Last Commented Elegy Poems (75)

Part I - Love/Loathe

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This World Is Melancholic
Dark Lonely And Callous
Cant Find No Relief
Been Searchin For So Long
My Soul Is Sad And Blackened
In Search Of Inner Peace
My Heart Full Of Love And Loathe
For Myself For This Cruel World

Hate For Myself Is More Inside
More Than Hate For Others

No One Tries To Understand
Even People I Thought Cared
Wastin My Love And Tears
On Heartless Stoic World
Ive Lost My Existence
In Search Of Unanswerable Questions
My Life Is Grief Striken
Solitude My Only True Friend Again

My Pain Will Surely End
As The Last Drop Of My Blood Drains

Part II - Fade Away

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Beam Of Sadness Guides Me
Deep Into The Realm Of Sorrow
To A Destination Unknown
Through The Labyrinth Of My Dreams
Poles Of Loneliness Push Me
Deeper Into Surreal DepthS
Darkness Consumes Me And My Sanity
Takin My Life Slowly

I Sacrifice Myself And Fade Away
My Dreams Become Reality

Into the abyss
One ventures in time
From birth to
Heaven

One dwells in time
As we age
Changes we not notice
for we change

With a blink of an eye
from childs knowledge
We gain matter and thought
are knowledge expands we gain

Are mind active are
are bodies decay
Inside we dwell keeping the world outside
We protect are selfs

As we grow old
We look in mirrors at are souls
For death is near
The reppers bell tolls

As we age we grow old

Oceans sways and disasters rages and in the mist of these apprehension of the unknown, he gazes far tryin' to guess and visualizes things ahead about tomorrow in order to prepare for what he thinks tomorrow might be, But like an obscurity of doomed, tomorrow is hidden in itself not revealing what it holds. He lays straight in his rest and looking above and say to himself, how poor, wretched and miserable is the Man that in spite of all his quest to know it all, but tomorrow kept things away from him - good, bad, love, hate, good health, divorce, marriage,happiness,sadness life all hidden in tomorrow.

you where here

You where here
Inbody
and soul
To hear you talk

To laugh once more
i know you you gone
I know you cant come back
Your with me always
In my soul
you still with me mother
In my soul

Porcelain skin
Smooth to touch
You stand on high for all to see
Figure 10

Features less
face hidden
You look from monuments high
On folk below
No one knows who you are
Your past hidden future unknown
drapped in your best
For all to see
you are
the woman of desire
For men to desire

show them your not cheap
Your the seller the buyer
The porcelain figure
The model

The doll
The manuquin

Void of space
Darkness enveloppes concept of time
Wraps around are univerce
Are we lost in time

Twinkle the stars that radiates space
Time moves faster opens wider are expanded universe
From creation

Enters black holes other universe expandes are time
Bigger are universe greater knowledge we learn
From are open space

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
Please stop and take a while
To look for my kin as you go on your way;
You’ll meet him with a smile.
Tell him how truly sorry I am
That no one was there by his side
But I know now that God may have planned it that way,
On the fateful morning he died.

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
And find that you’re lonesome or bored,
Just look for my brother, he’ll show you the way;
‘Cause he’s right there with the Lord.
You’ll find that he’s happy and free from all care;
- There’ll be a grin on his face -
Everything’s better, there’s nothing to fear
Now that he’s gone from this place.

If ever I make it to Heaven at all,
What a great blessing that’ll be!
But greater still will be my joy,
When my loving brother I see.
He knows how to make me feel welcome and glad;
- He’s just a person like that –
So I’ll try my best to be good, though I’m sad,
Until it’s my turn to depart.

The brain is the body’s power source for the mind
While used on a regular basis daily for either good or evil
It is never challenged when children are born to the
World, at that point it is looked upon God’s gift to
The parents. As time advances we discover the child’s
Full potential as the mind tends to decide whether the
Child has developed all that can be learnt by education
From schooling and the arts, sometimes the child becomes
A genius or may take a darker path of criminal activity.
This is were the mind enters this scenario. The child must
Realise by using the treasures of his mind the world will be
A better place for all. Choosing a career in medicine may be
One option healing the sick, another might become a teacher
Educating the next generation of children, all of this the mind
Will assist with inspiration and intelligence.
Then we have to view life as another child would envision.
The world could represent a different and eerie view of horror
Turning his back on society, may become a dictator as we have
Witnessed in our past centuries, using the mind to seek war
For personal profits, hurting families and friends, who knows
What damage will prevail. The outcome rests with our future
Families whether they choose a peaceful existence or war
Which no one will profit from. The treasure of the mind is there
To be used for the benefit of mankind, it must never be used
For man’s downfall.

John Ginesi (Author)
(c) 17/10/22

From childhood´s hour I have not been
As others were I have not seen
As others saw I could not bring
My passions from a common spring
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then, in my childhood in the dawn
Of a most stormy life was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still
From the torrent or the fountain
From the red cliff of the mountain
In its autumn ting of gold
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flyinb by
From the thunder and the storm
And the cloud that look the form
When the rest of Heaven was blue
Of a demon in my view.