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Jun 2017 Sisilia

Willy Shakysphere

When my time passes
And there’s no breath left in me,
Take my ashes to the oceans
And set my spirit free.
There I can rejoin my friends
There I will not be alone.
There I can make my amends
There I won’t be unknown.

Far too much blood spilled onto this planet
Makes its way to the sea.
The raining of blood by droplet
Rejoining there finally.

Don’t leave me in the cold, cold ground.
No – No imprisoned tomb for me.
Let the waves be my stone bound
An anxious tide, my cemetery.

There I can float on endless waves
A moving monument to see.
And if you leave a tear on my grave
I can float it away with me…

I have never understood the fascination with burials. At some point we need to grow up and realize why burying a person ever started. Think about it. The answer is staring you right between your eyes. Still don't know? What is between your eyes? Urggg. Your nose silly...

#deasth #burial #cremation #tombstone

May 2017 Sisilia

I catch glimpses

May 2017 Sisilia

nivek

I catch glimpses

i catch glimpses of myself hiding behind a wall of memories
was that really who I was is a conundrum I fail to solve
so I watch my past unfold in a place in my mind i thought had died
so long long ago that it all seems like make believe cartoons I made up just to make myself shudder and laugh and cry and cringe and cry again
thankful that after an eternity I come back to my senses and decide to leave off the self berating and accept I really did move on and they are just memories after all and no amount of analysis will change a thing.

May 2017 Sisilia

i

May 2017 Sisilia

chris

i

"your eyes"
"they look different"
"they look empty"

May 2017 Sisilia

Untitled

May 2017 Sisilia

Eddie Starr Love Poetry

Untitled

Has the sky fallen yet.  has the seas dry up.

Has the birds quit singing their songs

Has the roses quit growing on the earth

Has the lions quit their roaring here.

Has anything in nature quit doing what God made

Then my friend how can God be dead.

Are you an imaginary person to me here.

Am I real, as long as God lives then I am real

For he is truly in control  today and tomorrow

May 2017 Sisilia

That one star under the rafter

May 2017 Sisilia

r

That one star under the rafter

I saw a girl in a wheelchair on her porch
and wasps were swarming in the cornice

She had just washed her hair
taken it down and combed it

She could see
just like me

That one star under the rafter
shining like a knife in the creek

She was thin as the hereafter
and made me think

Of music singing to itself
like someone putting a violin in a case

And walking off with a stranger
to lie down and drink in the dark by the lake.

May 2017 Sisilia

To Be A Temptation

May 2017 Sisilia

Love

To Be A Temptation

To the ******* a diet, temptation is a cupcake.
To the recovering alcoholic, temptation is a cold one.
To the gay girl trying not to be gay, temptation comes in the form of a red head with freckles.
To the red head with freckles, temptation is the girl with the Jesus tattoo and piercings.

I am no cupcake. I am the devil personified. Perhaps a demon in her eyes.
I am her temptation and its a nasty place to be.

I think I'd just rather be a cupcake.