The clouds roll in.


Like the muffled sounds

Heard in the night

Between cement walls

Marred with the words

Of those before him, swallowed

Into the chamber's belly.


He watches from across the pod,

The last morsel of barbequed ribs...finest cut,

A cloud of smoke from a puff of a last cigarette,

And an eerie calmness fills the air,

A stoic reverence shrouds

What he used to be,

Of many days passing time in a 6x9 space,

And for the last time,

They hear a voice they will never hear again,

It will be 'erased'.


The clamorous cell door,

A reminder of their own fate,

And the few gifted pieces

Of clothing speak too loudly

Of what storms rage silently 

In the minds and hearts of men.








Author's Notes/Comments: 



Inspired by Beavis "Quench"


Dedicated to the murdered, later proven innocent who spent their last days on death row.

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When you went away


When you went away

I felt like, I was draining in the river of my eyes, when you went away.

I felt that, I did not have the right to fall in love again, when you went away.

I felt that, god abandon me, when you went away.

I felt like, someone took away that life I once had, and I always want it back, when you went away.


You were in my life like, a beautiful gift.

You were in my life like, the sun in the summer.

You were in my life like, life itself.

Why did god have to take you away from my arms.

Oh how much I loved you.



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Don't cry for me

As he lay their I remember all the times we had together and then all of a sudden it was "Please don't cry when I'm gone." I thought I could stay strong so I hid my tears until finally the sadness sword had cut through my sheild and I could stay strong no longer. I realized that he'd no longer their to make anyone and everyone feel special or show love. He said don't cry but for his family, we disobeyed. Not because we wanted to but because we tried so hard but in the end failed. seventy years gone in an instant and there's nothing a human like me can do about it but mourn and wish I had spent more time and love just to see him alive one last time. As I sit in the pew at the church I reminisce in the good and hate myself for any bad I may have caused to a man that fought for more years than I have lived. My crying was a mixed dring of seeing his body left behind and the rest of my family crying as well with a straw of memories that could last decades. I pray to see you in a matter of seconds, minutes, hours, days, just to see or here or feel you. I miss you

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R.I.P Charles F. Vella

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My ode to Rhod Gilbert




hey Rhod how do you do?

Had to write a poem to you

lisened to you sunday

at heath Hospital sadly

went to visit my dad

in his final days, glad

his suffering now ceased

in a better place definately.


Veteran of the second world war

tho his company never a chore

impacted on everyone he met

day before yesterday heaven sent

so forgiving, understanding too

and would never turn down a brew

selfless till the bitter end

our loss is the gain of heaven

'Stormy' Lovegrove was his name

now not in the ball game



i knew his days were few

when i listened to you

the song you played by James

got my heart strings definately

sometimes, when i look

deep in your eyes, i swear

I can see your soul

very apt don't you know


I thank you for your choice

of music, given me voice

kept me strong in our loss

to circumstance a little gloss

i attach a link about my dad

tho please do not be sad

he has gone to a better place

full of love n gods grace

will be in Mondays echo too

amazing man, that much is true



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Falling forever falling,
As all about declines.
Sinking slowly sinking,
As all beyond decays.
Dreaming, frantically envisaging,
Countless aspirations now ignored.
Hope existing nonetheless misplaced.
Fading illusions decline.
Exhausted depths despair.
Frayed sensations endured.
Courage can be no more.

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Out of nothing

Flew that car

Not a leaf ruffling

And yet he flew so far

Never saw a face

Didn’t need to see

To know his place

Lies in history

Few saw the act

But fewer saw me

When I heard a crack

Everybody heard my scream

Not for what I saw

But for what I felt

Though not against the law

I felt such guilt

He probably felt nothing

But I felt it all

He left the leaves rustling

As I felt a claw

He clawed for life

And left me pain as he did

Could I have saved his life

I don’t know, for I just hid

Couldn’t look away

But couldn’t be seen

Now day by day

I’ll remember his destiny

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Saw a man get hit by a car and killed wen  was young and his came out...

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Wisp of A Rose

Loved, or not to be loved 
She was adored, 
By those who were 
Captivated by 
Her lively words. 

She swayed and 
Sung about how the 
Caged bird's sing and 
The blues 
of the sky 
they were blury. 

Filling with grey 
Jumbling her thoughts; 
Were led astray, 
All in disarray 
As her memories 
Seemed to fade 

A liftime 
She would never forget 
With no regrets 
The sun sets 
And now she is put to the test 
As she was laid to rest. 

She was a wisp of a rose, 
Pretty in red 
Burning with passion 
Piercing her head with smoke. 
A thorn of a bullet 
that lodged in her head. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Poem about death, and its signs.

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Giving in to an Angel

She stands on stained tile
And stares at the shimmer
She touches it soft
It rejects and condemns her

And she looks at the glass
Crying and desperate
Weeps for redemption
She casts no reflection

She can't understand--
It sees the blood,
But not her hand
All she needs is one last chance
Can't she see her face again?

Will it show her skin so pale,
Her broken soul and body frail?
Can't it show her eyes that leak,
Silent down her sullen cheeks?

It's all she needs for her release
But mirrors never lie or cheat

And she knows that she did this
Fate came and she ran and hid
She shredded the page
And rewrote her script
Now she's the reason
The scale's been tipped

She gave in to an angel,
And the demon won
She offered her life--
Her reflection in blood

Still she looks upon the glass
Ecstatically, and she laughs
She's not here
She broke her path
Cries for redemption
She has no reflection

The mirror shatters
It doesn't matter
She's real, she swears
This isn't fair

So she looks upon the glass
Desperate, meek, without a breath
Laughing mad
She's non-existent
Weeping floods
She wants redemption

The shards cut deep
And she's too weak
She's real she swears--
But she's not there

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