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Try To Laugh And Dry Your Tears

When you can't change some things,

Think about the joy that light brings.

Try to laugh and dry your tears,

Think about the loved ones and dears.

 

 

Go for a walk instead of crying,

Wave to the birds that are flying.

Keep on walking through the leaves,

Only with a smile your heart believes.

 

 

When you can't change some things

Accept it as it is. It calmness...

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Celebrant

Dear Friends and family members

Gathered here to celebrate

And rake over my life’s embers

So sorry that I’m late

 

I intended to be on time

For this, the concluding event

Commemorating in songs and rhyme

A life well spent

 

Only the traffic lights were down

And it just kept getting worse

With anxious mothers on the school run

Stuck behind the funeral hearse

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Red stilettos on the bowling green

This is for my dear sister Carole, whom we lost on Monday. She was a member of a very traditional and, dare I say it, quite mysoginistic suburban tennis and bowling club. She played neither, but was by far the best actor in the amateur dramatics section, which sadly folded years ago. She was a brilliant and inspirational primary school teacher, who loved telling stories, especially in verse. She a...

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life thoughts

Why is it that when I'm surrounded by the most people, 

I feel the most alone?

 

That when I think of the billions of other 

living,

breathing

humans,

I feel a pit in my stomach,

swallowing me up from the inside, 

overpowering me with all-consuming darkness. 

 

How can a single grain of sand 

feel remembered,

when it looks the same 

as billions of others?

...

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A Fine Line between Living and Death

You do not exist anymore 

Scientifically speaking, 

You are absolutely nothing 

Unconscious, intangible, not there. 

 

You exist in my mind, 

Poetically speaking, 

You live on through that funny anecdote

Or recipe, your legacy, our memory.  

 

You are my tragic backstory, 

Therapeutically speaking, 

The key to solving why I am the way I am 

What you made me w...

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Murderous Tears

{Murderous Tears}

 


These murderous tears

follows down my cheeks 

wetting my shirt as I gently

wipe them away like the

way the did you by murdering

you in cold blooded murder

and it left me here like a

child that was orphaned 

to survive in these darkened

cold streets that the

blood stained asphalt

surrounds my feet 

 


But I cannot fathom 

how th...

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Who Will Go Through The Door

Who will say they have no fear?

Who would say they see, as if the door weren't there?

Who will dare?

 

Who will grab the knob without care?

Who would dare even knock or stare?

When all the signs say beware?

 

Do not laugh, I am sincere.

Even if you were sin clear.

Making the sign read enter here.

 

With your life spent trying to prepare.

Watching others go th...

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Difference between mundane and heavenly

I wrote a poem you'll never read
I'll sing a song you'll never hear
As the pictures on the wall starts to fade
As the dust invades the picture frames
And the seasons come and passed outside my window pane
I still hadn't learned a thing
Time passess as quickly as the clouds crossing from the endless of skies
Your name resonates in the eternal soul of mine
A mundane thing to do is to cry
A ...

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BELOW THE GROUND

Below the ground a sound is stirring

dead people's thoughts re - occurring

they wonder why their lives were ended

with so much left unattended

and why they had to give up the ghost

ending up as rot or toast

 

but life goes on, so hush you souls

dwelling deep with worms and moles

the answer lies inside the soil

the results of endless earthly toil.

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Rest in peace

The human race cannot find peace
Not even in death are we allowed to rest
We must 'look down on others and send signs'

But think of a place where there is no time
A state in between death and resurrection 
Where you have no thoughts
No worries, stress or crime

It'll only last a second
A blink of an eye 
But you won't regret it
To rest in peace, not in the sky

To lie in a state of ...

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Weathered Friend

Here I am
Sad again
Empty when I should be full
I won't be sitting here, when the blood begins to pool
My body's getting colder now
I'm tipping over the stool
In this moment I'm not shy
Suppose it's time to say goodbye
Hope to see you in another life
Weathered friend of mine

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death is not the end

How easily is the mind deceived by the smallest most imperceptible movement of thought that cannot be shifted by the mightiest of evidence that is proof
a trap so perfect even the staistically motivated minds of quantitative  eggheads will not budge for fear their world would be turned
upside down or perhaps the right way up
scream, scream, scream 'til you are blue in the face but they wi...

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