Remember Me:
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
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I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
' There she goes! '
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When I was a windy boy and a bit
And the black spit of the chapel fold,
(Sighed the old ram rod, dying of women),
I tiptoed shy in the gooseberry wood,
The rude owl cried like a tell-tale tit,
I skipped in a blush as the big girls rolled
Nine-pin down on donkey's common,
And on seesaw sunday nights I wooed
Whoever I would with my wicked eyes,
The whole of the moon I could love and leave
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Thrill with lissome lust of the light,
O man ! My man !
Come careering out of the night
Of Pan ! Io Pan .
Io Pan ! Io Pan ! Come over the sea
From Sicily and from Arcady !
Roaming as Bacchus, with fauns and pards
And nymphs and styrs for thy guards,
On a milk-white ass, come over the sea
To me, to me,
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And when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
andI mount the scabbed streets,
the long shouts of avenues,
and tunnel sunken night in search of you...
That I negotiate fog, bituminous
rain rining like teeth into the beggar's tin,
or two men jackaling a third in some alley
weirdly lit by a couch on fire, that I
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I wrote some words
From the deepest of my soul
Wrote them on my right knee
Should I stay or should I go
I've had showers and
I've changed my clothes
But I keep them where you can't see
Let me die. Kill me, please.
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Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
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Whoever you are death will come, whether you are king, or simply scum. Wherever you go, death will follow, on Earth or Mars or even Apollo. No one escapes the angel of death, your spirit he’ll claim, with your last breath.
In moments of death, your eyes will see, into other dimensions, restriction free. You will see the angels, and other creations, to those around you, hallucinations. But your tongue will fail, to reveal the truth, an eye for eye and tooth for tooth.
Life is extracted from toe to head, while family stand around your bed. To those of faith the process is fast, for all others the pain will last. All believers are welcomed and greeted, those ungrateful are badly treated.
Their bodies whipped while spirit extracted, with every lash in pain they reacted. Their breathing toughens and eyes become dim, till life has left from every limb. Life leaves the body in the form of a thread, it’s a matter of time before you are dead.
Your eyes will roll back in your head, as they witness your spirit roam up ahead. You can cry out loud or even scream, it won’t really matter it’s not a dream. Death is scary, or so they say, in the grave you remain, till judgement day. Those alive should think twice, is it hell they seek, or paradise.
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I died countless deaths before leaving the weary self behind;
Fragments died repeatedly when the dreams died,
Dreams that the world knew,
and dreams that only the heart knew;
Tad bit of me died with falling apart of loved ones,
some left their bodies,
some left irreparable scars,
and yet some other moved a world apart,
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Unvarnished and worn by age
see it slouch by the wall,
its silence sharper than the kitchen knives.
We rely on something or someone sturdy.
Facing the candlelight at meals, he holds her
to resist the decay of ashwood
until it breaks at its last supper.
He knows where the kindling goes.
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