"SPECTRES OF SORROW" 4/26/2013
This song will b on the "DEADMARES" Album
For those of you....
I LOST MY FIANCE BACK IN 2010,
Mystique (Shadows Challenge)
This was definitely a challenge which I enjoyed taking on. A lot of symbolism was used. The feeling I am trying to portray is of a lost soul with no hope of going on, having suffered a tragic loss wanting to end her life. Definitely had to consult the dictionary for this.
ALL DIE YOUNG
King Solomon had everything a person could desire, including wisdom. He declared all to be, "...vanity, a grasping for the wind." So live your life in contentment and joy. Die in peace knowing all your labor in life, all your material possessions and wealth are worth less than piss on a paupers' grave.
if only
most of us have felt it...all will at some time.
The Hardest Thing....
For my gogeous Fiance i lost in April 2010.xxx
Forgiviness
Forgave someone after 45 years on 3/13/14 Then, all of a sudden they passed 9/30/13
Rain
Lost in The rain Nobody to blame Feeling ashamed You came and then you went I have nothing to give My heart is empty My tear face stained It's full of pain Alone I walk in the rain Searching for something That I'm missing What it
Where Angels never die
I wrote this se4veral years after my dad had passed
I miss you, big Bro
thinking of my brother who passed away at 37
Prayers Unaswered
Prayers unanswered...
Broken
The one friend I had, who promised she'd never leave me like all my other friends have, lied. She left me. She deleted me from facebook, blocked me from Deviant Art, and just because I have had a hard time these past 6 years finding work. She assumes every single city/state is the same and everyone can get hired if they beg door to door. Friendship is not something you find in a store isle with a price sticker on it...you care about people because of who they are, not for what they have or don't have. You care because you have their trust and they're willing to tell you the deep dark secrets from their lives, not because they pulled money out of their purse to buy your affections. I must admit, she was my last remaining friend. So, I did cry, and hide in my own little emotional shell and I don't know if I want to come out again. Not if it means, more people leaving me.
His FInal Hours
This poem was about my grandfather. He was an amazing man and was loved by everyone. He loved us all and told us and also showed us. Gramps I miss you!
Christmas without you
A poem written/dedicated to my beautiful mother who saddly passed away on me last year on christmas eve,..with a thought also for the late great Simmo.
A late little note
Your love lived in every cell of mine Our souls and genes still intertwine loss of you nightmares crush my mind no peace from them I ever find When he scared you I felt your fear if he came you kept me near Protecting me from all his harm hi
Moment's
"WAIT" ... not yet give me a moment with him. God give me strength to walk by myself. If i fall...lift me from my knees give me a moment if you please for the last time...to be at his side. Give me a moment upon his face to gaze to remi
"Kyle"
This is about my youngest brother, he took his own life. I wrote it because I was really sad that he felt he had to end his own life, and I missed him already it had been years since I saw him. Now this is the last memory that burns in my mind.
Waiting for the end
I like to write yet I am not a writer, I'm poor on punctuation but that does not stop the thoughts in my head. I wrote this in 2008.
the dream
A dream gained and lost, all at once. The grief remains I wasn't going to post this, but realised I had written this to share, not to keep
In The Light
Loss
My Little Raindrops
Take Me Home To Jesus There I Will Be Found
Set you free
Today i will set you free All this time you've being with me Let your soul take to the sky Now its time to free my mind I carried you along just like a prayer All was silent but i knew you were there Like the tide you would come and go
Broken Lanterns in the Moonlight.
A random thought while walking through the woods one night...put it on the shelf and perhaps oneday more will come of it.
Photo
The rains came As so often they do Filled with heavy monotony Landing where your footsteps Had gently crushed the grass You are no longer with us But the paths you trod On your life’s journey Still remain Always reminding us That once you
Day will Come!
Vazha-Pshavela (1861-1915) - a classic of the Georgian literature - was born in a small village Chargali (Pshavi mountainous province in Eastern Georgia) in a family of clergyman. He was a Georgian thinker, poet and writer. Vazha-Pshavela wrote most of his verses, poems and stories in the vicinity of his native village. His poems and narrative stories are widely translated into a number of languages (translations into English by Donald Rayfield, Venera Urushadze, Lela Jgerenaia, Nino Ramishvili, and others). This one is not quite as joyful as one would expect of someone who's been away for so long, but this is what I have chosen to translate this time, dear poets. I have added the video of a recital of this poem for those who would like to hear how it sounds in Georgian. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zix_Qsjhoq8
My Guilt
This is about my miscarriage 3years ago.
broken down yet travelling
saw a man wizened gray hairs askew skinny clothes leather jacket and skin carrying his most prized possession a carton of cigarettes sometimes life is reduced to the basics see a woman in the mirror middleaged child face circles sunken like
Trapped in haite
what it must be like to be trapped
reflection of our dead
on Memorial Day
A Life Cut Way Too Short...
A life cut way too short...
Silent Plea
It's such a sad, sad thing when people decide to give up everything that is good in their lives because of something terrible that happened to them.
ww1 poem meadows
wrote this a while back
Tribute to a Dead Poet
Take my pen and hand me a sword. Take my sword and hand me a pen. The Donau held its breath, turned blue, & died, the hills could only stare & shake their complacent heads, the winds avoided Bavaria all together as the
Death what have you done
i was depressed, overwhelmed numerous deaths.
My Best Friend
For my black lab. We are reaching the end of our journey together. I know, I see what will all to soon be :-(
An American Soldier in the Middle East: A Rapper’s
<<To Those Who Have Lost Their Lovers at War>> We’re forced not to leave this fanfaronade We’re sure this is just part of a serenade Away from our states we are ready-made To rehearse a majestic harlequinade The Chief Executive’s common crusa
A slow death
life is a slow death it shortens by each moment each breath we make many messes fill our days up with stresses and what happens after death is pure conjecture and guesses so whats the use if life is but a noose? tightening everyday until de
Because Greif I am still in today
This poem was written because my sister in law Pat Croston passed away last week from suicide. Pat and my brother lost there daughter 14 years ago at the age of 25. Pat never got over it.
Bitter
A widowed wife.
A Selfles Gift of Love
the death of my son James 4/23/13 heart from Diabetes. Same day as daughter in 98.
Gone From Here
For those of you that are not here At this very special time of year You’re in our thoughts we hope you know And in our hearts with this we show All our love we send to you And know you feel the same way too Forever in our memories will be