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another day And yet, another day, falls. As a leaf drops from a branch of a tree, the day falls from the tree, called, life. The day  is no longer green, but brown. All life, taken. The day is spent, no longer free, to enjoy, shining sunlight, beautiful birds, whistling wind, renewing rain. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

cobbled together she lived her life her own way, she cobbled everything together,  the best she could, with tape and wire and cement she hammered and fixed it up smoothing out every dent, only thing she couldn't  was her heart she had that  broken, once,  unmended all those years, unended all those tears, untended all those fears, she poured her love into children  and dogs and the elderly  she served in her job,  she deserved a better end, but, who can defend against a well-lived life  cobbled together? © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

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

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

glass and bars i watched my daddy through prison glass he always looked the same except when his beard turned gray and when he lost his eye we never talked about it he wrote me letters all the time i have them in a box i don't read them much anymore be a good girl now he'd say it every time i always said i would the letters stopped one day and we got a call daddy suffered a fall a good girl is what i am i finished college too but he never knew how good he changed that day when he left this world no one knows how he fell i watch the daddies everyday through prison bars i remind them of the little ones daddies stay away from glass and bars that keep you from the little ones not all wind up good girls and boys © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  Martin Fisch via Flickr Creative Commons

weight of sullen sadness the gripping weight of sullen sadness, pulls like gravity, to the ground heavy feelings fraught with anger grab the soul and keep it bound gnawing numbness throbs unceasing, like infected, scabbed wound painful pleasures taut with danger tease a soul that's been marooned pounding temples hurt, swollen, like a ripe, round melon, bound to burst scattered thinking, thoughts unblinking, feeds the soul's incessant thirst gloating guilt goads heart, imploding, like black hole feeding deep in space emotion's jumble pounds and rumbles, agitates a soul that's stuck in place mocking murmur, memories turgid, like cackling crow's cacophony laughing harpies harangue, relentless, provokes no soul's empathy lumbering limbs, long for action, like the Tin Man, stolid, rusted fast  frozen members, ache for movement, sculpted soul, immobile ghast © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long   Image by: ...

old friends searched online for former friends surprised to see untimely ends friends, their spouses, moms and dads sad to see the deaths they had the inexorable tick and tock of time, leads us all to fields, sublime through twisting, turning hands of fate, soon we'll all be known as "late" years roll on, time is passed no one knows how long it lasts each life is counted out by days as friends we oft go separate ways friend's faces show the lines of age as each one turns his separate page fools fleeting time waits for no man eighty years our lives may span so count your days with special care for who knows how, who knows where our beating hearts will one day stop find old friends before they drop © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image adapted:  By SDRandCo via morguefile.com

Cypher i feel myself daily, fade away, i feel there is less of me, today, i feel inside of me, melt like clay, i feel no feelings, sad to say, i feel old longings, no longer play, i feel old friendships, gone to stay, I feel no trust, none to betray, i feel every color, turn to gray, i feel love inside me, begin to fray, i feel no emotion, no tears allay, I feel no sadness, no glum array, I feel empty deep, to my dismay, i feel some madness, look of fey, i feel each night, not turn to day, i feel great pressure, on me weigh, i feel each part off me, doom decay, i feel the scent of death's bouquet, i feel the end is on its way. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤

Destine You And the chronic, constant drain drags on. And the droning draconian ellipse of despair degrades the life force. And destiny's doom's downward spiral denigrates the day's light. And death's dirge drums deeply, denotes denied time. And the cycle of memory swirls in symbiotic circles pushing life's value to a zero sum game. And time wins but loses power over the loser. And as darkness reigns, a vacuous vacuum envelopes a heart plunged to depths un-reached, unreachable, uncharted, unfilled, unfulfilled. And the cataclysmic loss of existence ensues, ending everything. And the chronic, constant drain drags on. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By Ben Salter from Wales (deep inside Uploaded by Oxyman) CC-BY-2.0 via Wikimedia Commons

grey cloud days less full grey cloud days, hope less ways, i wander long, joy less haze. path less journey, fill my roads, world weary legs, burden borne loads. friend less futures, glean flat emotions, faith less times, motion less oceans. bleak full minutes, mark each hour, blank bland seconds, power less cower. heart less actions, leads choice's chance, remorse full fails, step less dance. time less present, gloom full date, guide each moment, blind fortune's fate. dark's full miasma, makes men melt, will less wisdom, fear full felt. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image:  By krosseel

Rebirth needed Broken dreams like mirror shattered, shards of life are blindly scattered. Hope's frayed like pages, tattered, forgotten plans, who knows what mattered. Blackened days walked in woeful gloom, fire scarred memories, fearful doom. Four walls crush me, nightmares loom, keep me captive, like a tomb. Aimless wanders like wind blown dust, goals are gathered gleaned and crushed. Each step stolen, spirit's trussed, I've had enough, my soul combusts. Rebirth needed, a search for light, need to break through light-less night. Courage gathered, hold on tight, flaming faith is burning bright. Smallest embers, celestial spark, lightning bolts, crack the dark. Blazing boldness, hits the mark, glorious future, new paths embark. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤ ❤ ❤ Image: By RhiannonDanae

In fears In fears In fears I fight with feckless fury,  losing lengthy bouts, unfraught with glory.  Endless days evolve into light-less fright,  daylight shines the same as night.  Forgotten moments remembered sorely,  feign a laugh in tearful mourning.  Unwanted faces fill my mind,  fractal memories, intertwined. Horror sounds a shrill alarm,  afraid, no escape from misery's harm.  Shiver, shake and tremble loud,  pushing back the blackest shroud.  Nightmares fill my waking hours,  sleep holds back restoring powers.  Unleashed monsters, from dawn to dark,  blinding billows of dark so stark.  Dread pursues from each direction,  never finding calm reflection.  Sagacious specters haunt my life,  with ferocious fervor filled with strife.  Shadows stalk my thoughts and desires,  singe them with infernal fires.  ...

The passing of friend  +Steven Malone  's father inspired me to write this poem.  Please offer Steve your condolences.  http://www.stevenspen.com/blog-1/ Ceased When life has run its weary course, we pray we've lived without remorse. When dying sun sets upon a life, we hope it ends with no strife. When mortal frame frames no more, we cling to memories from our store. When soul flies free from human form, we hope there's peace from this storm. When the day has turned to night, we search the tunnel for the light. When spirit soars from solid earth, we return to God before the birth. When thought will cease to fill the mind, we wonder will we wander blind. We turn to see the past behind, and the wending road unwind. © 2014 ajwrites57 A Long ❤  ❤  ❤  By Sandro Kharazashvili (Flickr: Light at the end of the tunnel) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wi...