Our wealth an unfaithful wife, she's sooner gone when perils knock.
A bridegroom to poverty you may find yourself. A glutton, not a meal will she spare. Our vessels, dust that longs for dust, in daily decay. Our habitats, pedestrians in paths of typhoons and waves. Our families, cups of bliss, a well of dismay. We dull the mind in sewers, with each sip an illusion of joy resumes, as sorrows sleep. A well of eternal bliss longed for having rejected The Owner. The springs of life freely flows but sewers we have preferred. The spring of life flows freely the invite has been shared.
Running for his life,
In the dead of night, Was a young fair guy, Strong and in his prime. The young mans ex wife, Chased him with a knife, Stabbed him nineteen times, And made him blind. He stumbled and fell, Into a large well, Which lead him to hell, Where the unsaved dwell. Confused and afraid, He fell down and prayed, To Christ for a way, Out of the bad place. But Christ ignored Dave, For he was unsaved, And spent all his days, Rejecting Gods grace
Winter light eats the wide hill
ever barer, buzzards hover over the headstones in the fertile soil which for centuries bore olive trees The souls are elsewhere, where Israel takes them, the remains perish in black cloths, to be the first people to enter the new world on the day the gate of mercy opens That is what the dead have lived and fought for, for that they have won against the god of war they have conquered the city, with the source that breaks out of the earth Jerusalem, where I suffer from divided togetherness Will children of my grandchildren collect their bones, honour them and grow olives here again with sky-high twigs of peace?
Mount of Olives, Jerusalem
Isra-El = Azra-El, the angel of death, who collects the souls of the deceased God of war: Shalem, after whom Jerusalem is named; today Jerusalem presents itself as the "City of Peace" Collection "Short Sermons" #50
The bright ray of the sun
enters through our window landed directly at your face unveiling a beauty that captured my eyes as you slowly wake up from your slumber I get to catch a glimpse of what I'll wake up to for the next days of my life and what my arms will embrace when darkness falls upon us. You, my love a chunk of the endless afterlives I'll take where my soul wanders the plain and search even for a hint of your existence. My body, like a built in memory foam that remembers every corners you placed your flesh onto and hoping for you to arrive ready for a home that only craves for you. Grant me a wish, Oh God divine and true for the lover I swear to love, To have and to hold, I wish for a road that in every after life we'll face, no matter how long it'll take, how rough it'll be, she'll find me on that road waiting for me to hold her once more
Death awaits all
Fortunately, It is not the end But a transition to A faraway place And the beginning Of another life; A better one
Oh what a place of hope and of no pain
Perfect skies with no rain Of endless happiness No tears or even darkness For nothing loved is ever lost, broken or sad I am happy here, knowing that I made you glad I will still remember in the lifetime we had Doing life together, embracing both the good and bad Though I could live and love in many past lives Yet you were the only one I love and is truly mine I will hold you dearly not only in our earthly life, But also here in the afterlife I’ll be watching you from a distance Still loving you so relentless Being with you in every instance Hoping you’ll feel my love and presence ‘Til I wait for you here in paradise Seek my shining angel light Though I may have been taken away from you that night God brought me home, resting by his side
Some days i cannot help but question my faith,
And ponder if the bible is true or fake. Is Christ the saviour truly the only way, Or a liar who never rose from the grave? Perhaps Yahweh is just a man-made diety, Made up to decieve broken spirits like me. Yes what I uttered is considered blasphemy, But all Christians hath doubts occasionally.
