Diversified Poems IV

Is to Was [A Poem]

Love, love, love: love:
Words that fill an empty space,
Gives a life, a purpose, a place;
To get ready to stay deadlove
Gives us meaningfulness
Must we die before one converts?
Invests, energy into love, as a
Repayment for life? Growth comes
At a heavy pricelove, love: love,
As a corpse, I’ll be more important
To my loving, loving kin while
Alive they never had air or breath
To give, just decomposing sounds
Far off in the distancestrangers
Yes strangers for an audience
The putrid, biological mass, that is
Dead, I will be among; so sing your
Songssing them now for existence
It is not long we will go from is, to was!…

#889 10/2/05

A Season Left

I have lived everywhere
pagan blood returns!
The demons are near
(Christ has granted my
soul nobilitynot mankind).
I am here in a caf

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