There rusts a bullet
With your name
Within my heart;
For a long while.
Yes, it could be easily removed;
But alas, with my life alone.
And as you know,
I don't want to die;
For death is not the name of love.
And death is not the end of birth.
Therefore let it be there,
The lonely bullet.
Because it is my second heart.
Let it be there;
For we are twins,
Male and female,
Man for short.
are you so afraid to look at death because it would impair your ability to live?
or are you that self-induldged that you can not find it in yourself to forgive?
time is near the layers of corpses will be eased into a mass grave on a slide
are your thoughts full of memories of death that hinder the limbic region of your mind?
the hand cart is rolling for the tare those seeds will be thrown into the fire
and the weakened thump of a vragant vessel loses compassion and desire
will your soul be magnified or diminished before the throne of God?
will you be weighed for righteousness or pointed out by the saviors
rod?
I felt at unease
My love, at tease
I embraced her close
Yet feared I her loss
She saw my sweat and fear
And my eyes look elsewhere
“What has put your heart on fire
Has my lover turned to a liar?
What secret have you got to hide
If love other, then with me confide”
Replied I
“For past few weeks
Have I been in pains
My heart trembles
In fear, humbles
When I see you approach
I see Her too encroach
I wish to love you at all times
But She shatters all my hopes
Both of you are as real
I cannot deny you either
Ah! Death is her name
Separation is her game
She comes uninvited
To have lovers frightened
Nightmare of life is she,
Pirate of Lovers’ sea is she
Ridicule of love, her hobby
She cares not for any lobby
Ah! Death is her name
Separation is her game
His love for me's unknown
i am feeling so alone
hes the one i dont want to lose
but im suddenly confused
not a single day goes by
that i dont remember how i
messed things up and brought us shame
now hes suffering in pain
and he will never let me forget
the thing i did that i regret
it will never be how it was
i broke his heart all because
i didnt think about the kiss
it just goes to prove that loose lips sink ships
i learned from my mistake
i know i did wrong
now with every breath i take
i hope my death wont be too long
it will never be ok
it will never be the same
i know that i will pay
and lose again at this love game
it wont be much longer
untill im struggling alone
how is it supposed to make me stronger
when my heart is made of stone
without him i would be lost
but if thats my only cost
i would wish death upon myself
and end my life and go to hell
then wed both be in pain
and only memories will remain
in peace i will never rest
leaving here is for the best
i dont wanna hurt no more
without him theres nothing to live for.
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Luis Arizpe
DEATH i seek ,
to all whos weak.
DEATH i seek
to you i speak
Death where is thy sting, Oh grave where is thy victory?
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
The Bible tells us this in the book of Psalms, Chapter 116, verse 15.
As a clear picture it paints.
Everyone looks at death in a different way
Some believe that death is an end to all existence, so they say.
Christians believe that death will bring them from one life on this sod.
To a life of Heavenly bliss with their Eternal God.
In other words to be absent from the body,
is to be present with the Lord God Almighty.
When someone dies, we should realize that they will only be absent for awhile.
Then remember our hope and be happy and smile.
For they have fought their battle already anyway
And no longer on this sinful earth do they have to stay.
Remember that Jesus conquered death at Easter time.
That He chose to die to save all of mankind.
But death didn't keep Him in the tomb you see.
He conquered it and rose the third day to set us free.
As in Adam all men shall die. even so in Christ shall all be made alive.
The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death and then we will all thrive!!!!!!!
*DEATH
My one single death wish
Is to have just one last kiss
You holding me in your arms
Keeps me away from all harm
It is when you are not there
That I feel all this fear
Building up inside
But it comes as no surprise
And I know it all the same
This is real, not a game
I am always in danger
When by my unwelcomed stranger
He comes and knocks on my door
Prepared to settle a score
Between you and i
All he wants to do is make me cry
But then I run away and turn to you
To escape from all things cruel
All you do is hold me in your arms
And I am away from all harm
But I don’t see you all the time
And soon to be said no more
I am now dying
But still not crying
Because my one single death wish
Is to have just one last kiss
I've lost so much
and I just lost more
What else could I do?
You slit your wrist
It made me cry
You bled all over my heart
You asked for help
I turned the my cheek,
and now the wieght of your death is on my shoulders
You begged me to listen
And I acted like I didn't hear you
Now you're gone
I've lost so much
And I just lost more
It is my fault you're dead
I should have listened
And now the weight of your death is on my shoulders
I'm sorry
Please know that I am sorry
I will no longer turn away from someone in need
I will lend an ear when needed
I will NOT turn others away
I've lost so much
And I've just lost more
and I'm sorry
A Little More Time to Care
There was a faithful woman blind since birth.
She lived with “Mom” and never was a wife.
Her mother, over ninety, knew the worth.
The blind one bought a condo…her new life.
Later on, she, blind, suddenly died.
Young relatives for “things” quickly turned foes.
Soon death was overcome; her faith thus tried.
Priests blessed her; said, “Arise.” And she arose.
She changed her will; gave one priest everything.
A few weeks later, her dear mother died.
It seemed that life had dealt a bitter sting.
