death
Baseball Everywhere
Elvin and Leroy were baseball players
From the time they were six years old
And best friends since the early days
A million baseball stories to be told
Their entire lives had been consumed
By the game of baseball which they
Played together all through school
Then pro-Negro league as Blue Jays
Even in retirement baseball was key
Games at the ball park and on the t.v.
Indeed – it was a sad day when Elvin
Passed away from a cardio infraction
Poor Leroy was hurt and felt so alone
He had always had Elvin by his side
And now without – was totally thrown
Unable to handle that Elvin had died
Leroy missed Elvin so much that he
Kept talking to him – always his plea
“Please let me know how you’re doing
So I can quit all my silly brooding”
But nothing – no answer from Elvin
Until late one night – in the kitchen
Leroy was talking - asking his friend
For a message – some sign to be sent
Leroy was sitting at the table and
Heard Elvin so asked – “that you man”
Without hesitation the voice of Elvin
Clear as day – “It’s me – good friend”
Leroy was both shocked and ecstatic
He started talking and then did ask
About baseball in heaven – and Elvin
Said – “Leroy – it really is heaven”
“They got baseball everywhere and
You should see the fields and parks
Just like we used to dream and plan
And got beautiful lights after dark”
“That is wonderful news” – said Leroy
“Wonderful – is there any bad news”
Elvin began tentatively – “well old boy
There is some bad news I brought you”
“What bad news - Elvin ” – Leroy asked
“Tell me – whatever - be what it might “
So Leroy started slow then said it fast
“Elvin - you’re pitchin’ tomorrow night”
Death is my gift
Death is my gift!
Why did I say this why is it true you seek to know
Life has been nothing but heartache and no happiness to show
My heart she is broken and is literally adrift
My life's been pain and sorrow so death is my gift
From when I was ten and was hurt beyond measure
To my marriage I thought I would always treasure
Life has been nothing but cruel and nothing to uplift
I seek happiness and peace so death is my gift
And when my life is over and my time on Earth is done
I will smile a genuine smile that can't be undone
I'll asend up to heaven and be ever so Swift
So you all will forever know why death was my gift!
Zoey cup!
Thoughts On Life and Mortality
The ancients declared that all is meaningless
A chasing after the wind
The modernists claim that nothing is real
A consuming, constant dream
So what shall we say on our mortality;
What should we surmise of our souls?
We've all been screaming what we want to hear
And yet the truth quietly whispers, drowning our voices
We pay our very souls to safely cross the river Styx
Only to find that we can't leave Charon without them
We give our all to gain what our hearts desire,
And realize that we have lost everything to gain nothing
What man can bring back one second of his life;
Yet time seems worthless without entertainment
We campaign to save our fellow man,
By placing funds in already full pockets
Humans are dimensional amphibians, living both spirit and body,
The ghost in the machine
How light a heart in love!
How heavy a heart in sorrow
The weight of a soul drags me down
But hope can keep me alight
We strive for goodness through deeds and laws,
But laws are not for good deeds, or good people
We cannot live long alone, and yet push others away,
Until we are left with only our “selves”
We push and strive to become better than ourselves
Yet we can only grow inside our own nature
At what point in our quest to become God
Did we convert into the devil instead?
Last Climb One Last Time
Each moment, struggling to swim,
The sun is over; the light dims,
My hands grasp the jagged rocks,
Familiar feeling of faint fury--
stuck in a loop
stuck in a loop.
Rest as the waves lap,
look up and see
the climb ahead
again
Memory serves anguish
knowing each climb has been
slow and when it seems over
the tide comes roaring in
to claim its victim back
to its dark blue depths
the cold is setting in
and I'll climb again
The climb, easy now,
The top, close,
Fingertips reaching and
desperation, sets in
Navy blue screaming to
Bring back its body
a smile sweeps across
as salty water erupts
At least I know this is
the last climb.
People only love the dead
What the hell is wrong with you?
