Rest in peace
Every time I want to end it all I hesitate then stop
I have tried a knife a gun but from my hand they all drop
Is it fear of death or love of life that ironically prevents me?
Is it the lack of strength or is it the bitterness of my enemy
The darkness of my shadow is a reflection of within
forgetting is my greatest gift while regretting is my sin
I love a few people and I am faithful to death
but I also hate many and I would take their last breath
don't come near me don't touch me don't even wipe my venom tears
do not ask and I will not answer nowadays even walls have ears
I will live and i will lend you time, you will suffer from my generosity
we each have something special to brag about mine is animosity
I shall wait for my life reaper for it shall not harm my ease
I shall count the stars i dreamt of reaching as i rest in peace
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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Breath Of Death
Death is not death,
It is life without breath,
Life on earth is life that is blind,
Blinded by stress and the curse of time,
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride,
The cold breathe of death actually guilds,
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides,
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine,
The Floor is cover with clouds of gold,
An eternal joy that never grows old,
They wait for you to come alive,
Trumpets waiting for you to arrive,
Sitting there is the humble Lord,
Guarding the gates with his shield and sword,
All your loved ones and all you've known,
How can this love even be shown,
Reach out your heart and give him your hand,
There is nothing to fear so please understand,
He knows you believe but now you must try,
You must understand that to live you must die,
Yes, this death is death indeed,
A death of pain and an unheard plead.,
However this death is truly not death,
Only new life that lives without breath.
poem by Bradley Lomeli
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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Life is but a lesson...
At birth I was ripped from my warm safe place,
Yet now I fear death so I flee it with haste.
As a babe in my youth I yearned for more years,
But as time's passed me by it's age I now fear...
Into this world I was born and life gave me breath,
Now each path that I choose always leads to my death.
For both death and life are old inseperable friends,
My life's but a lesson just a means to an end...
If I live life to the fullest will time pass me by?
If I start asking questions will I ever know why?
Wisdom is gibberish and gibberish is clear,
What I most wanted once is now what I most fear...
When I want most to live will it be time to die?
I dont want life to end! Will that be my last cry?
I think death must be life and to leave is to stay,
So I pray hell is heaven when my life slips away...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Shalom is not a goodbye
shalom alechem, may the faith of Abraham enkindle in our hearts,
as Jesus of the nazareth brings good tiding in our life and Allah
bless us in our journey to life after death
let the tears dried up in the cheek of every mother, that mourn and
cried, may a thousand flowers grown in the oasis of love among
our brethen who shade their blood in the dawn of forgiveness
be given mercy and peace
the tears of our beloved someone, heal our wounds of our broken
hearts, its the experience of the past, that will leads us to see and
feel the wisdom of tomorrow, for the future is certain to come and
today is time to heal
let not our dreams of happiness linger only in our minds, tasteless
to feel, in our generation to come, the joy it gives, is a heart that
forgive, may the wisdom of the prophet lives in our mist, for what is
given is to be shared to others
life is so special to live, even the angels and saints in the heaven
witness the beautiful gift of creation, not in the mighty deeds each
one is judge, but to what a profane created being can share in every
man's life has received
it is not the solid and high barriers of walls, that divert vengeance,
nor the conventional tactics of warfare that stop my anger, not
even the sophesticated arsenal of hardware can ease your pain,
lead me not to the path of chaos, its not on your glory that you
have seen mercy in your enemy
as a dream of moment to come, is a blessing of God, the
passion that was promise is everyone to be shared, it is a
covenant to be fulfilled that everyone is part of this wonderful
creation, let not all stones be shaken of fear, for i the Lord
thy God promise joy and peace, among my people
my love, stand and lives with you, till the end of time, even
the sting of death can't stop my promise, I am who I am the
Lord of Abraham, the Father of Jesus and the most Gracious
Provider Allah, will love you through out Eternity
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Death Is My Companion
(4/3/12)
Where do we go from here? When death is very near.
Is there another plateau we must climb
Before we reach the end of the line.
Death is just a resting place - a rest stop if you must!
You will not be afraid if in GOD you put your trust.
Death is my companion - he holds my hand
Death is my companion - he understands.
Known as the angel of death, the grim reaper
Of this temporary life he is the keeper.
In his clutches you'll be for a short spell
Till they decide if you're going to heaven or hell.
