death

I MADE IT HOME

All my grief is over and done

My restlessness’ has passed

I am at home with Jesus now

God has called me back



Rejoice, sing, and give praise to the Lord

No need to whimper or weep

I am, in a better place, I have made it home

My life is now complete



Stand strong in the Lord my family

Look beyond, the misery and strife

Because trouble won't last always

Only everlasting life



Life was good with you "My Family"

Heaven is now my home

"Don't Weep" For I am happy here

All my pain is gone



Please don't grieve so deeply

For this is our father’s will

Look beyond your shadows of pain

You'll see and feel me, Yes! " I love you still"



Jesus came to meet me

I welcomed him with open arms

There was joy and peace in his presence

A void fulfilled, so comforting and warm





Heaven is my home now

Happiness surrounds me within

He has prepared a place for you also

As your old life passes away, a new life with Him you’ll beginning



I made it home

I'm happy, I'm happy I am happy

Thank you Jesus!!

I have made it home



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Ebony Blessings, vb.

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NEVER FORGOTTEN

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AS WE ALL LIVE AND BREATHE,

SO WE ALL DIE.

WHETHER WE ACHIEVED GREATNESS,

ENDURED SACRIFICE.

HAVE SAVED,

OR BEEN SAVED.

FOUND,

OR LOST OUR SOUL.

ONCE OUR PURPOSE IS SERVED,

WE TURN TO DUST ONCE MORE.

IT’S OUR MEMORIES,

THAT KEEPS THEM ALIVE.

LEST WE FORGET,

WE PERISH TOO.


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For:
Sgt.Ted  Barret      
    Military Medal
    R.I.P
Boxing Day 2000

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Ready

I want to be ready

prepared as always, even when I'm gone

list of what goes to who

just in case something should happen

just in case I should choose

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Grampy

It's too unreal.

Looking down at your still form.

Lying in this black box,

surrounded by loved ones.

But, I'm oblivious to everyone else.

Right now, it's just you and me.

It can't be real grampy.

You can't be dead.

I can't accept it.

I love you too much, you can't be dead.

It just isn't fair grampy.

I can still remember your warm, caring face.

The way you laugh.

The way you cry.

The way you talk

The way you seemed to make everything right when I'd be in tears.

Please just let it be a dream.

But I know it isn't.

It hurts that i can never see you again.

It hurts that i can't have a second chance to know you better.

Maybe someday we can see each other again.

When we do, I'll take you up on that hike through the woods that you promised.

When I do see you someday, I't will be the happiest day of my life.

I love you grampy.

I miss you.

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i think it speaks for itself.

i dedicat this peom for my grandfather, who passed away on January 12, 1995

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on the death of my father



On The Death of My Father



There were no trips to the hospital

to see my father towards the end

no rearranging of work schedules

souls searching decisions to be made.

Death came quick and in one blow.

Leaving his body on that cold bathroom floor

for us to disposed of.

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death what a great subject

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2001

No amount of poetry could express how I feel

No rivers of blood could wash away the pain

No amount of money could buy me free

No monsoon could ever see such dark rain

There’s no name for this, not even depression

No second chances nor first impressions



Every emotion in the world is afraid

The lost souls cry for another their age

The burden souls lie, they wish this too

The simple souls sigh, they like the cage

The crisp vibrant reds and yellows of fire

Could not hide nor burn my death's desire



The gods from the heavens meet the gods in the hells

If betrayal is love then money sure sells

And if the sea were blue, then hate's in our shells

For the knife in my hand--I hope love compels



Nothing can fix the shattered glass

For humans, innocence dies too fast

Then in the dark you’ll discover

There’s no way to change the past

No wings to lift me high above

No heart to show me real love



God is alone for his friend just left

Satan’s in heaven playing with sorrow

The serpent’s fangs are ripe with blood

Neither tears nor song for tomorrow

I’ve finally painted my world red

This unicorn is no longer dead



If all of love was true and fair

Then no one would like blue eyes, blond hair

This harpy is afraid to love, to care

One bite might strip the whole world bare



It isn’t right, it isn’t wrong

But maybe it’s the only way

The only path to this creature

Who fears every new day





Sorry I couldn’t be strong

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Near Death





I was awake one summer night



And heard a great plane in flight,



And peering from my window saw



Its star-like colored little lights



As laser beams across the sky.



Lonely tears were in my eyes



When the great plane flew from sight;



No loving thing aboard that plane



Or other planes or any train,



Or vessels on the open seas,



Will ever know that I am me.



I turned about and saw my room;



It was sterile and quite bare,



Just a bed, a desk and chair,



No loving spouse was quartered there,



No little children playing there,



Just a bed, a desk and chair,



Otherwise the room was bare.



The Earth has mass and I am small.



Nothing could prevent my fall.



Soma, soma on the floor,



I am Spirit as before,



Translucent feet on Golden Sand.



Now I'm in that Other Land,



My father's fathers tarry here



And I heard Dave's mother say,



Please return and don't delay,



Soma waits you on the floor.



Ask dear Dave to meditate and pray.



Saint Francis lives and God is near,



Ask dear Dave to meditate and play.



      



      









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SICK MOM

they say she was just depressed

and had been for the last two years


what in the hell was she thinking

drowning her 5 children

called the police

then a quick call to her husband

she only said you need to come home

no shit, when the police arrived

she told them that she had killed her kids

they found four of them under a sheet still wet

the last they found still in the bathtub

sick mom that is all I can say

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inspired by something that happened in Texas.....TRUE STORY

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My Choice After Life







i know i should be

saying something

i don't know

what to say

my life is the same

hum drum

day after day

to sit and write

in the dark of night

with vision apparent

lack of lumination

i remember by rote

all things said

during my days of youth

without fabrications read

only the words of truth

now as years pass

my memory lapse

soon i will be nothing

but dust and ash

sprinkled about

the Gulf's surface

only to nestled

by you...

being my final

resting place.


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