Luckily, I have had limited experience with the subject of death... I have only really KNOWN 1 or 2 people who have died... and that was quite enough for me! Despite that limited experience, I believe I have a pretty good grasp on the ideas and theories surrounding the subject. I, because I know with a surety where I am going when I die, am not afraid of death... I am afraid of pain and losing someone. Pain because I'm pretty sure I will feel pain when I die, and losing someone because although I know where I will be going... Not everyone is so sure! Anyway... Here are some of my poems on this subject:
No Life With Out Death
Life can go by so fast sometimes,
You forget just how easily it can be taken away.
Then, suddenly you’re faced with life’s crimes
And you can’t hold fragility at bay.
When you’re faced with the thin line
That stands between you and the next world;
How one moment in time
Can send you to the next, it’s a truth you can’t ignore.
The cruelty can astonish you,
As the world continues on
Even as one suffers and there’s nothing you can do,
To prevent the wrong.
It’s the wheel, the natural order of things
For the circle to go from life to death,
Continually circling in rings.
For, there is no life with out death.
And no matter how devastating
It may seem…
Its how God planned it to be.
It all eventually leads to something,
Something better that we can’t see.
Gone to Paradise
Gently rolling thunder in the distance
bids me farewell.
Leaving me bereft,
empty as a shell.
My heart utters a cry,
So sad and lonely
filled to the brim with melancholy.
I look up into the sky
and see that the storm has gone,
so has my thundering companion.
Yet the gray clouds still cling to me,
left over from the raining funeral,
threatening to suck the joy from my heart.
Where is the horizon?
the bright sun?
Crying in the night!
pretending in the day!
Pretending, always pretending that there might,
just might be a way...
Away to turn this dreary, everlasting December
into a beautiful, flowering MAY.
He's left to paradise, that final frontier.
Leaving me behind, crying and sad.
But just when all seems lost,
I can hear...
The thunder on the wind!
A Lonely Red Rose
A single, lonely red rose is laid gently
upon a new grave.
It lies there,
strikingly bright against the newly turned soil.
Tears well up in your eyes because
you want to say so much...
Yet you can only choke out a sob.
And you know you must leave soon,
else you shall
burst int o tears for your loss.
But you stand immobilized,
your mind is in a panic...
And so you ask the Almighty,
that ever-present question,
"Why?"
You do nut hear a booming voice,
choir of angels,
or even any trumpets
You get, instead, a feeling.
A feeling of peace.
For now you know that all those people
who tried to help while mumbling those
ever-used and remembered words... were right!
He IS in a better place, It WAS his time to go,
He WAS no longer in pain!
He WAS happy in another world!
And with this slow, whispered revelation...
you sigh and turn to leave.
Leaving behind you
that red rose on a new grave.
No Life With Out Death
Life can go by so fast sometimes,
You forget just how easily it can be taken away.
Then, suddenly you’re faced with life’s crimes
And you can’t hold fragility at bay.
When you’re faced with the thin line
That stands between you and the next world;
How one moment in time
Can send you to the next, it’s a truth you can’t ignore.
The cruelty can astonish you,
As the world continues on
Even as one suffers and there’s nothing you can do,
To prevent the wrong.
It’s the wheel, the natural order of things
For the circle to go from life to death,
Continually circling in rings.
For, there is no life with out death.
And no matter how devastating
It may seem…
Its how God planned it to be.
It all eventually leads to something,
Something better that we can’t see.
Gone to Paradise
Gently rolling thunder in the distance
bids me farewell.
Leaving me bereft,
empty as a shell.
My heart utters a cry,
So sad and lonely
filled to the brim with melancholy.
I look up into the sky
and see that the storm has gone,
so has my thundering companion.
Yet the gray clouds still cling to me,
left over from the raining funeral,
threatening to suck the joy from my heart.
Where is the horizon?
the bright sun?
Crying in the night!
pretending in the day!
Pretending, always pretending that there might,
just might be a way...
Away to turn this dreary, everlasting December
into a beautiful, flowering MAY.
He's left to paradise, that final frontier.
Leaving me behind, crying and sad.
But just when all seems lost,
I can hear...
The thunder on the wind!
A Lonely Red Rose
A single, lonely red rose is laid gently
upon a new grave.
It lies there,
strikingly bright against the newly turned soil.
Tears well up in your eyes because
you want to say so much...
Yet you can only choke out a sob.
And you know you must leave soon,
else you shall
burst int o tears for your loss.
But you stand immobilized,
your mind is in a panic...
And so you ask the Almighty,
that ever-present question,
"Why?"
You do nut hear a booming voice,
choir of angels,
or even any trumpets
You get, instead, a feeling.
A feeling of peace.
For now you know that all those people
who tried to help while mumbling those
ever-used and remembered words... were right!
He IS in a better place, It WAS his time to go,
He WAS no longer in pain!
He WAS happy in another world!
And with this slow, whispered revelation...
you sigh and turn to leave.
Leaving behind you
that red rose on a new grave.
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