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Avetis (Free verse) by KilIluminati

I. Some time ago In lands so far There lived a boy His heart had scar That heart was young But soul was old It had been stung & had turned cold He lived alone His parents dead Next 2 the cemetery gate Where they had layed Guitar he played, hung out he, and begged 4 bread There lived an old man, hair gray 2 souls & spirits he would pray 2 wipe his tears & take his fears He lived around there 4 years And still remembered times of slaves But now cleans the dirt of graves One night the boy was feeling weak He hadnt eaten 4 a week His face so pale he lost his hope Still with the death he couldnt cope And with his stained & scarred up pride He layed his head & slowly died And in his hand he squeezed a note With ink on paper he had wrote About his life and what he's seen Be4 he died at age nineteen.. II. "You lived my life, U died've would With no water & no food But still so proudly I stood And God my witness, life is good Just hear what I have 2 say & 4 my soul sit down & pray Next 2 my parents bury me Please pay respects down on ure knee In this hard World I was born & In my heart I had a thorn Weak like a leaf My life was brief Nobody knows why I lived And everyhting I've done in life Is written on my grave with knife To needy money always gave But my Life noone tried 2 save On Earth 4ever guns will spray But I'm 2 heaven on my way And even through the darkest night Next day has always things alright.. III. Of my deep grave I'm not afraid The life I lived I'd never trade Cause its the only life i knew I never stopped my love 4 U I was alone right from my birth My soul's been everywhere on Earth I've been 2 mountains far away In those lands I wish I could stay Where Eagles fly so free at night And where at times U'll C a light That shines from heaven down below Where souls of dead perform a show Where snow falls so cold & white U feel so free that U lose fright And theres a lady of my dreams Her hair shines from sun's bright beams And where old men just sit & talk They R so old that they cant walk Where moon shines light on their front porch And Greek God's play there with their torch Where all deceased R well alive And where the ancient Kings still thrive That is the place that took my pain And never gives it back again.. IV. There also does a place exist Me and my lover there first kissed Where I could feel her body heat & we would play right down the street Where theres a cold & freezing dove Can still survive with warmth of love Where roses grow with no sun Where no1 knows whats a gun That's where I lived when I was small Where through the grass a snake would crawl And scare away a little mouse And God was there inside my house He had explained 2 me what's life He only said it's death & strife And his warm tears hit the floor And he had sensed another War It was that moment, that I knew That I must spend my life with U That we could never be apart That only U could heal my heart And as I squeezed U by my chest I felt so blessed, I was possessed.. V. So now these R my last words Soon I will fly above with birds And this short note explains that I Had seen life's blessings through my eye Seen darkest nights & coldest days Seen people shot with no ways 2 live in peace in this cold life Which cuts ure heart just like a knife Where hearts get torn Where I was born 2 die a slave So U could mourn My life which showed U everything In my next life I'll now a King And even though we all will die We'll cry our tears from the sky And down here they will think its rain When it will help them grown grain And it will feed so many souls Who get 2 grow and see their goals And in the end yet still one day They grow old and grow gray And die & take their dreams 2 graves And leave behind silent waves They die like me, so brave & proud They die alone with no sound And in their hand they leave a note That was my life, end of the quote".

razorgrin 31-Oct-02/2:26 PM
"u" suck, as does this poeme. If it was spelled right and you took out about 40 of those fnords ,maybe it wouldn't make me want to vomit. Oh well. That will remain a mystery for the ages.




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