i.

Ernesto L. Gonzales
Aka "DedPoet";
A prayer up to heaven
As the angel's awaiteth and knoweth.

ii.

Thou hath blessed us all
With thy beauty and difference;
Not like the rest, one of the great's, the best
A man, a king, an angel amongst the innocent.

iii.

This is not thine death
This is thy new birth;
Put thy faith in god, not creature's nor human facade's
For seraph's and cherub's awaiteth thee,in the creator's church.

iv.

This is for thee, one of mine dearest supporter's
Thou art a friend, though didst not talk much;
I still felt thine pen, thine hand of gratitude
Thine family is blessed, to hath known a being of beatitude.

v.

Thy word's shalt liveth on, thither the great paradise
Thou shalt not be forgotten, thou art worth more in ourn eye's;
As thy life, is not worth material money nor gem's
Thy life is priceless, because it's from God, awaiting thee friend.

vi.

Ernesto L. Gonzales, a Godsend to Hellopoetry
Ernesto L. Gonzales, half divine messenger, part mortal breed;
Ernesto L. Gonzales, I thanketh thee for all thou hath done
Ernesto L. Gonzales, Jehovah's eternal poet, a chosen one.




May god bless you and your family ernesto, as remember poet friend Ernest, what a doctor said isn't always a death sentence, only Christ and god the father is your doctor, Christ heals ernesto all!!! Though if he does take you friend, may your soul rest in heaven, may the angel's bless you on your journey, and may you continue to speak your poetry in soul and spirit form,
May God bless you dedpoet, and have faith,
Your friend.
Brandon Cory Nagley...

©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Ernesto L. Gonzales[aka DedPoet) dedication

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.

A normal man
Wilt sayeth a simple goodbye, on his deathbed;
A poetic man wilt recite
Poetry in his dying breathe's


©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©DEDPOET DEDICATION

self made.

his own self-summary,
DedPoet

what?

no DNA, parenting, cells coded
making us predestined to be
exactly who we are?
no environmental pressures?

ha. yep.

crossed and resurrected

afraid, ashamed, ashes
re-birthed from his memories

neither
your average God or Phoenix

but a
self made,
a re-made man

there is no reason
to say more

except
to quote his own
self-reflection


(Heart mirroring heart)

Wellspring of memory
Fountains of life's water,
Crossroads of storms

(Echoes of waterfall)

Mirrors mirroring
Reflecting reflections
Remembering well

(The times of one's life)


responsum to
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1208453/ode-to-reflection/

DedPoet stated that none of his writing made it into paper
To celebrate his life and contribution to life
I propose a proposition
That we should gather his works and try to get it published somewhere.
It would make his legacy permanent
Everybody deserves some time of legacy when they dedicate themselves to something.

that DedPoet must be sitting in the Sun
kicking his heels in the dust
drinking a cold beer
and scribbling his best
I hope this is Earthbound
and not a premonition
the dust in his throat quenched
and no flag blue or red in the back pocket
of a young Gangsta
has took away this poet with a bullet