JUST BEFORE I GO
JUST BEFORE I GO
Just before I go, make my day, kiss
me on the four head and tell me
you love me. Just before I go, hold
me in your arms, telling me "its all
right".
Just before Im at your mercy, be sure
to catch my grip. Before this breath
taking site catches my eye. Besure
to tell me its gona be over soon.
Just before I enter this deep
relentless chasm, and hold the
gound with my dead chest. Just
before I get cold feet, be there
to help me close my eyes and sleep.
the day before the day
There was calm in the still of the night
Neither a sound nor bat in flight
A frail withered man lay calmly on a bed
Just a sheet covered the man revealing only his head
A head of ash grey hair
Yet the face was fresh and fair
The man mustered a smile, hiding his pain
Pain which we could not bear
A comforting touch from the man’s wife
Gave him a momentary burst of life
For it was this woman that he’d come to love so dearly
Around the bed, three young men sat, his sons clearly
Silence filled the room like water in a glass
We all knew that the time had come to pass
For it was the day before the day
That the man went on his way
I’m not gone
I'm not gone, i am just on other side,
watching over you.
I am not gone, i am on the safest place,
where death is defeated,
where pain can't be felt,
where hunger can't be felt,
where anger has no room.
Don't worry about me, I'm on safe hands now.
I'm part of your ancestors now,
I promise with all the power i have,
to guide you on your journey of life.
Don't cry, I'll always be with you spiritually.
Don't cry, someday we'll meet.
Song Of Death
Men have fought battles at night
Others have dug trenches to hide
Women and children ran to the hills
For each one of them a way to be a live
To each one from you the reason to die .
Two rivers away came the screams
One more is gone , many other to follow
It was not a dream , that one we know
You had visited the village
To claim another life .
You have no shadow that we could track
You have no relatives that we could tell
If you had eyes
Sufferings of the orphans
Would move you to tears
Cries of the widows
Would push you to a stop
The village witch would curse you to life
That we may see
What like is your nature .
The Waiting Game
Some memories have grown
To be full of sorrows,
Of friends and foes
Who cannot see tomorrow,
As we wait for him
Our turn to follow.
As soon as you are born
You begin to die,
Mankind has been told
Many repeated times,
As no man knows
when you come for him.
Our cereals and grains
Would fill your granaries,
And the famine in your belly
Shall forever be a scar,
If light or sunshine
Could trace your shaddow.
Death, my friend!
Freeze time and hold still my thoughts
For I have no more a purpose to live,
Though tears shall meander
On the aged face of my mother,
Spare not her grief for my sake.
Friends shall weep and then forget
The joy and sadness we once shared,
But the memory of my innate soul
Shall haunt their thoughts for years to come.
Though my sensory self has ceased to exist,
I can feel your touch as you hold me tight.
You lead me into the world of those
Who’s existence exists in grief stricken
Hearts and nostalgic, moth eaten memoirs.
As I enter in puzzled silence,
Their faces recognize my long awaited soul
I find comfort in their peculiar acceptance of me.
In another world I would have cried tears of gaiety,
But here, not a single tear can be shed.
They ask not my name or why I came
For I have none of the answers they might seek.
As my eyes wander about the crowded space,
I feel a bond with each face I see.
Reassuring smiles tell me, ‘ This is home.’
And as I try to understand their foreign talk
I see my father seated on the throne.
His eyes find mine and his heart holds mine
I try to step closer but my feet let me down.
His majesty opens his arms wide enough for me
To fit my new life form together with his,
For eternity.
Last Words
He lays, sunken eyed, in his bed-like coffin.
His lips, in a constant senseless motion.
The strong smell of death lingers in the air,
As lost hope searches for some other dream.
A coarse voice chants a prayer for new life,
As begging hands beckon to the skies.
Darkness surrounds the small room
As grieving voices confabulate in silent cries.
Tear-beckoning hymns whisper comfort
In the ears of those who had been robbed
Of future memories and loving care,
And of the tears that were yet to be sobbed.
The vicar reads in a monotonous voice,
As if to display the constancy of God’s love.
Silence takes its place as the music fades away,
A silent ‘Amen’ completes the reassurances from above.
One by one, the victims of bereavement
Take their turns to shed the last tear.
They utter poignant last words to the still corpse
Wishing the eternal reunion would draw near.
Last Words
He lays, sunken eyed, in his bed-like coffin.
His lips, in a constant senseless motion.
The strong smell of death lingers in the air,
As lost hope searches for some other dream.
A coarse voice chants a prayer for new life,
As begging hands beckon to the skies.
Darkness surrounds the small room
As grieving voices confabulate in silent cries.
Tear-beckoning hymns whisper comfort
In the ears of those who had been robbed
Of future memories and loving care,
And of the tears that were yet to be sobbed.
The vicar reads in a monotonous voice,
As if to display the constancy of God’s love.
Silence takes its place as the music fades away,
A silent ‘Amen’ completes the reassurances from above.
One by one, the victims of bereavement
Take their turns to shed the last tear.
They utter poignant last words to the still corpse
Wishing the eternal reunion would draw near.
FATE
Heavenly life anointed
Above my head unappointed
Carameled surfaces of doom
Silently i ambled there alone
Tied thoughts in my mind unfreed
A whisper, a call from a rattling desert
Razed it is my reign
As i gazed the profundus lines on my wrinkled palms fade away
Hallucination a suspicion in my imagination
Messengers of doom with a cracked mirror
Repeated duplicatios of me refleted different figure
And now my thoughts unleashed
And truth be an obvious factor
My dreams unreached, my future my worry
My desperate soul in denial
One breath i failed to draw
Emotionless face i take
Motionless creature i became
As sullen bells were ringing.
FATE
Heavenly life anointed
Above my head unappointed
Carameled surfaces of doom
Silently i ambled there alone
Tied thoughts in my mind unfreed
A whisper, a call from a rattling desert
Razed it is my reign
As i gazed the profundus lines on my wrinkled palms fade away
Hallucination a suspicion in my imagination
Messengers of doom with a cracked mirror
Repeated duplicatios of me refleted different figure
And now my thoughts unleashed
And truth be an obvious factor
My dreams unreached, my future my worry
My desperate soul in denial
One breath i failed to draw
Emotionless face i take
Motionless creature i became
As sullen bells were ringing.