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crestfallen upheaval And the doleful lament slowly fills silence, breaking it into small portions of grief. And the sorrowful souls that gather in gloom repine over their unworthy souls. And their wretched, woebegone lives stretch tautly in night. And the mournful melancholies pray a despondent dirge. And the dolorous, sentient beings yearn in woeful innocence for the distant dawn. And a clarion trumpet blast deafens their darkness, and brilliant, solar spectra blind their morose existence, and the potent sunlight shatters their chasm of doom, and ultra-violet hues claim the inherited humans, in glorious light. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long

breath jagged breathing, halting breath count the moments until death no more tubes to feed the life living ends, no more strife heaving, wheezing, in the chest, no more days, death's behest lungs give way, no longer function priest performs extreme unction clock ticks out the minute's time reach toward next world, sublime now, released, see spirit soar soul is gone, to live no more the living stay, to count each day until our bodies all give way © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long Image by:  by Sebastiano Ricci - The Yorck Project: 10.000 Meisterwerke der Malerei. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons

chaotic word And every chaotic word that splits the soul, opens a chasm with abyssal depth. And the word rebounds with abysmal ferocity. And the silence broken by the word, echoes round like a thundering, bison herd. And the echo's felt with colossal ire that rages long, like a funeral pyre. And the fire that's set by the word, blazes and subsumes  a forest of souls. And every soul aflame, through pain, causes rifts which split the celestial plane. And every rift is gaping wide, and reflects the chasm that is ruptured deep. And every word that reverberates down, has created a soul that is doomed to weep. And every tear these souls exude, fills the eternal abyss and drowns every chaotic word. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long Image by:  "Ancient eter" by Oliver C.Mallorca Creative Commons via Wikimedia Commons

I am free I am free I dance the dance of freedom, I perform a ballet of liberation, I shed the shackles of confinement, I move in liberty to the music of exhilaration, I exalt in the melody of life, I glide in the tones of majestic mountains, I leap to the sounds of glorious beauty, I swirl in the elegance of earth's tune, I exult in the power of immortal undersongs, I embrace the rhapsody of eternal release, I reverberate the tintinnabulation of celestial silence, I embody the cadence of genesis, I am free © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Robert S. Donovan via Flickr Creative Commons

heart Power The beauteous innocence of a life unspoiled; a loving family shelter with peace unroiled. Smiling laughter fills each luminous face. Protected splendor yields personal grace. The shattered wound of childhood lost. Broken homes carry enormous cost. The streaming sadness of flowing tears, leaves scattered lives, forgotten years. A heart that nurtures a growing seed, can save a life that's become a weed. Caring words build a beautiful life, hurtful ones lead to generations of strife Use your power to shield and heal. Construct a haven in the commonweal. Break the endless chain of fear. Salve the wounds; dry the tears. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image by:  pogurì via Flickr Creative Commons

pains pain intrudes like unwanted guest keeps you from your very best pain explodes like liquid fire, searing heat with bubbling ire pain protrudes like metallic splinters, throbbing hands, swollen fingers pain erupts like lava's flames, burning through bulging brain pain pulses like a phantom limb numbing as the lights go dim pain lingers like a spectral ghost draining power from the host pain aches like a clock that ticks dulling, constant, chronic clicks pain remains like a shadow dark, clinging, gnawing at its mark © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long Image:  iProzac via Flickr Creative Commons

and I shall and i shall watch as the funeral procession moves slowly and surely to the final resting place of one who has shed his mortal frame and i shall see the faces of mourners who lament the death of one who has passed from this time and i shall count the tears of those who weep for the life now gone from this celestial orb and i shall gaze as men take turns placing earth on the hollow remains of one who has vacated his place among men and i shall ponder the mortality of my existence and i shall yearn for a return to my mother's womb so that i shall live again © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ image:  LMAP via Flickr Creative Commons