Short Living Dead Poems
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Lovely lovely
entertainment
Content content
pure enslavement
Zombies zombies
Living dead
Robots robots
Machinehead
Burn our bones, buried
Deep in the cemetery.
Pray for the restless
Ghosts among the living dead:
Awaken those far ahead.
you make me spit out all my breath
like you control over the living dead
so I'm tied to my own bed
all smothered inside and haunted in the head
Form:
I can't even talk to any man
Altough I'm already really buried in the sand
Everything's falling on my head
And I feel like a crazy - normal living - dead
Form:
While walking through a cemetery
Things were really quite ordinary
Until I finally saw
My "alive" mother-in-law
That's when it turned out to be quite scary
As I smoke the living dead, I inhale my mind
and produce dreams as if the devils thoughts
were convulsing in bliss. They become reality and dance
around me as pagan rituals.
O Tony, wherefore dost thou feel out of sorts?
Existing so - tho' not soothly living.
Haps thou art the living dead which resorts
Into its cold chamber ne'er living.
From the foots
of the tall buildings
many living dead
are coming up wobbling.
Stealthily,the living dead
are peeping inside
from the windows of the houses
of poor families.
A ghostly wind sings
Scattered leaves on their death bed
Screams fill the silence
The full moon watching
Branches reaching for your hand
The shadows follow
Graves no longer full
The night of the living dead
Happy Halloween
When
Is
Heard the
Screeching sound
At the midnight hour
Is the death messenger calling
Horrorizing the errant souls without destiny
Condemning the victims to a fate of living dead alive through the eternit
3-30-2016
O Love you are deathless path
But I'm the living dead mirth
O Love you are great soul of meteor, great path of galaxies
But I'm the fallacious wisp, dust of the dusk
O Love come into me,
burn me firing the inside
- January 08, 2020 CTG, BD
My time of death I don't quite know,
I'm still breathing but I was gone long ago.
Locked in the casket of a broken mind,
If I go any deep I'm afraid of what I'll find.
The skeleton of what I was was is gone a,
corpse of the lost me at every new dawn.
Form:
Tripping,
Falling,
Tripping,
Acid ride inside,
What changed?
Woodstock woman,
Living dead zombie,
What changed?
Made you give up,
The ‘deadhead’ lifestyle;
Trading for a hobbit,
A Grecian convent,
Nevermore are you;
You,
The higher path,
Married to God.
time to let go
dark clouds setting in
I don't want to, no
seems to be no end
thoughts scatter
weak gets weaker
don't know the matter
I get deeper
hunger for warmth
cravings swarm
starvs til fed
lingers til morn
oh how I dread
this long, cold, dark
living dead
Crisscrossed stitches,
Lusting the needles thread,
Caressing the distance,
Between the living dead.
Hand in hand,
Lips to lips,
Time sings candles,
Drip drop drip.
These sticks move in silence,
In there circle of malice,
Counting the numbers,
Verbs and nouns so callous.
Form:
Put on a good show
For the people in the front row
Can’t express your true feelings
With a sack on your head
The living dead
On the ground kneeling
Your hands tied
Behind your back
On a one-way ride
On a one-way track
Conceal the lamentation
It’s all in the presentation
The living dead, think they’re alive
Trapped in a fear prison
Thoughts centred on wealth and sex drive
Yet feel their soul’s risen
Human form a facade
In darkness they do plod
Distanced from love and God
By desires led
The living dead
17-August-2022
Quietus
Many die
to walk unknown
amongst
the living dead
Their hearts reclaimed
yet beating still
whose verses
go unread
They wander freely
in the night
their chains
relock the grave
Awaiting words
you’ve yet to write
to free
— their death enslaved
(Calvary Cemetery: February, 2025)
They say that they are Christians
But commit all kinds of immoral act
They say that they are Christians
But they lie, steal, deceive, and sin
They say that they are Christians
But support lies and not the truth
They are alive in the flesh
But they are dead in the Spirit
The Living Dead
It’s been used in so many movies,
and series, and books to be read -
some kind of sickness breaks out in the world
turning all into the living dead.
I once thought the concept was silly,
but now days I just shake my head,
cuz this bug has all the same
turned the whole world...
right into the living dead.
As the grace of my lord invade my segments
my soul stears from satins decent
with his hateful lament
and his constent resent
the feel of my soul is in malcontent
i never look back at the shadows in black
but insteed look ahead at the living dead
for I will never become blined to the wise mans sin
for he can lead me to sin again
Form:
Our heroes past ate on the platter of pain,
in their gravesite we pick grapes of gain.
These living dead have nothing to offer,
they plough and plant...for posterity to suffer.
We are a generation aborted after birth;
alive yet dead in the domain of dearth...
These political parrots speak of change;
but the echoes of their errors sound strange!
Those who are in an attempt of self-annihilation
They have found the original perpetual presence
Those who have embraced himself in his own secrets
They have got his seat with the existence of supreme spirit
Those who have been the lover of the deepest love of God
They are living dead with eternity in the primordial existence
-Chattogram
There is a full moon,
distant in the sky, tonight,
Grey planets are planted
on an aging white face.
Children, living & dead,
love the moon with small hearts.
Those in heaven already take gold thread,
drop the moon down for us all to see;
Those alive with us, look out their
bedroom windows, tonight, & smile-
Then prayers, then sleep.
Elegy DEADED SOULS TALK N-WALK
Interment unholy uncovered grounds;
Awesomely truest self instantly found;
The dead bones rise up also them so walk
Ever-presents of open-armed God Crowned;
Humanity and angels sing souls sound;
Spirit of the living dead souls be talk;
Hallelujahs
1/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Elegy