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Danny Stinson Poem
Those who say that Death is vile,
Know Him not like I do.
He mends my heart that once was two,
And triggers satiety with His smile.
He whisks away those with all to give:
To save them from this Earth.
From its horrors He gives them berth;
Harbor from the wicked who live.
They stagger onward, praising Life,
Oblivious to Death's comfort.
Unaware that there's no more hurt,
While those now gone are blithe.
Death, He is my grandest friend;
Eternal and ethereal.
At His feet I'll always kneel,
And for Him, hasten my end.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2012
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Silence: All I hear when I call out your name.
Snow envelops me and snuffs out my flame.
Gone is the light with which your name can be read,
I think I hear you, but it's all in my head.
I'm deep in the woods where no songs can be heard.
I am the only one here, and I speak but four words.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011
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The scars will not disappear from my skin:
They're the price I pay to atone for my sin.
A constant reminder of my hideous deed
When they brought to me answers for my self-loathing need.
I did this to me, to sharpen my sorrow,
To add to my agony, to eradicate tomorrow.
The people all see, and for that I'm ashamed.
They don't understand; of course I am blamed.
I thought my pain was too much for one soul to bear,
But I would be missed so much for not being there.
So I'm sorry my loves, my family, my friends.
It was so selfish of me to want it to end.
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The desperate man stands alone in the room.
He gazes around at the dust and the gloom.
The chair, it is old, and it creaks when he lifts.
The noose he has tied, it constricts as he shifts.
He rocks back and forth, and he moves to and fro,
He kicks at the seat, and time starts to slow.
Now the visions and voices cease to haunt me:
I am that man, and I'm finally free.
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Bury me in your own eyes,
For at last we are alone.
No more does my love feed your lies;
It just turns my heart to stone
Bury me in your own heart,
For now your serpent lust can't strike.
Your glare will only cause me to part;
Call it what ever you like.
Bury me in your own skin,
For you are only a reflection.
A fallen nymph for my sin;
A god's second selection.
Medusa, my sweet gorgon love,
Your beauty was taken from above.
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Death, He is a gentleman.
Why? So you might ask.
He invites you to his caravan,
And offers you His flask.
He is polite and courtly.
With manners yet unmatched.
You'll arrive in Heaven shortly,
Following a primrose path.
He will treat you as a peer,
You are assured of that.
You have not a thing to fear
When He tips His weathered hat.
Oh, Death, how kind You be,
For You eradicate my misery.
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When your wings no longer carry your weight
I will be there to open the gate.
Just like Peter in the heavenly sky,
I'm the first one you see once you have died.
When your halo splits, or slips, and chokes,
You will recall the final words that you spoke:
The curses you uttered for your forsaken life,
And the lies that cut her love like a knife.
You devil, you wretch, you hideous man,
To her you did things you did not understand.
“Breathe in, breathe out, it will all be okay”
The malice you spit crawls in all that you say.
Maybe when the door opens to the City of Dis
You’ll know what deception was in every kiss.
You said that you loved her, what a terrible sin.
Now I’ll open this portal, and summon you in.
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Follow the footsteps in the snow.
Down that path: Dare you go?
Sprint around the twists and turns;
Find the cove that sunlight spurns.
There you'll find your love alone.
"Why?" Are the words she shall moan.
Then Death will lift her from the ground:
Dying words are the softest sound.
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Medusa, no longer do you have my eyes,
For you've turned my love to stone.
At the bottom of the sea it lies,
But I can't breathe when I'm alone.
To the tree, I'll tie the rope,
And bury our picture at sea.
Though at this height I cannot choke,
Please summon your thoughts to me.
"Hour by hour, day by day,"
My heart for you stops beating.
At this depth, my lust will stay,
For everything is fleeting.
At your feet adoration starts,
While "dead hands clasp my heart."
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2012
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The lonely never escape without wounds,
But even the loved will go alone to their tombs.
Stay there, they will, and rot, until to dust they turn,
They will have no peace, and rest they'll never learn.
Sing no song, no adulation, or no praise,
Know they are gone, and that the dead cannot be raised.
No resurrection of the flesh, no revival of the mind.
Take this message to the heart: that no man gets more time.
If one fills his head with lies of pearly gates,
Then nothing can prepare him for the darkness that awaits.
Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2012
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