This is a rest stop where you take a break
Till they decide what is your fate.
So while I am on this plateau
There is no where that I will go.
Where do we go from here?
Your guess is as good as mine
As long as I'm not here until the ends of time.
This must be purgatory that I hear so much about
Maybe this is where we can turn our lives about.
Death! I know you're my companion
And we have walked hand in hand
But there is something I think you should understand
There are things on this earth that I must do
And until I finish them, my life on earth is not through.
I put my faith in GOD that he will show me the way
And from that road, I know I will not stray.
poem by Louis Rams
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Breath of Death
Death is not death-
It is life without breath.
Life on earth is life that is blind-
Blinded by stress and the curse of time…
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride.
The cold breathe of death actually guilds-
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides…
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine.
Yes, this death is death indeed
A death of pain and an unheard plead.
However death is not death-
Only life without breath.
poem by Brad Lomeli
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Life After Death
(ian hunter)
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Do you stop take another roller coaster ride
Do I beg, steal, cheat or lie? oh my is there life after death?
Oh I wish Id never smoked so much
I wish Id never felt the devils touch
All that passes through my eyes so fast. oh my.
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Its such a sad sad song
Mother nature aint never wrong
She always tells you when youre getting on
Oh my, is there life after death?
I can hardly wait to see my face
Will I still have one in a different place
Oh youll forgive me if I hesitate, but oh my
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is it any wonder, I feel just a little bit under
I hear choirs filled with fenders say return to sender
Jumping information, Ive got hyperventilation
Will it help me if I walk the streets
I gotta get down search around here dragged by my feet
Oh no I never knew those (? )
Im gonna shake it, shake it, shake it, is there life after death
I cant remember when I felt so sick and rough
And now theyre gonna legalise the stuff
It sure tells you when youve had enough, off the cuff
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe,
Ive run out of breath.
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part III: Gods And False Gods: LXXVII
WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN?
Oh who would live again to suffer loss?
Once in my youth I battled with my fate,
Grudging my days to death. I would have won
A place by violence beneath the sun.
I took my pleasures madly as by force,
Even the air of heaven was a prize.
I stood a plunderer at death's very gate,
And all the lands of life I did o'errun
With sack and pillage. Then I scorned to die,
Save as a conqueror. The treasuries
Of love I ransacked; pity, pride and hate.
All that can make hearts beat or brim men's eyes
With living tears I took as robes to wear.
--But see, now time has struck me on the hip.
I cannot hate nor love. My senses are
Struck silent with the silence of my lip.
No courage kindles in my heart to dare,
No strength to do. The world's last phantoms slip
Out of my grasp, and naught is left but pain.
Love, life, vain strength!--Oh who would live again?
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Six Six Six Revealed (repeating cycle) (Jul 7th,2004)
(one)
Love brings war
Love breeds hate
Love births peace
Love begats death
Love blossoms life
(two)
Life blossoms love
Life begats death
Life breeds hate
Life brings war
life births peace
(three)
Peace births life
Peace brings war
Peace begats death
Peace blossoms love
Peace breeds hate
(four)
Hate breeds peace
Hate brings love
Hate births war
Hate blossoms life
Hate begats death
(five)
Death begats hate
Death breeds life
Death blossoms love
Death brings peace
Death births war
(six)
War births death
War begats peace
War blossoms life
War breeds hate
War brings love
Misconstrued
never ending or beginning
One last bringing of war
Begatting death of the cycle
Blossoming life as it is meant to be
Bringing cataclysmic profound love
Birthing true peace and tranquility
poem by Nicholas McDonough
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The Holy Virgin
The Holy Virgin
The time has…has come the time of death,
The death of my life, death of my breath,
Death of all but one…death of one but all,
Yet into the void for death I shall call.
It is near but death itself is nearer,
For all those who shall not be cheerer,
Death was the love I called upon into the world,
It was love that trembled as my death built a new world.
A new world with one less,
A new world with a greater mess,
For death of one is death of all,
Still into the void, My love for death I shall call.
‘Cause there is none like death
And none like death can take my breath.
For I was me and me alone,
And I was mine and mine own.
‘Cause there is none like me-
None as different…and not one so free.
