Mom
about my mother who passed
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!
FORGOTTEN (Thoughts from beyond the grave)
I literally thought this up on the spot whilst out walking in Uxbridge in Middlesex. I walked past a graveyard that had seen better days and noticed how unkempt most of the gravestones were and it was saddening to see. That is when I thought how it must be for the dear departed once their memory became further and further away from their onceloved ones :(
When I Die
I wrote this poem for my family because you never know when your last breath will be
WHY AM I HERE?
They say that time heals all wombs, but I dont really think so. Because it has been years since I lost my mommy and my only child, my son, and the pain that I yet feel, is still as fresh as it was in 1987 (my mom),...and 2002 (my son ).They carried a piece of my heart with them! I was very close to my mom and my son. May they both R.I.P.I love you both! Miss you too!
The Grave of Lorna Lynn
zzzzdeath of my daughter.
Did you know
Did you know that I Had my first breath But I didn’t make it Just too close to death I waved my hand But no one could see Hidden from you My soul not yet free Did you know that I Could smile at you One of the things I’ve learned how to d
Wake in the woods
Daughter passed in Spring of 1998. in the Fall of 98 I walked in the woods down by the river where me and her had walked many times. The air was cold and crisp. It seemed as though all of nature gathered together to contribute to a wake in the woods for her and I
temple
Gold mask The face time forgot Mummfied for all time He hide beind the mask The chosen rah Temples built drawings dominate For his story be told For the spinx The son of rah Pyrimids dominate Isis prist reign Worship the born king
one more day
To have one more day Is all I ask To fill with joy To do the things I want Happy enjoyable things to do my list thingss to do All want to do My last sky dive A ride in a ballon Simple things I can do A meal on top of the shard To abs
If I could bring you back
If I could bring you back for more hour or a day I will get you snack coz I have countless things to say. If I could bring you back I'll take care of you I will put your sacks like I use to do. If i could bring you back I will stay in y
u boat
Silent deep Metal clad Cold and damp Baterries lights dull Diesel smell Silent they wait Engines above Death charges await the hull belows and moans Steel buckells Pressure deep Silent they wait heads low The bangs the hull creaks
The Kingdom of Heaven
For my mother Virginia, who passed away today...
Cloud Castle
Thank you for reading my humble verse...
Loss
“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.” ? Rumi
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR Angel in black lace lips painted red rises from a misty dream high heels clicking on hardwood floor red hair billowing in autumn breeze Her lover waits eyes brilliant, blue and filled with desire face like a b
Etherium
I wrote this original poem in memory of Edgar Allen Poe.
A Selfles Gift of Love
the death of my son James 4/23/13 heart from Diabetes. Same day as daughter in 98.
Why
Why One single three letter word repeating over and over in my mind Echoing taunting like loud laughter in an empty hall Punishing humiliating destroying Why I can't shake it loose I can't hide can't make it stop make it go
"SPECTRES OF SORROW" 4/26/2013
This song will b on the "DEADMARES" Album
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
viking
Men of iron Men of steel Sail upoun open seas Square sails Vikings be Sail upoun open seas To distant lands Vikings be Raiders upoun open seas To coquor and raid To viravile land To raid to rape mortals of land To viravile to co
Remnants of Love
Nearly ten years since you were called away, yet still I recall as yesterday your touch, Your smile, your sense of fun and joy with life. I remember you playing your guitar, singing along. You cooking a gourmet meal with great a-plume. Sharin
"...AND AS I LAY DYING" 5/17/2014
This song is on the album i call "DARK INTIMACY" another one of my epic concept album about Dark Desires & Dark Passions.... for abstract s*xual apitites of sinful delight... hope u enjoy this one... its about me dying... its the 1st song uppn the album...
Applauses (to you)
These life experiences would've been enough for separating us You didn't leave myself to me You thought mistakes would never end Oh my, how efficient is her excuse Curtain of love fell Applauses are the final words of lovers to those who leave
My SiN ...
I was just toying with some words, then this formed, rough and raw, though hey it suits me this way
Fame and Stardom
Some notable celebrities who committed suicide: Whitney Houston(singer, actress) – drug overdose L'Wren Scott(fashion designer, model) - hanging Kurt Cobain(singer, songwriter) – bullet to head Tony Scott(Academy award winning actor) – jumped off bridge
THE EMPTY ROOM
A MOTHER'S LOVE IS EVERLASTING!
Forgiviness
Forgave someone after 45 years on 3/13/14 Then, all of a sudden they passed 9/30/13
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
Death's Opus
Here, On the other side of the page where lost days go, where lost poems go, where forgotten dreams are breaking up like morning fog. Go..... Go..... Go..... I am preparing myself for
Dear Ann
Can you believe your death gave birth to me? Live or die, you said insistently. you chose the second & the first chose me. I mourn you. Is love the sugarcoated poison that gets us in the end? We spoke of men as often as poems, We
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.
Just.......Mick
This is not my attempt at a poem....just s few simple word's I felt I had to put on paper...to acknowledge the untimely passing away of a dear friend in the last few day's. TM
Here
My mother
The Fallen
we are the fallen, we are the souls, we were men of greater goals. we are the solistice, we are the peace we are the fools you took at ease. we are the strong, in mind and heart, we are the souls you torn apart. we are the lost, we ar
Flowers in the sky
For all of our loved ones in heaven sending flowers from the sky
I feel like my Grief is silent--2014
One month ago my sister in law Pat passed away by a over dose of pills,
YOUR FINAL JOURNEY
This poem is about my wife who passed away not long ago
I STILL REMEMBER
I often write about the love I and my wife shared and the sadness that still lives in my heart.
"A FALSE REALITY" 12/10/1998
I wrote this when i was feeling down, I'm feeling down now. so i thought id type it here... this one is the 4th song on an album i started in 1996 & finshed it in 2001 The album title is called DARK REFLECTIONS........