But death returned...together, they abide.
© © Dane Smith-Johnsen
February 3, 2010
Inspired by Poetry Soup member contest: Believe in Miracles
Sponsored by: Carolyn Devonshire
Love is Christianity not religion
Religion is devised of mind mischief!
Love dwells not religiously in a mind of mischief
But a mind swells religiously in it’s mischief!
So renew the mind to be Love’s kind
Dwell not religiously in the mind!
Folks, Love is all the reality there is
Not of ego of mind’s show biz!
Temporal lessons of life a quiz
To teach your mind where your Love is!
Your mind displays your tree of death
And by it’s tongue accomplishes it’s quest!
Speak now or forever hold your peace
Good advice, first determine your yeast!
Is it religion or is it Love
Of the mind or of a heart of Love!
There is no power but of God’s Love............................................(c Ro. 13:1)(I john 4:8)
Love, the power of your choice, death or life!............................(c Deut. 30:19)(Pr. 18:21)
Without the very mercies of Love
Humanity never would rise above!
The being of choice, life or death
Every human being has voice of choice!
Foolish to blame a God who is Love
For the death of your very own voice!
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Upon an evening's heart distress
I bereaved the lass of palm caress
Of all the consolation sought
Nil dare allay that which death wrought
Amidst my ponders of seclusion
Logic's veiled of dolor intrusion
My psyche the Tempter left unbought
For he can't soothe the death woe fraught
Is there dining in Valhalla's Hall
for he who is slain by loveless thrall?
Do Hercule's hands possess zeal
to loose me of my heart's bastille?
Alas, our destinies coincide
I'll meet thee anew in suicide
In thou unforgotten appeal
I slay my throe in life repeal
Free Verse Rhyme
In the garden. The cause…for need of a pardon
Two trees….two logics..
Only one the head…of the Godly project...
The dualistic…Logic…not love. From above..
Being a lower logic….of mind’s project..
A death logic….dualistic of the mind’s project
For `t is good and evil….by the which….death is thrust..
At the mind…that trust…in death’s lust..
For `t is death the mind has thrust…at humanity…it’s minus and plus..
By it’s reality…the technically…of choice.. is voiced..
By Adam and Eve…this choice…was conceived..
The bitter pill….necessity of Love’s…free will..
Then strife begin to build…by mind choice.. dualistic pill…
For from it’s mind….humanity doth live…death’s ill..
But...by grace intervene…Love is again seen..
And as higher consciousness…begins to build..
Lifting up of mind…from the bitter pill…is sealed..
As love’s purpose is filled…by Love’s choice…humanity’s voice..
Picks up Love’s chorus….Love’s higher logic….heaven’s project!!
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As only death can,
From the body’s clay land,
Death only releases,
The true fleeces,
Of the pieces,
Of the clay!
For mind over matter,
Can only scatter,
As seen in the latter,
Natural matter,
Of the 9-11 scatter!
No chosen few,
In 9-11's a-do,
All are carnal mind’s inclusion,
If you suffer under carnal mind’s illusion,
It’s the world,
In peril,
The bad girl,
Doing death’s reverse swirl!
Come out of her,
For this will re-occur,
Time and time again,
As death spins,
Strife’s gin!
For God did not do,
This unto you,
Is caused by your view,
And carnal pursue!
As a poet I must sow it,
I am not oblivious to it,
Love is my concern,
But as a world we must turn,
And learn,
Untill then, death has it’s turn!
One final word, and hope you’ve heard,
The suffering of flesh,
Also cuts a big gash,
In my flesh,
As teeth gnash!
But there is a cover,
The lover,
Of mens Souls,
The inward master, Love,
From above.
Must gov,
With love!!
6-27-09
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I only have but one very sweet love
And he makes me feel right at home.
He bestows kisses all the time over me
And he makes me soar right thru the sky
And then he holds tight like no one ever can.
His love will last I know for a lifetime span
There's no one like him and this I already know
And my love for him can only stronger grow!
Always and forever I only want... to love you
And in my heart I also know you love me too
All through this life, death and eternity
You'll still love me as much as I'll still love you
Because life and death can never keep us away
You and I belong together tomorrow and each day.
I won't let anything in this world keep us apart
Because you have already captured all my heart!
Go saddle me the black black steed
For I am going on a long long journey
Go wipe away the tears that roll
Across brawny cheeks of gypsie lassie.
Fifteen well made men going on their steeds
To get their brides leap over the strand
The brunt hills in search of a namer
Drying fast to justify conscript of land.
Twilled with a broach and a ring wintry
The death stalks the hill with sickled moon
The leaden sheen on the steed’s back
Has turned the night’s face into a roon.
Late late yesterday I saw the moon
Full bodied like a new sickled maned
The death will stalk these streets tonight
And am afraid of downy owl’s nickled bane.
Come on fair ladies hang your hair down
Over the fair head over the abordour
The fifteen men have gone to castle waste
And along came the death to devour.
Go saddle me the black black steed
The merry castle keep has hovelled a cry
Though death stalks every haste and waste
And brawny cheeks of gypsie have gone dry.
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