Death was all I had ever known,
From when I as a seed into the earth was sown,
To the skies I reached out yet grew not,
Higher than all I was yet was so merely short.
I knew not what I wanted,
But I knew that what I was gifted,
But I knew not what I had to do,
But I knew very well what to do.
Behind bars I had threw mine soul and heart,
But not my mind which was my delicate art,
‘Cause that was all I had,
It was merry yet sad,
‘Cause I was far from all, I severed myself,
Yet my love was not for myself,
Unfathomable was my love for love,
Yet I hid it all up in a cove.
But I did what I did,
For I was me and not some other silly did.
I told them not when they told I was wrong;
When they told I was bad I told I was wrong,
For I knew my action,
Yet lost was the proper reaction.
Sins were mine, sins to all,
Sins were mine but mine sins not all.
Robbed by death I was of all but one,
One was my mind- the special one.
For my mind was mine and mine alone,
Amidst all it sparkled and shone,
For death touched it not as what it was it knew not,
Yet of that it never forgot,
For it was the only that was beleft,
When death made love to earth and none was left,
Because when all was gone,
Left was the different one,
When gone was the origin,
Left behind was my mind – The Holy Virgin.
JamesGreen…
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Mitt Romney = I Love Being Loved By You
My life overflows with happiness
As my favorite dreams come true.
My days and nights are magical
Because of everything you do.
You stand by me as troubles occur
And listen to my worries and fears.
You share my burdens and my joys
With faith, compassion and tears.
God's gift to man is someone to love
Which can be both splendid and rare.
Throughout life there's nothing better
Then those who will love us and care.
There's the past, present, future, and beyond
Which will test our measure by what we say and do
Too many overlook the thrill of now
But not I, "for I love being loved by you."
SO DEAR TO MY HEART
So dear to my heart are my loved ones at home
As I toss and I turn in my bunk all alone.
Everyday I see death, hate and corruption
Combat is God's proof of man's malfunction
For family, comrades and myself I pray
To my love with this poem I wish to convey.
I knew I loved you though never how much
Till by war, I'm forced beyond your touch.
Where violence thrives, there's the stench of death
With the taste of fear on every breath.
Who shall prevail, who shall die?
As the sadistic kill beneath God's sky.
Baghdad has become man's highway to hell
Where the hearts of darkness are alive and well
I count each day till it's time to come home
And be with my love and never alone.
DADS AT WAR
Where would I be without you dad
My hero of night and day?
I'm so glad you love my mother
And think of us when you pray.
The last time we had Christmas
You reached for me with your hand.
I looked at you, then made a wish
That I might be just half the man.
I love my father of earth,
And I love my Father of Heaven.
It's a lot for me to love, you know
For I'm only eleven.
Mom and I sure miss you
Since you left to defend our flag.
When others ask, where is your dad
I can't help but boast and brag.
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Shes Back.....
I cant wait till death has comes
in this dark evening
i cut a vein, my razor sharp as ever
i cant wait for death to come
alone in this world
should i write my suicide note?
but no, no one will read it
i am just a person not special
my life is nothing
i cat wait to die
besides who will stop me
i am nothing
i slit my wrist
as these tears come
i am back to my old self
i thought there was no love for me and
now you have proven me love cause more
pain in life, that love a second form of suicide.....
poem by Aurora Lockwood
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Mummy Wheat
LAID close to Death, these many thousand years,
In this small seed Life hid herself and smiled;
So well she hid, Death was at least beguiled,
Set free the grain--and lo! the sevenfold ears!
Warmed by the sun, wooed by the wind's soft word,
Under blue canopy they hold their state:
For this, ah, was it not worth while to wait
Through all the centuries of hope deferred?
What could they know who laid the seed with Death
Of this Divine fruition fixed and planned?
Love--since Life parts us--lend my hand your hand
And look with me into the eyes of faith.
For here between your hand and mine there lies
A little seed we trust to Death to keep
Through unimagined centuries of sleep
Until the day when Life shall bid it rise.
Our harvest waits us. Who knows where or how,
What worlds away, wrapped in what coil of pain?
But Life shall bid us pluck gold sevenfold grain
Grown from the love she bids us bury now.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Freedom from strife
Rivers of molten lava
Fresh hot salty tears
Lay to rest my worries
A mountain of dead fish
Kill all the prejudice
Lie your way through my trust
Battle all the bad
The goods already gone
Claim all the glory
Watch as your life dies
New anxiety a gruesome life
Try to speak out
Silenced by family
What are they for anyway?
