Dedpoet,
Eulogy given in the third person
In the third degree,

        Burn....

You were ideal and even convenient,
Sweet liar,
A movement unto your stillness.  
     I'll  see you never nowhere
Which is where the whispers echo,
     I am here DedOne....
Feel nothing as I speak no more,
Writ life in actions
Preserving a poem's noun,
     Verbiage of time taking
toll on you,
     You died a thousand times
And your sonnet never bloomed.
      Deep thinker,
Martyr of words,
He'll hath no fury like time
off a cycle,
And  I am here,
    Only God can stop me.

I Am because I choose to be,
Dedpoet alphabetical madman
    Analyser of life in the stillness of your mind,
    The occasional poetical
Token on superfluous spectrums,
You only spoke HELLO....
But poetry was the effect,
I want to live Cause!
And you were space in an
        Stuttering
    On broken moons,
You lived on a paper boats
And had that sinking feeling.

For The Poet,
Words on fire on a slab of jade,
Fool,
The fire was inside you,
Burning the yearn for
The quivering touch of
Her arched back as the fluid moon
Light kissed her curve...
Shone in the darkest sunrise,
      In the dark was always the light,
I am reborn,
R.I.P. Dedpoet,

I drop my penn like the Mic,
Undertones,
And I Live the poem,
Beast of the acrylic void filled
with hunger,
Passion,
Vigor....

Life has just begun.