I took to the shore my final day
my final few hours the Sun was low and the breeze had a coolness though it was blistering hot earlier I was watching an osprey returning from the ocean a sizeable fish in it's claws the beach was sparse this late I relaxed and enjoyed the sounds and sheer beauty of the Outer Banks from my left I heard a light gasp that startled me as I hadn't noticed her approaching she spotted a lettered olive as the sea gently lapped the shore it was rolling back towards the next wave but she managed to grab it just in time a look of delight crossed her face glowing like the Sun itself 'Nice find' I said 'those are tough to come by in that condition' 'they are my favorite' her eyes sparkled blue and her auburn air tied in a bobble hung far down her back 'nice to meet someone who still appreciates the beauty of a sea shell' I was hoping for a name but one didn't come instead, she looked up sent a gaze that ignited not shivers but an energy down my spine 'If only everyone knew the beauty that lives here It's nice to meet another who sees as well' I started to respond, but she turned and continued down the beach her white kimono lightly lapping with the ocean breeze appeared to be from a time past I turned my attention briefly to a group of pelicans playing 'follow the leader' just above the waves I could not let her go I gathered enough courage to continue this chance meeting but when I turned, she had disappeared impossible we are no less than 50 yards from the path off the beach I just saw her less than 30 seconds... I called out...but felt foolish I tried to gather my thoughts a light voice...or thought came as the breeze quieted my name is Eve... I walked the shoreline until it became too dark to stay bewildered...I bid goodbye to the ocean and turned to leave something caught my eye in the sand amongst the thousands of shells on display there lay a beautiful, perfect lettered olive I will hold onto this one
just left the beach...always prompts a story
don't forget to keep breathing cradle-rock your heart soothe your ribs don't forget to breathe 2) the cold is natural bundle up now you can always shed your skin when the sky turns 3) don't linger in the places you once Were keep moving else your blood settle 4) late night parking decks hotel rooftops yourSelf a whisper honeysuckle blooms through concrete wounds 5) don't think about waking ripping out of your body clawing through the coffin and up and up your gravesite is spotless still 6) dream cool rich earth lilies and lavender whisper rustle of leaves dream 7) dream heavy water lake mud and rock **** desperate silence dream 8) dream hunger Hunger H u n g e r dream 9) dream slow opening granite doors and damp moss spaces between absent heartbeats wake 10) the hollow is natural the brain craves familiarity the phantom mirrors the physical the hunger will fade for a time 11) when eating cherries don't forget to imagine a tongue 12) remorse with me may the living one day bestow our graves with offerings we starve in silence 13) hollowing may beget holiness but it doesn't denote such divinity must be earned few buildings have managed 14) you can almost smell his skin stomach rising and falling best not to dwell his life is no longer yours 15) phantom petal flesh teeth and thrush rosethorn oleander s e e p ing black curses and sinking forest rot deep soil 16) do not follow when the wind asks your counsel when the moon thorn buds when the night screams bruiseblueblack do not seek the woods alone 17) don't dwell it's natural to feel exposed keeping space beside you will only make missing them worse 18) let the ceiling fall it is beyond your power stars make fairy lights through the frame of branches as it should be 19) Death is a story keeper an archivist a library of everything from the first atoms to the last sparks 20) don't worry the house hasn't moved since you last saw it though the tree seems closer 21) press yourself into the size of a fist wrap clockwise around his heart cherish the fleeting creature 22) there is always my s p a c e left in the bed when I come home to haunt 23) there is My space left in the house when I come Home to Haunt!!!a Zombie 24) missed exit streetlights smeared by rain vacant hotels liminality made nostalgia 25) tracing paper kisses early spring thaw did I melt away too 26) isn't is strange your shadow doubles film printed over film light runs through you heat waves off pavement 27) time will slip off you don't cling to it you'd have better luck holding the sun time is beyond you now 28) the hunger doesn’t fade it twists itself into sickness an unfillable void 29) let your heart fill with paint and dust like the nail holes in plaster last remains smoothed over 30) there is no place for you here why do you insist on lingering 31) this house is a heart you are a phantom gunshot 32) do you remember a sharp pain where your lungs should be the pressure of blood stagnant 33) molars, incisors, canines rigid and Real against the memory of your tongue a sharpness drawing blood staining the sidewalk beneath your false feet 34) your body is wet rot and beetles a collection of rooms