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Should I live or should I die
Sometimes I just want to get high
Why bother to try
It's like you want to touch the sky
Knowing you can't fly
So are u on my side
Now that your in for the ride
It's to late to hide
All you can do is lie
And watch while I walk by
I can no longer stand still
Like kids on a fire drill
I'm down to my last pill
And I'm ready to kill
Nothing makes sense
This is to intense
I got a good offense
But no defense
Somebody start the Violence
I'm swerving and I ain't got no license
but I don't stop for cops
Im a criminal till I drop
And now I say goodbye
I gave it a last try
It's Impossible to me like a happy sigh
Waiting for a good sign
It's not a good time to be alive
No cpr no self revive
this is my final farewell
I know no heaven and I know no hell
So where will I go when they ring that final bell
It's hard to tell
Cause I have no soul to sell
With no God to believe in
I lost all reason
Treat this like treason
Or an infected lesion
Approach with caution
And take a small portion
Before this gets blown out of proportion
I must go
Part of me is screaming no
But it's to late
I already decided my fate
And now I'm full of lead
But This isn't a day to dread
It's a day for new love to spread
I am no longer human I am dead
Anxiety grows as I wait
I can't turn back it's to late
I was hooked now I'm the bait
I'm already the next statistic
You think I must be sadistic
I'm ready for the end
Their nothing left to mend
It's time for me to transcend
And I didn't rise or descend
My mind is no longer restricted by my body
I'm free this is more then a hobby
Do you copy
Its been a fight like karate
Hit hard like s tsunami
I am the Devine wind kamikaze
when I lived I was a zombie
Never got attention no paparazzi
As I say my final words in silence
I leave this world disembodied
In life I had no guidance
In death I showed defiance

It was summertime in the city james was sick of the innuendos
he was lying in his soft bed
soft light crept through the window
thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head
he thought of the love they shared
he remembers the joy that once overwhelmed him in ecstasy
now showered him in despair
the thoughts that where once friends where now hideous enemys
he thought about that horrid moment when she took up that gun
he still screams in nightmares of that wretched day
her dad was beating her, james didn't know, her brother died Cassandra was done
she took her dads glock and blew her head away
he wished he could have changed things
he was too late it tortured his soul
he wished for a way to repent for his sins
but nothing worked torn in his heart was a hole
that could never be mended never be fixed never be truly filled
he ruminated on the pain and hatred of himself
yet somehow he kept trying to rebuild
his sorrow was eventually replaced by his amassed wealth
he found resolve in money and material items
he drowned himself in superficial pleasures
it was his way. how he repents
financial success in drastic measures
was his way out
then the war came
he died fighting the next day bullet to the mouth
what a shame
he died empty





the message of this poem is not intended to be negative.
the message is that no matter what happens you can move on and suicide is not the answer to anything.you can make it through any pain with determination.while it is true some scars never fully heal they still can heal somewhat and that is all you need to move forward.keep moving forward.thank you.god bless you and keep rocking on

This morning at 3.18am our beloved Founding Father Singapore 1st Prime minister died peacefully.



He was the best role model ...He was called Harry in England Cambridge .very astounding student and top of his law faculty.
He was a very strict father and a very devoted faithful husband.



He married his sweetheart who also was studying law with him.He was an easy going and very concern towards his common people.
He set the golden standard for politicians around the world.



He sacrifice his whole life for Singapore..its Independence. .its early government years with no resources. .basically from scratch.
Thank you and I'm emotionally at a lost..so i cant compose anything worthy now. But I want to share my dedication and deepest respect of a Father of my country as a son of this country.
National mourning will last 7 days starting today.

Forget me not's grow there now
Reminders of a day
When sadness encroached
And emptiness was all there was

Placed in a small hole
That took a life time to dig
Cushioned in tissue paper
In a shoe box
Named
Prayed over
Silence

What words convey nothingness

Her womb aches
The memory of loss
Echoes
Between its hollow walls
Empty of promise and purpose

And him
Unable
Only an arm to console
Unsure
His thoughts a storm
Without direction
Yes pain
Buts who's pain
Her's he thinks

You were feeling a little tiresome
that Saturday afternoon,
you're husband suggested
a lie down would do you good,
joining you with the papers
he sat up reading
propped up with pillows, while you
dozed gently into the feathered down.

Sometime after that;
You slipped into heaven

How?How did you leave so silently
from beneath the sheets of your skin.
You left them there
not a crinkle or crease
as if the bed of you had never been slept in.

