Excuse me,* sir, your pants are on fire.

Yes, i am talking to you, sir.
This is quite a mess you have made,
you starry-eyed dreamer.
Not that it was perfect in the beginning.

Nothing is.

When my grandfather got old,
he made sure to dress well.
If he was to die on any
given day, he intended to
do it in his Sunday best.
My grandfather died in a
unisex hospital gown.

When i was growing up,
Mom always made sure
i wore clean underwear.
It would be shameful
to die in ***** ones.

Speaking of growing up,
i was raised on Reaganomics.
It doesn't matter which side of
the aisle you stand on these days,
because Reagan defeated communism
through the clever use of money.

When my grandmother was set to pass,
she faced the changing seasons with
poise and dignity.  She was
ready to move on, to reunite with
loved ones lost.
My grandmother died in a
unisex hospital gown.

My best friend, Peter, didn't
put much stock in appearances.
He was funny and sarcastic.
We all loved him like a
brother.  Peter's mom buried
him in brand new Ecko
gear.  He died in boxer
shorts on the floor of a
ramshackle apartment
blue in the face from a
****** overdose.

Thank god none of these
people will ever need healthcare.

Mr. President, sir, i am no
Republican.

i am an American.

You do remember us, don't you?
How silly of me...of course you don't.
You were busy watching your legacy.

i would have watched it better, if
it had been my name
at risk.
My name is all i have.

When Bill Clinton was president,
he lied about getting a
*******.
But we forgave him.
It was just a *******.
It's not like it was our
privacy or healthcare at stake.
Or our economy.

Have you dreamed about any
of those things, sir?
Or just your legacy?

Who knows?
How well do we ever know anyone?

Christmas is right around
the corner, and i and
others have made you
a fine gift, a lovely suit.
It's invisible.
You probably won't notice.

No matter...
one day you will have to
remove your flaming pants.
To try on your new suit.
Or, god forbid, to put on a
unisex hospital gown.

And then you will finally
see your legacy.

where were all those dreams we had so many years ago
seasons change as does everything left inside we grow
slide on next to me I'm just a human being
I just need someone to ecko in my unknown future seeing

You say it's untrue the fact not theory he died for you
as unprepared you are for a disaster or suprise so you are
just as you will be when time comes to trim your lamp
in that moment all eyes will be open and truth uncovered

Then comes the stamp in your forehead and hand
From darkness driven to end what has been given
without blemish or spot they denied him
now they sit in the inferno and rot

Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die
little do they know the soul remains aglow
the spirit prevailing one way
the spirit prevailing another

Now is the time to understand and thrive
He is the purpose for all we feel that is good
never doubting the raw and absolute untainted truth
always being diligent to tell and remain

It is in deep sadness I will say all will not make it that fatefull day
demons devour lives turn sour what appeared  bliss before
now turned to vile so greatly impure '
we all our entitled to be what we may"

Now weaping and gnashing of teeth
satan and demons surround as a wreath
in deception and slay they now know they turned away
from somthing that could have saved them

Don't ever deny the end will arrive
maybe tomorrow so put away your sorrow
allow your heart to ripen let your savior in
you know it's true from every being within

I am writing to warn not discourage
never lose hope for we all fall short, have courage
don't be decieved study to show yourself approved
overcome and conquer we can win this
I have my armour do you?

Saint Ruth~

Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/the-end-3/#ixzz18XCrz7Vv

Whispers in shadows
Reveal the keymakers.    
Infinitely    
Traveling
Ecko
Resonation

where were all those dreams we had so many years ago
seasons change as does everything left inside we grow
slide on next to me I'm just a human being
I just need someone to ecko in my unknown future seeing

You say it's untrue the fact not theory he died for you
as unprepared you are for a disaster or suprise so you are
just as you will be when time comes to trim your lamp
in that moment all eyes will be open and truth uncovered

Then comes the stamp in your forehead and hand
From darkness driven to end what has been given
without blemish or spot they denied him
now they sit in the inferno and rot

Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die
little do they know the soul remains aglow
the spirit prevailing one way
the spirit prevailing another

Now is the time to understand and thrive
He is the purpose for all we feel that is good
never doubting the raw and absolute untainted truth
always being diligent to tell and remain

It is in deep sadness I will say all will not make it that fatefull day
demons devour lives turn sour what appeared  bliss before
now turned to vile so greatly impure '
we all our entitled to be what we may"

Now weaping and gnashing of teeth
satan and demons surround as a wreath
in deception and slay they now know they turned away
from somthing that could have saved them

Don't ever deny the end will arrive
maybe tomorrow so put away your sorrow
allow your heart to ripen let your savior in
you know it's true from every being within

I am writing to warn not discourage
never lose hope for we all fall short, have courage
don't be decieved study to show yourself approved
overcome and conquer we can win this
I have my armour do you?

Don't I
feel dumb
I feel
So used
I fell for your games
And your juvenile muse
I can't still care
You chose
what you chose
Whether it's to lose
You're a grown woman
But are you aware
Of the adult you're becoming
I'm talking to you direct
There is no running
There is no one else
I'm starting to think
There is no hope
What grown woman
Is alright with being broke
One that has no control
Not even with a remote
Popping depression pills
And sorts
Out of her Ecko Red coat You have 3 kids
That need Essentials Smiles, sleep, soap
When I found someone Like I
I was insanely superbly stoked But I had to
Learn
Had to be warned
That even those feelings
That leave you cuddly warm
Can be toxic to you
Just in a different
Form
I don't know what to
Make of it
Make amends or mourn
Birthday the day before mine
But I don't know
when you was born
The month of March
Has been torn
The 10th and 11th marks the split Marks where it was tore
Tore me to pieces
This is my ending statement
This is my
Thank you thesis
You play games
Why keep this
Like receiving
**** as a present
You play games
Like a preteen peasant
And I know this isn't pleasant
The month of March ends on the 10th And then starts again on the 11th

You didn't just
Throw me under the bus
You was driving
Barely any passengers
But I know
Jealousy was riding
Riding very far
You was jealous
That we took Creamy to get a car But that's your friend
Since y'all been 10
I'm talking to you
Adult to adult
I'm not venting
Did you forget who I am JohnDre
Not John Henson
Tell your 2nd baby daddy To quit pimping
There's only one Johnny And he's Whitney's
Back when
I was going through it emotionally You was one person to get me
But while you was giving me advice You was throwing me under
The #18 and #50
I could have lost my job
I could have been in jail
And when I come out
And confront you
You'll probably show that one smile Shrug your shoulders and say oh well But there's no oh well about it
It's your life
You're the pilot
But your games have ran their course Your games
Have run outta mileage
You'll lie and say you're hurt
But don't even
Have a single symptom
It's never ever ever Your fault
You're always the Victim
You're sneaky slimy snake I refuse to be injected With venom
Your 3 kids
I would love
To meet them
But if you lose your job
How will you keep them
Come on dog
Come on March 10
The month of March has split at the 11th and won't be put back together
Ever ever again