Love like no other
Face the bleak slur of our kind
Try to find peace
In this chaotic hell
Live like me
Watch the slander, roll off my back
Crave affection off the dead souls
Wandering the plains after death
Envy those who rest in peace
Hate those who make this life torture
Yearn for life to stop
Cry for the pain to end
Laugh at those who hide their suffering
Desire after that last breath
Spit at those who think you’re weak
Let’s see them do better
Forsaken life
For only in death do we find freedom from strife
poem by Nicky Turner
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Truth Of Life!
Oh! The great death, the grand gift of life
Knows not the young or old, rich or poor
Visits all, acts as double edged knife
Can take the body, soul never!
None desires death, but that death spares none
For the good or bad, read or unread
Death brings pain and grief, sure gives not fun
None on earth wants death, that comes unsaid!
Man with wealth ever in fear of death
Men sans wealth with love for kith and kin
All in constant fear and worry
Over death none has control any!
Truth of life is certainty of death
Do thy duty, face death bold on earth!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Death...
In the darkness alone I sit and wait,
All that is around me I do not see.
A chilling wind blows across my soul,
Empty eyes fill with oceans of tears.
Kneeling down to stand up falling,
I filter through my hopes and dreams.
A motionless marathon of thought,
For we are all death living life daily.
Baptised in darkness, rested and reborn,
Our dreams and realities intertwined.
Death beckons through the quiet night,
A never ending infinite journey through time.
There's no dignity in death no rhyme or reason,
Yet death comes for us all without prejudice.
To fear death is to invite it to consume you,
So live each day to laugh in deaths unknown face...
Spread the dreams... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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What Is Pain
What is pain but rejoice leading towards death, we live our lives, some good, some bad, troubled times, and untroubled past, we live and love, we love and live, but for some of us, we may live to love, but we dont love to live, some of us, misjudged by fate, unrightly charged, unrightful hate, some of us, we flow with time, some of us, we get bound by it, some of us we live life to its fullest, the rest of us, live life to its darkest... few of us survive, thrust into darkness we live, never to see light again, not because we hate the light, but because the light hates us, with few of us remaining, were forced to live on.... but some of us that remain, wish to die on, we live in this place, shadowed from light, in our dark shells we are safe, but sometimes someone dares to pierce us with their light, for moments we rejoice in the love of the warmth, but moments later the truth is revieled, always given a taste of the light, but never able to swallow, never able to keep it inside, we weep with the darkness, cast out by the light, we hate the light... for it pierces our night....
poem by Cameron Kalka
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To Lend
To Lend
Don’t you know
People need people
Amen
To lend an ear,
To listen, to hear
About what’s special and dear
Or full of fear
People need people
Amen
With a message to send
People need to lend a hand
To help us all accomplish God’s plan
Sharing life with someone special
Walking hand in hand
On the beach in the sand
People need people
Amen
To lend themselves as a friend
To another as a sister or brother
A father
A mother
To lend
Don’t you know
People need people
Amen
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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If We Could Love
If we could love
If you could love even for a day, then your life would be happy and gay. For love has no boundaries and no walls blocking what you feel
for the love in your heart is the love that is real.
Give of yourself like you’ve never given before
and the feelings will last forever more.
let the love boil like water in a pot
till it boils over and never stops.
It’s like the ocean with a bottom that you never see
and a top which is as wide as can be.
Look into your own heart and search the feelings out
for this is what life is all about.
We live one life in this world
and we try to live it to the best that we can
And it matters not if you’re a woman or a man.
This emotion is the greatest thing
that you could ever imagine
Because it builds up from the bottom of your stomach
and climbs up to your head
a beautiful feeling that you can never dread.
you’ve searched all your life for that special feeling
not knowing that it was staring you in the face
and it’s not like a gift that’s wrapped up in ribbons and lace.
Look into the eyes of the one that you love
for the eyes will tell you that it’s coming from above.
This is the most beautiful gift that any person can receive, and when
It is shared with people that you may not even know.
Then it is a blessing that GOD did bestow.
The greatest gift that GOD is giving
is love which makes life worth living.
poem by Louis Rams
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