You slipped into heaven,
did anyone see you enter?
No one saw you depart
from that part of you
that walked, cried, loved and gave birth
cried and loved again.
You didn't look back unlike Lots wife
for if you did
surely not even God could have held you,
you would have come running back, gasping
into your skin
clearing the room
of the pain and grieve, the emptiness of you
that filled it..... And still does

But you, slipped into heaven, somewhere
between the war in Syria and the sports pages
and left a wake behind you, how could you?.....Why?

I've pondered on your departure;
but more than not
It's your husband I think of,
I think of the silence
I think of, does he remember what he was reading
that day..... when you slipped into heaven,
I think, can he ever read a paper again
and does he still sleep in that bed,
or maybe he will never wash the sheets again, capturing
you in smell, holding
the memory of you in, in scent,
sometimes refusing to get up in the morning
and locking the windows
in case you escape for a second time...

But most of all,
I think he suffers,
you never said goodbye!
He would have wanted to kiss you into heaven.
I know I would.

Did salt cure pork
Did smoke cure the fish
Entertaining tonight
Too the friends that you love?

My cat's been an integral part of my life
For two months or more it's been on his face
Do you believe in what a pet has to say
I think you do, you've seen them like this.

Monsanto approved, I say wtf
Approved by elected, now was there a vote!
Heavy's the metal, carcinogen of way
Sit in the sidelines, passers of day!

Host are the people with, silence of tongue
Don't use it you loose it
That's a natural fact.

Yet you all keep on letting
This movement arrive
Will your blood spill over
Or will it survive!

~

~Bentlee~

EVERY MORNING IS A NEW MORNING
and EVERYDAY IS A NEW DAY
and EVERY NIGHT IS A NEW NIGHT

BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD LOVE MORE

AND EVERY ROSE IS A NEW ROSE
and EVERY FULL MOON IS A NEW MOON
and EVERY SKY IS A NEW SKY

BUT STILL
I WISH I COULD RISK MORE

Has anybody seen
my blue eyed boy
You know the one
who held dreams
like a stuff toy,
in my small arms
but there was no one home to love or understand me
it was a mystery what they handed me
what I needed to soar
was obscured no one took score
So now I reach inside
I got nothing to give
Just throw out on my knees naked
in a world hanging by a twig

AND EVERY HEARTBEAT IS A NEW HEARTBEAT
and EVERY BREATH IS A NEW BREATH
and EVERY SMILE IS A NEW SMILE

BUT STILL
I WISH THAT I COULD BE MORE

AND IN EVER ME CRIES THERE'S A NEW ME
and IN EVER YOU CRIES THERE'S A NEW YOU
and EVER BUTTERFLY IS A NEW BUTTERFLY

BUT TIL THEN
I WISH THAT I COULD LOVE MORE

He sits upon the ocean bluff
staring out to sea.
This old poet of many years
lost in memory.

He remembers well, when as a lad,
his sight was sharp and clear,
but now his eyes are dull and sad
and wet with salty tears.

His body once a sculptures dream
is now bent low and frail,
he struggles with each breath he takes,
his skin is dry and pale.

Time has stolen all his dreams
and robbed him of his power.
Crushed and sifted all he was
now death will soon devour.

If only time were not the thief
its shown its self to be.
There are stanzas yet to write
metaphors still to bleed.

He watches now as ships sail past
and children play and swim,
lovers walk and stop to kiss
seagulls chant their hymn.

"So much to see, much to be written,"
he whispers as shelved verses & the
life he postponed screams "It's too late"
death is the one thing that will not wait.










~*Sas
"Seduce my mind and you can have my body, Seduce my soul and I'll be yours forevermore" ~Me

As I walk upon the ground

you lay beneath but make no sound

with no shoes upon my feet

I think of our life we once had

visting your grave site

still makes me feel so sad

As the stars shine

upon you every night

I think about what

my life with out you

is now like

As I place a Flower

upon your grave

my thoughts of you

in my head will always be saved

As once again I must turn and leave,

Jerry my new life without you

is getting easyer but that

does not mean I dont still

miss you and I dont still grieve

Bye for now untill we meet again

you will aways be in my heart and my husband

and my best friend

As I walk upon the ground

you lay beneath but make no sound

There stands death.
A bluish distillate in a cup without a saucer.
Such a strange place to find a cup
balanced on the back of a hand~
A shooting star that fell into and from my eyes
sparkles there~
~not to forget you
~to endure.