest time
A lone blue jay landed upon my lawn
I wrote sweet prose on his sapphire wings
He spent the night with me, but at dawn
the jay flew away and no longer sings
I answered the call of a beautiful raven
I wrote love sonnets on his ebony wings
He stayed for years in my safe haven
I was one of the raven's castoff things
I no longer trust those who take flight
I lost them all and my torn heart bled
On restless wings I'll never again write
of love that leaves me alone in my bed
Expressing emotion for somebody
is a wonderful, delightful feeling;
so with true purpose and reason
we avoid the temptation of a fling,
making that person with sincerity
the main center of our attention.
I wouldn't love anybody
who doesn't show any thrill
for the delusive dream
I'm building;
I stopped at crossroads
ib confusion and saw
a hand reaching out to me,
I started smiling.
The delusive dream
is being realized
quicker than I had imagined,
sleeping upright
with thoughts of doubt
and dark insight:
I'm glad to say that Elise
came and stayed.
Elise was a beautiful rose
in a garden of lilies,
I spotted her on a walk
to the shoreline
when the sunset
had the pretty colors
of the butterflies:
she stood there
and asked me
to be my bride.
Adventure is an escape
to have fun,
there's no commitment;
a roulette spun:
freely giving, not anything worthwhile;
do we want this or love for a lifetime?