teeth and stomach and hollowing all disarticulated a knife in a box 35) sunlight breaking dust layers the curtains wave lazily someone has tracked mud through the halls a splintered attic door hangs off its hinges the air tastes green 36) when you finally become hollowed the space between houses the space between ribs the space between teeth the light that pours out you will be made holy in your Own image 37) thick ozone at the back of your throat rainless thunder rolls the old piano shuffles untouched a discordant funeral keen the air ignites 38) elevator doors close open close stale cigarettes and cleaning chemicals fluorescent buzzing vacant sobs in an airy tomb of concrete 39) parking decks remain a kind of home base for those of us lacking liminality every one is the same and as such becomes intimately familiar no matter how far it means you are from home 40) how many eyes are you supposed to have what about teeth count them in the mirror again again Again 41) beauty is in the eye gnashing teeth silent weeping love lies not in the heart nor head but in the stomach 42) skin peels back muscles made of embroidery thread birch bones bleeding indigo flesh transmuted 43) you move through the world as it moves through you silently creeping swirls of smoke and fog filling up to your sternum 44) wander for a time everything will be unfamiliar on your journey and return to a stranger’s home 45) dust to dust and ashes to ashes your headstone crumbles your bones are meal the world in which you haunt will one day be far removed from your own 46) study the web the winding and stretching of gossamer collapsed in on itself clustered with dew 47) study the shell the crests and smooths hard as bone fragile against your fingers an inner matrix of holes 48) study the nest the braiding weaves of branch and thread fractured to one side feathers slip asunder 49) study the desk the crags and slopes of precarious inkstaining spilling frozen towards the floor fine filtering of dust 50) remember what Precisely is a Haunted house 51) Congratulations on Completing Part I of Your Introduction Handbook Please Continue onto Part II 52) fallow hearts sewn full of seed bones with the crack and bend of trees pressed petal flesh bruiseblack at the knees when building a new body don't forget what it needs 53) liminality is a current riptide in some places burble in others watch for waterfalls death doesn’t mean you're a strong swimmer 54) builders write messages on the innermost workings of their buildings behind the plaster disintegrating and the wallpaper peeling a belly button a birthmark 55) when the moon calls your name listen when the raven screeches warning heed when the voices of a house offer deals Run 56) kitten-footed fog follow it through the tall thin trees until you see lights then follow it home 57) tell me about humanity does it hurt you is it heavy to bear or is it just breathing one foot in front of the other a faded photograph 58) rivers slip blue through the land like veins cornflower and cobalt cold tissue paper flesh 59) missed connection you left flowers three graves down I was in white under the maple tree 60) missed connection you look so lovely in blue I'm right here just turn around 61) missed connection every sunday you walk bakery library home florist cemetery you talk to yourself I always answer 62) missed connection you talk in your sleep do you sense I'm there deep in your bones do you know you'll never be alone again 63) missed connection I smashed a plate and spent all night playing in your wires can you feel me now in the light bulbs humming 64) missed connection you haven't spoken since it's so silent I could be heard I'm sleeping in the walls singing for you 65) missed connection you were up all night researching the supernatural I'm right here just see me 66) missed connection sunday you started talking to me we took a new walk library shopping district cemetery home notes and candles and blacksalt a rubbing of my gravestone 67) missed connection nothing we tried worked you still can't see me you can just hear my humming in the power sockets my singing in the walls 68) missed connection I wrote you a letter with leaves under your staircase you swept them without noticing singing one of my songs 69) missed connection you found a picture of me framed it sometimes you leave letters my name on the front hidden in the table drawer 70) missed connection I tried writing on glass panes whispering in your ears you tried spirit boards seances and divination I'll never stop as long as you live 71) missed connection you stopped leaving letters sunday walks abandoned for living friends I shorted out the tv you don't come home much anymore 72) missed connection you started driving to nowhere I tucked myself between the back seats you locked eyes with me through oncoming headlights 73 missed connection I broke every mirror ran screaming through the wires the curtains are catching fire can you still feel me do you still know I'm here 74) missed connection you look so lovely in black just turn around please turn around I'm right here always
a long-form poem about being a ghost