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A Page Of Poems.........Concerning Death
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On This Page I Have Poems That I have Written Myself.......
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The Last Of Goodbyes
On Mournful Days
The Hum Of Absent Emotions And Woe
Become A Tune , Sung, On The Other Side Of Nature
In A Moment In Time
Unnatural Disturbances Arise
Lingering In A Dance That Seemed Parallel To Essential
Sanity
One Would Query All Elements in Life And In Death
Only To Mock The Truth
Illuminating In Death , A True Quality Of Being
A Wistful Yearning For The Past , Tainted With Wishful Thinking
An Eternity Of Pondering , Will Forever Be Present
Internal Grievance One Would Recieve
What Shall Become Of Morning?
What Shall Become Of Evening?
As A part Of Life , The Kind Heart Weeves An Understanding
Of Granting Relief.......With The Certainty Of Time, In
Quiet Places , Reason Is Plentiful , And With Reason One
Should Grieve Goodbye...........
Before The Age Of Passing
A Lingering Rose Pedal Holds On To Its Stem
The Wind Beckons It To Fall Twards The Earth
It Would Obey Natures Path Of A Simple End
Losing Vitality And Die In An Orderly Arrangement
An Overall Design Of Mother Nature
Fate , One Would Whisper TO Shine Sense In Death
An Understanding Would Distill Fear When Death Stands
On The Other Side Of The Door
Life Then Casts A Long Strain And Leaves A Mark
From Corner To Corner , On The Mind, Body , And Soul
With Every Step , A Haunting Shadow , A Neverending
Empty Color Of Black..A Still Reminder Of The Grim Reaper
On Some Days He Walks With U .His Enduring Quality He Leaves
With U.........An Endless Hole ..In The Depths Of Youre Soul
As Innocent As Things Are , You Cant Escape The Constant
Piercings OF Life. The Sun, The Silent Whispers Of Mocking
Tunes. The Good And The Bad. The Tunes Of The Living
What Fairness Can One Find When The Course Of Life Itself
Decieves You?
To Grasp The Meaning Of All Order , The Manner Of Living And Dying
One Must Understand Ones Existance In The Crossroads Of Meaning
Pulses With Vigor ...When Truth Is Realized Before The
Age Of Passing.
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