Before he was killed your insults acted as a drill
He smiled and laughed and you acted as if he was a burden on your back
You called him annoying, told him that he needed to shut up
You hypocrite, you only care for the dead and give them sympathy
You monster, you hated him because he was being himself
You master of disguise, hiding behind a façade of tears
All you did was hurt him, and now that he's not hurting, you finally love him
This is the problem, you hate and can't love
You bless the dead and curse the living livid
You need to grow up and love people whilst they are still here
Because now that he's gone, he may only remember his scars, the scars that you caused
Now get out there and love while you still have time, love like losing love makes you lost
Grow up, and learn to love, just as we were made to do, love and never lose hope,
That's what the dead would like us to do, love the living while their still living life with us,
Thank you, God bless
Decisions
Decisions... Life is completely cursed with crimson colored deeds and decisions determined by pretentious parents and peers who deem it necessary to nag at anything that's non-negotiable in the eyes of those narcissistic people that think thoughtful thoughts of themselves, all alone... Do our decisions really matter? Do they orchestrate the path of our life? Is it all one journey? do we really get a say in what goes on, and if we don't... Then what the hell's the point of being here. Of even going along with this so-called "ride that is life"? Is that why no matter how hard I try, I fail, no matter how quiet I try to make myself, I fail, no matter how much I try to get out of the way... I fail... Why? Why, why, why... That's the question isn't it? Even if I got an answer, I'll still act like a terrible two's toddler that drives their parents mad, I'll still get in the way and abuse the help that I cry for and whine for knowing that the only reason that they return, is because they pity on me. Why don't they just drop me, let me go and be free of the bondage that is the grief, anxiety, and mucilaginous traits that make me so unbearable? Just leave me alone, I want to be alone, don't they get that, don't you get that? But the thing is... I want to be alone with someone. I don't know why, but it's warm by the fire, and I guess I'm just too afraid to jump in, that it'll just burn me, but is that really a bad thing... But then, I think, if I jump all the way in, will I burn, or would I drown? Because who knows, I decided to do this to myself, and my decisions decided to do this to me, and I don't even know how it makes me feel... Maybe I like the way it feels, you know, the burn, the adrenaline rush that you get when you gasp for air when you rush towards the surface, wondering if you're going to make it or not... And I wonder if I ever will? And I wonder if it will be my decision? And I wonder why these damned decisions seem so important to me? Please... Help me understand, that's all that I ask, and it's all up to you. It's your decision, so hurry up and decide, time's almost up, quick, decide, the longer you take, the longer it hurts, so hurry up, and make up your mind, because I can't do it for you, what's taking you so long? Say something, please... Whelp, it's too late, it looks like no one cares to speak up, like I'm surprised by that, and while you took all of that time to think about how others will think of you, while you took all of that time to worry about your own profile and how you would look speaking out, I did it, I ended my problems... I ended my life, so if you had something to say, anything at all, it's too late, I already did it, the deed is indeed done, dead, I'm
sleeping alone in a bed of dirt, because you were afraid of opening your mouth while I was closing my book... You're a monster, and I love you, because that's what I'm supposed to do, love unconditionally, with my still, non-beating heart.
Thank you, and God bless
Goodbye Charles Strange
Let me tell you about a neighbor of mine.
He had been my neighbor since 1979.
He had a loving wife and two children
He has died but we will see him again.
His death is hard for his friends and family to face.
He's in Heaven now which is a far better place.
It's tragic because his life came to an end
He was a great neighbor and a friend.
When I learned that he died, it was very sad.
But now he's in Heaven with my mom and dad.
World's Silence
Watch the world fall silent
A lonely sound
To echo across
The open ground
Let the poor hear it
And the rich feel it
Let the living miss it
And the dead have it
Face me...
As the deathly, Icey slices of the shattered glass fly towards my face, unzipping the skin…
I knew. They. Were. Here.
The cold sweat pours down my face as I search for a plan…
I can’t hear myself think!
The deafening sound of bullets showering on your cover
The yelling of young men
…and the last shrieks of the female nurses, who have now fallen
contributes to the foul smell
The foul smell of the empty shells where the souls lived.
“Fuck!”
My long hesitation on the battlefield has paid off…
O’, the exquisite beauty of the sharp pain
One glance down…to view the left shoulder
As the metal drowns into my flesh…
Harsh Rubber of their soles thuds
Thuds. Sound surrounds, me
Up
Only to see the points of those guns
Only to see the strings of life
Face. Me.
BANG!
-Sachi Ruaya
*Written within the time limit of 15 minutes (phew)