Each time I leave this place
My mind always sits back
Pulling my weight back
Telling me, something is missing
Each time I hold on
To my breath hoping
It doesn't escape the tip
Of my lungs
I'd rather much prefer it drowns me
But this never happens
Each time as we drive away
And memories of you in the rear view
Gets smaller, but their place
In my soul gets heavier
And so I never know whether to look back
Or continue to push my weight back
Whispering, each time
That I left something behind
Was a long time ago
but so fresh in my mind
your light burned so bright
beautifully blinding
was a long time ago
but still see you clearly
can still hear your voice
don't need reminding
The storm has long past
the dust long settled
but the pain remains fresh
like a scar unhealed
you burned out too quickly
taken far too soon
my soul mate,
my friend,
my protector,
my sheild.
You appear this way every time the chips are down.
You throw a temper tantrum and act like a clown.
Fools believe they can win each time they play.
Join the losers. It is the same thing every day.
Loss of money is not an abnormality.
Who do you think pays for this grand facility?
Décor like crystal chandeliers come at a price.
To gamblers who lose, I know that does not sound nice.
Sometimes a big win gives you thrill of victory.
Enjoy it while you can, it is temporary.
All that you may win, and some more, will be returned.
This is how the greater part of players are burned.
Cards, dice, wheels, horses, no matter what you try,
they will have you in the long run until you die.
You heart open teacher for some,
Smiling most times yet stern others,
Moments in time forever memory,
As if in a dream you fade away,
Your family pleads searching why,
Tears fall hearts heavy with pain,
Anguish meshed with emptiness,
Confusion, all thoughts unfocused,
Wanting answers none ever come,
Strength, resolve our only answer,
Feeling loss is forever demanding,
Knowing our rendezvous will happen,
Yearning for that time to transpire,
Reminiscence, our only task left,
AND ON THE 25TH OF DECEMBER,
19-, I DIED AS A STRICT SATANIC MEMBER;
CALLED HOME BY MY FATHER STILL TO BE KNOWN-
BUT HAD I ANY HOPE? I BELIEVE NONE.
I CAME TO MY SENSES, THE AREA COLD,
AND I FELT A WEIGHT ON ME IN THE COLD HOLD;
A STRANGLING WEIGHT, AN UNKNOWN HUMAN BEING:
BUT I WAS DEAD – IN THE MORTUARY’S BIN.
“WHO ARE YOU UNTOP ME?” I ASKED AS CORPSES
SAY-“YOU ARE A HEAVY CORPSE:BAD SIZES.
I HEARD HIM YAWN AND STIR AS CORPSES DO.
“ WHAT ! DON’T YOU FEEL THE COLD? HAVEN’T’Y A CLUE.
“HERE’S A MORTUARY, AND I NEED ALL HEAT.”
I MERELY SIGHED, REGRETTING THE PIT.
“AND I AM DUE TODAY.” I HEARD HIM SAY.
“ THEN LET’S ENJOY THE TIME WE HAVE IN PLAY.
AND … AND WE HEARD THE MORTUARY’S DOOR CREAK
FOR TRULY HE WAS DUE FOR A SAD PICK:
A TIME WHEN FAMILY MEMBERS SO WEEP
WHILE OTHERS ATE DINNER WITHOUT SLEEP.
EXTRACTED FROM THE EPIC: “THE LAST DAY’S TALE.”
BY NFORCHE GERALD
APPROX: 600 STANZAS LONG.
SEARCHING FOR A PUBLISHER.
You swim in the ocean of my tears
in my purgatory time machine
a designer hell, that had no heaven
to replace every negative with another positive
and you could help yourselves earn this
every grain of sand placed around the one rock
i cried upon everyday i had to earn
by wishing myself away
In this hard place
god passed me by forever
a star in the sky for ever reason i discovered that i had to die
Drop by drop the oceans were collected
grain of sand by grain of sand
the beaches created with no deception
never got a turn to live the life i deserved
just rewarded for suicidal tendancies
in this purgatory time machine
punished for something you did to me
Author Note: Entry for Jon Heck Contest "EDGE." When I think of "fear," I can think of
nothing more fearful than death and wondering what it is like.
Because I could not stop for death,
my brain,
the grand inquisitor,
ponders the moment.
