death

Lost Friend

It's been almost a year now since

I lost a friend yet he is not forgotten.

He had so much life to live and things to give

That I don't understand why he had to die.

My lost friend was so young that it

Hurts to think about him everyday.

He would make me smile when I wanted to die and

Told me how important I was.

I don't understand how he didn't know or

Understand how important he was too.

My lost friend was so kind and would

Always listen when I needed him.

I cry during the night thinking of him.

A friend that was lost but never forgotten.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one really touches my heart.  I wrote this almost a year after one of my closest friends committed suicide.

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never the end

  up up and down I go

were I stop nobody knows.

  on the earth in the sky

and still i don't know why.

  why is there pain

when there is nothing to gain.

  why is there a end

and no one to send.

  and why is it there that constant fear

about thoese who you hold dear.

  there should not be that problem of thoese who die

and I know you still may cry.  

  but please remember that it's not truly the end

there are the angels which god will send.

  to take thoese who have pasted away

to heaven where they may not stay.

  They maybe renicarnated as a beauty

or even as a real hot cutie.

  so please remember for your own sake

that there alway is a make.

  and thoese who have past are not really gone

because in you they still live on.

  so remember thoses from september 11 2001

and they will really never be done.

  done with there life because they can see

and be proud of us all they will be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I didn't have anybody die on september 11 but I wrot ethis after what my friend told me about what his mom said.
He told there was a gay man who died for the sake of others and his mom said
"It takes something like this to really stop being such rude people toward the homosexual community"
which in my opinion is really is sad and pathetic

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Basilisk Arising

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Satanic Serenades

I. I stir as a great Black Dragon, in the steams of this great cavern-lair, the earth beneath Me cracking &

              quaking as I step. My great wings folded about Me as a black cape, My eyes resonant, pulsating with Infernal

              Light. My mighty jaws clench with tusk-like fangs, dripping with venom, & the blood of My prey.

              II. I turn My fearsome head upwards, horns arching into the crying sky, the crimson droplets cascading along

              My crimson scales, as enormous muscles flex upon the behemoth-beast. My nightmarish roar shakes the great

              oaks, inflicting the mortal fear of impending doom unto the puny hearts of every breathing creature, as they gasp

              in terror. My serpantine tongue slides out to lick the taste of flesh & carrion I have devoured.

              III. I see above Me the souls of those whom I have consumed, flailing madly in the hazy air. At once, the ancient

              Pentagram upon My thick brow emminates lustre, resonating upon those poor wraiths, thus entrapping them

              within its five points.

              IV. I arch My back, tail writhing, wings spread wide, I launch My mammoth form into the thundering sky,

Author's Notes/Comments: 

An excerpt from the forthcoming manifesto 'Dracomeroth'.

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Dad, I Miss You Dearly

Your stature was muscular,

     yet, petit.

Your height five inches

     over five feet.

You were a tower of kindness

     and strengths

Your forgiveness stretched to

     great lengths.

Words were not your forte.

You spoke only when you had

     something to say.

Your laughter contagious of

     skits outrageous.

When it came to confrontation

You appeased both sides.

With tactful consideration

hence, all would abide.

As a Father you instilled

     virtues of merit.

As a spouse,you protected

     "the Lady of the House."

Your unconditional love willed

      heir apparent.

An incurable malady struck

      you down.

You never complained,even when in

      excruciating pain.

Your life ended early leaving behind

      those who love you dearly.

Upon your wishes you rested into

      the ground.

Though thirty years have past yet,

      even to this day

In my mind and heart you will

       always stay.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

My Dad
Born 1918
Died 1971
Husband, Dad,
Farmer and Humanitarian

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The End

My alarm clock awakes me

With its usual shrill sound.

I stumble from my bed

To take my morning shower.



Nothing seems different

In my everyday life.

My morning is rushed and hectic

Just as it always is.



I kiss my wife goodbye,

And my children three.



Somehow this day is different,

For I never come home again.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

September 11, 2001

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God Receives Her

        You've Come back to me sweet angel.

Now calm your tears.

Let me embrace you child

and ease your fears .



You are home.

yet somehow feel loss and sorrow.

Rest dear girl till it is marrow.



You ask of thee,

If I am an angel

Where are my wings?



On to you my child I reply.

It’s forever been your selfless love

that allows your beauty To fly,



Your actions on earth became

your harp strings.

You, my sweet blessed angel

have always had your wings.



You were born to be an angel.



Love-n-Truth

Patty Hermes

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a sweet girl was murdered
young and so beautiful.
lost to us but found once again by our loving Father.

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SORRY JUST DOESNT SEEM TO BE GOOD ENOUGH

WHAT DO YOU SAY TO SOMEONE ......A FRIEND

WHO HAS LOST SOMEONE SO DEAR

DEATH'S  DOORS SEEMED  SO FAR AWAY

YET THEY ARE  SO VERY NEAR



MEMORIES OF A TIME GONE BY......FILLED  WITH HAPPINESS

AND YET HERE AND NOW, TODAY IS SO FULL OF PAIN AND SADNESS.



THOUGHTS OF A SMILE AND A RADIANT FACE

A BEAUTY THAT DULLED EVEN THE DAWNING OF THE SUN  

DEATH IS SO QUIET AND SEEMS SO VERY STILL

LIKEN TO THE SILENCE WHICH FOLLOWS THE FIRING OF A GUN



SORRY YET SORRY JUST DOESN'T SEEM TO BE  GOOD ENOUGH

SORRY IS THE ONLY WORD, BUT OH LORD IT SEEMS  SO ROUGH



EMOTIONS RUN AS DEEP AS AN OCEAN...A PIT OF SORROW OVERFLOWS

NO ONE REALLY KNOWS WHAT TO DO OR SAY

AND THE WIND WEEPS.......AS A ROSE IS PLACED UPON HER GRAVE

AND ALL THAT CAN BE SAID IS SORRY, SORRY, SORRY ON SUCH A DAY


Author's Notes/Comments: 

I couldn't help myself this is the same poem as my SORRY it was done with a dear friend who reined me in while working on SORRY hehe ....but I cut the reigns and allowed my pen to flow without restraint this time around!...Death is so very sad...and to those left behind sorry truly doesn't seem to be enough..sorrow what a deal

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Tick, tock

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Tick,tock

One half hour before i knock
Upon death's door decay,
Over the sacred alter i will slay.
Burning blood within the chalice,
Whithin my head a darkened malice.
Monotheists call forth a crime,
Altered states for me, sublime.

Tick,tock

Grasp the hammer and break the rock.
Which upon this earth, my whithered body lie.
As the rage and fears crawl, tear, and pry.
To the burning door where the virgin goddess cry.
And upon this, my knife of Kris,
Unto the beating heart, shall not miss.
And unto me they will submit.
For with the dark fate of death be a kiss; only a kiss,
To the dark angels knife of Kris

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a favorite delusion of mine.................

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School Days??

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School's out, no one's prepared.
A scent of death's essence within the air.
A taste of depression fills the halls,
As lines of red regression run down the tainted walls.
Last year enrollment dropped by seven,
Next year will again by eleven.
In the eyes of loneliness,
Only death's heart be warmed.
For his enrollment by adolescents swarmed.
In the eyes of depression,
Hallowed love cannot defeat suicidal transgression.
Nor can it abort homicidal expression.
In the breath of the evenings hand,
Only the dead souls can understand.
Hoards of prom queens present-past,
Through summers solstice will not last.
For misery spoils their very last chance.  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this in my darker days in high school...

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