Funeral Truth Poems

People who tell it like it is
Are usually wrongfully targeted
People who tell the truth with ease
Are routinely are attacked or assassinated
The truth exposes the weaknesses...

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I heard them when I was small
words of hatred words worst of all
words of steel knives stabbing me
meaningless words  all for me
it didn't matter...

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Dead & living 
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"Why this world 
Loves the dead 
more than the living?"
I really don't know 
the answer 
to this puzzle.


When I was living with...

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"Pop! Pop! Pop!" goes a squeezed Desert Eagle.
  Two innocent bodies drop; funeral to be held for one.
Fleeing block party crew scatter like startled...

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(1.)

Life Now Cries Out, This Truth, There Is No Holy Grail

I stab the stone wall, all to no avail
Life now cries out there is no...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

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6/5/22


In the distance a faint light
Paying my respects at a gravesite

During the day light
And the late night
Humans always got something to say right?
Endlessly they fight
Me...

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What will it be?
The day you fly away
The day you're set free

What will be said?
When a date is set on the right side of the...

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He doesn’t remember 
his great grandfather
who passed away when he was five
He can’t recall the wooden heart 
he painted in a kaleidoscope of colors
that his...

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None of these emotions would be raging
with fiery eyes and a very fast heartbeat...
to unveil this secret that's never been discovered;
leading a limited life of...

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Of glass I started at a shop,
But then they filled me up to top.
And day by day, I would decrease,
But now I serve just for...

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Some find relief in solitary confinement
And others cherish the thought of being alone
I am but a weary soul craving for cessation and realignment
Waiting for greater...

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Play the bugle taps,
as the freedom flag is raised half-mast
Democracy is dystopian dead,
it’s a Greek tragedy

Hear that funeral procession drum roll,
and the coffin timbre of
brass...

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THEIR BLACK HEARTS

All the traps are placed from the jealous people in my life
Still trying to fight all the battles of their unwanted strife

All the...

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