Behold young friends..
I didn't write this...my best friend and I stumbled upon this on accident in a cemetary on a headstone when we were young....it has stuck with us ever since. We also have seen it in other places, after that experience.
Grandparents
This is a poem about my mothers parents...
the dead rose
"The dead rose" walking through the ashes hand in hand kicking through the skulls we were one a dead rose upon my grave placed there by your hands the smell of fall lingers through the fog of night can you here the cries of these damn
Where Angels never die
I wrote this se4veral years after my dad had passed
Mortality
Not so long ago I buried my Uncle who was only 4 years older than I, he was my fathers youngest brother and now his older sister passed yesterday the last remaining sibling on my fathers side. So no more members exist just their children this is the way of life, so when you get that chance to love someone for real keep them close and think of your own mortality.
Here
My mother
Dead Poets....
laughing monosyllables/ echoes / Poet, the whole city sky palely flaming & spectral bombs hitting that patch of river I see from a park bench. Sexton's psychotic breakdowns & shattered taboos pour forth from a pewter
I Miss you...
You fell for her but, the feeling wasn't mutual, she never loved you She didn't even cry a tear heartless b*tch who took your life She's a heartless soul, and you had no self control I miss you you took a part of me away, when you chose to end
Wading the Waters of Lethe
Little is noticed, less remembered. Not completely written down, and cut at the templates. What is not burned is wholly lost but for the mention in another's fragment, which is edited in the compilation and lied about in the quotation.
Desert Rose
Fallen but never forgotten
The light
I miss you today, even though I shouldn't I can say it, even if you couldn't The loneliness wandered in And the feelings of inadequacy begin My love is deep and my soul is true And I am useless without you... Why would God show me this beaut
the death of me
should cate"gory" be....hmmmm....death?
when it's my time?
I wrote this after my brother in law passed away from losing his battle with liver cancer. I made me think about my own mortality and the unknown, when it's our time.
In the Quieter Moments
In the quieter moments I sometimes hear the whisper of your gentle voice on the wind and I want to cry because I no longer can hold you. I walk the spots we once shared and feel you there and a tear falls because I can no longer see you smile. As
Forever Rose
Intending to modify the Rose,I elected to write a whole new poem to compliment "A Postcard From Heaven" which I posted in Grieving Mothers.However this poem is posted in a memorial site for the two teens who were killed nearly two years ago(?).The mother friended me on FB because of poems I posted there.She was having trouble coping and my poem helped her see her daughter's death in a different way,which is the best reward I could get.
thought
thought
Rest in peace
In the memory of my late father..
Sad Fan
To a woman of whom I never met or knew. Never knowing it was her songs I was listening to. After hearing about the things that made her life so un at ease. Makes me sad to think she is gone and hoping she is at peace. I bet she knows now , w
"SPECTRES OF SORROW" 4/26/2013
This song will b on the "DEADMARES" Album
See the Sea
Loss of freedom is the single most important fight we have today, this written in tears for all humanity suffering tyrannical control of their freedoms.
Dogs
Watching Eight Below which about sled dogs who help rescue a scientist and then their care giver goes back to rescue them in Antarctica.
Angel Tears
Needless causualties of war
I LOST MY OLD SOLDIER TODAY
They say you should keep this poem until you can pass it on. Today is my day!! A DOG’S PRAYER If it should be that I grow weak And pain should keep me from my sleep
enmity with god
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/enmity http://www.iranhumanrights.org/2010/12/executions-of-two-prisoners-at-evin-prison/
Your American Dream Was Stolen From You!
THIS WILL BE TURNED OFF BY LATE MONDAY NIGHT FEBUARY 5TH, SO GET ALL THE COPIES YOU WANT WHILE THIS WEBSITE IS STILL ON.
Knock, knock......
We have all wondered about death, and when it knocks on our door.
There Is A Rainbow
I know there is a rainbow for me to follow, to get beyond my sorrow. Thunder precedes the sunlight, so I'll be all right if I can find that rainbow's end. - Mariah Carey, "Rainbow" (Inspired by the above) There Is A Rainbow I know there is a r
I Know Not The Day Or Hour
The Day will come and I make My way to the exit. And leave World behind. The earth rotates from West to East. Our love like poetry and music. Manzanilla eyes look at me. The Day will come and I make My way to the exit. As I near the end I'
DEATH
so very tired... ;P
Message From Above
As we look in the sky above we think of the ones who shared our love we remember the time when they passed away and we think of them everyday And when we look at the stars at
Peace
Where the fist unfurls we were welcomed. Bade lay upon the timbers. Amber danced the walls, and waltzed in the eyes of the stranger. Thunderous cracks faded to echoes of crackle and spit. The tap of a boot no longer marching, dancing freely
never sets free
dead deaf blind moles stagnating in murky holes shadows slinking in light's blinking a sounded tear lost in wailing memory never sets free fate's capricious decree never draw near light shadows cannot live in lit up- bright die if it
I asked the moon
Lyrics from a French song
My Angels
just something i wrote along time ago for people and family to ponder upon
Time to go home
this poem tells of hurt and pain , we go true ,.when our father dies,but lives again in the kingdom of heaven, peace and love to all the people who face cancer may god's blessing be with you.
This Is Me
Everything I need to move forward in life is denied me because I wasn`t born rich, nor am related to rich, nor auditioned for American Idol or America`s Top Model (And I don`t even like modeling), but the point is, I keep asking, I try to be cheerful, but when I hear no, we can`t help you, my self esteem plummets. When I hear "Oh your a musician?" No, not really. I can`t afford a keyboard, song writing equipt, or even have a place I can sing... When I`m told, I`m great with kids...all I can do is cry because I lost my son, and I can`t afford to have any children now, and never will. What I want, what I dream for, what I bleed and cry for...doesn`t matter.
danger
hanging by a thread but too weak and too chicken and too in love with my daughter to leave
Scheduled Departure
This is one of several poems that I wrote after hearing about the death of Michael Jackson. It is dedicated to his memory! If you're a MJ fan, I hope you enjoy it.
Alive and Dead
The sugar bows to the base he wilts pleading his case alive and dead in one day alive and dead in many ways the wakings intent between the lament i had flown into a town with no vent space lights thru the Iguazu trees catacomb burial: r
The Children of the Night
I have won an award for this one a friend if mine has lost 2 children to drugs it time to say no more talk to your children
How Could You Leave Us
I had a uncle who passed away 2 years this December and I wrote this poem for him and how my family is feeling right now.
" It was only a dream but it seemed so real"
Seems like only yesterday, We were like brothers. You were bigger than me, Always watching out for me, Protecting me from the others. Meeting you here seems so real, Im sorry that its the only way. I fold my hands and close my eyes, Oh my