About six minutes,
the time it takes
for the brain to die.
What happens in that short time?
Does the brain ramble;
try to decompose
if, it indeed died?
In death, is there fear;
is recognition instantaneous?
Can you see it in the eyes?
Is six minutes time to make
peace before judgment?
Or, serenity,
a time to relax and reminisce
before memory fades for all time.
Six minutes,
biblical prophecy,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,
does partake.
Because I could not stop for death,
in six minutes,
everything learned
erased for all time;
my body lies dead,
I say goodbye.
One year’s went y since you’ve been gone
One year’s gone by from I’ve seen your face.
One year I’ve shared millions of tears.
One year of heart ach e and pain.
One year that has driven me insane.
Nights cried asleep
Wondering why that faith you had to meet
You have died and went to that grate beyond
You know all truths and feel no pain, sorrow or suffering
But I feel
My brother I feel.
Knowing there’s no day I’ll spend time with you.
No more words I could share with you.
Just thinking of the time I’ve wasted
Things I could and should have said to you.
But I’ve got to look up,
And move on.
Thou everyday is a struggle
Since you’ve been gone.
Thick cloudy sky filled with tears__woe
Crying at the swiftly passing era
No more old generation__new day
The passage into a modern time
A time all its own with difference
Whole set of problems separates it
From times that have gone by but yet__same
History tends to repeat itself
Demise of Hotel Upson brought thought
A time of reflection to many
To some joy that ugly eye sore__gone
Others landmark history removed
Today in America there is
A church or more on every street
Evil, lawlessnes, drugs on the beats
Gangs, violence, road rage, and much more
It seems times like when the Hotel raised
Back in Nineteen twenty eight are gone
A simple time when families, friends
Was an important part of the plan
That hotel was built solid and strong
Built to withstand the test of hard times
Who would have thought its hey-day would end
With a track-hoe beating its walls in
Its architecture was a simple
Design Georgian Revival Style of
Red brick trimmed in limestone best in day
Had a ballroom, elevators, air
No matter it is no longer there
Gone forever to C&D landfill
No even sold to reuse the parts
That made it the best in its day__gone
will i ever be whole,
without a darkness inside,
it swirls around in hunger,
wanting to taste the blood,
to feel the teeth sink into the vein,
the iron taste of blood calms it,
but time after time it wants more,
so why can't i curb it,
do i have to kill to fill it,
why can't it go away,
i just want it to go away,
to stop acting like a hound after blood,
to stop giving me these feelings of death
Once it’s gone you’ll never know why.
But then you try to remember all the good times.
You say to yourself, man what a good friend.
While memories of joy sore through your mind.
Once there was a time where you could remember,
Where both of ya’ll did the unpredictable.
The things you said you would never do,
Never crossed your mind when it was just the two of you.
Then there was the time where you can recall.
That almost had ya’ll fall out.
Due to jealously of other so called friends.
Oh, how they tried so hard to end your friendship.
What about the time you would say.
The 1st time we did that one together!
The new places we traveled, and adventures we went through.
As you smile and laugh; now no one knows but you.
The times we had were ours and ours along.
While you might be gone physically,
Mentally you’ll always stand strong.
Ghost rider waiting at the station
crossing over soul tracks into spirit
past lives to present
regression to progression in mirrors
projection of reflection
thundering through sunshine
from another time of spellbound
with an afterglow.
Song birds of sweet angelic melody
singing internal bliss time telling all
sealed with a supernatural kiss
Neptune's desire in an enchanting dream
sent by a romantic messenger from beyond
with hopes of virtue sending soul to soul conversation
dimensional travel on higher levels of vibration
knowing destiny from the dead travelling between worlds
riding the train of destination towards the tunnel of Nirvana.
Lost and alone
Running trying to find a new home
Out of time
Yet what did i find
Nothing I'm mindless
But my heart still hold kindness
Scared and full of fear
I just want you near
I'm running away
No i do not wish to stay
Will I ever come back
Who knows
But i guess time will show
What do you want from me
There's nothing here that i can see
Please just let me be
I'll return one day when the time is right
And no I won't be lost in the darkness of the night
I'm running towards something good not bad
So I'm running away so please don't be sad