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Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I'm in a thousand winds that blow,
I'm in the softly falling snow.
I'm the gentle showers of rain,
I'm the fields of ripening grain.
I'm in the morning hush,
I'm in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I'm the starshine of the night.
I'm in the flowers that bloom,
I'm in a quiet room.
I'm in the birds that sing,
I'm in each and every lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Poetry In Motion
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D'Angelo Jul 2019
Once the sky darkens and
when the world sleeps...
let's fly.

You're not awake to see it but I'm truly a spectacle. When the darkness covers the sky and moonlight cascades what's below, you're missing an anomaly. You're gonna miss my flight. Dodging the trees and hunting the prizes that hide in incognito, meanwhile I'm just coasting. No pressure. No pressure. I'm still surviving. I'm still flying.

Earth awakens with the sun
and I bloom from beneath the shadows
gallantly roaming the blue
looking down at where I once was
eager to stay up.

Regardless of will or reluctance, you pay your respects to what soars above. You know I'll thrive from your revere, or lack thereof. The dominance remains. Along side the clouds I'll reign. No pressure. No pressure. I'm still thriving, I'm still flying.

Confident.
Regal.
Alluring.
Naked.
Endearing.

Beauty is one thing but this one is stunning. It's majesty and it's charm are really something. Simply poetry in flight. Sailing the skies, scaling these heights. As fresh as the air, it's refreshing to stare. He's his best when he's up there. No pressure. No pressure. I'm now gliding. This is flying.

This is a tribute to
The Owl, The Eagle, The Crane.
The Thinker, The Strong, The Triumph.
This is a tribute to
The little Bahamian boy.

This is a tribute to me.
eric calabrese Jun 2019
I just want to make this clear and change their perspective,
I'm not perfect
I make mistakes
but I always try to correct them
Push forward
Never forget them
my mother told me
I was an accident so a
mistake turned into a blessing
i used to wish I could be less human
For years I ran away from my reflection but lifes a full circle
so it's you I ended up pursuing sometimes my rhymes maybe confusing so translation
I ended up being the same man i went to school with
I'm not perfect
but at first I wanted to be
Now i strive to just be a better me
Sometimes it's important to remember being human and making mistakes is all about the process of growth.
k Nov 2018
and he speaks
of nothingness
as it is
the sweetest kind
of something
he ever tasted
eric calabrese Aug 2018
Sometimes I look up at the sky
I wonder if  simultaneously you are too lucid dreams of levitating through these walls and coming back to you
Our souls dance in circles around the sun beating with the sound of our hearts in perfect unison
The moon envys our energy
Mars red from how we move in rings around Saturn
The way we melt into one you’d think we were made from mercury
But the God of Neptune exclaimed we’re fresh like the bay or sea my waves to your sand pulled you close to me
A Venus fly trap opening up for the fly Uranus stopped and stared and even dropped a tear before I returned to my bed a lightning bolt appeared must of been Jupiter the God of the sky ripping us away
It’s punishment for noise we made above where he stays.
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