Funeral…

Let us have,
A moment of silence.
May we chill,
And;
Tone down the violence?
Do you think,
We will find peace,
Within defiance?
Probably not, so;
Let us have,
A moment of silence,
And;
Blow my ashes,
Across remote islands.





My days are numbered…
My end is near…
My days are numbered…
Or so I fear…
But no; I don’t fear,
No; not at all.
Life can hack my limbs,
And;
I’mma still crawl,
Even when,
The seasons fall,
Freeze;
And scorch heat,
Best believe,
I’mma bloom tree’s.
When I go;
Scatter my ashes,
In the breeze,
Cause’ a casket is,
Just a waste of money.
These situations,
That be sticky like honey,
Got me feelin’ funny.
Ambition got me,
Energized like a bunny,
Rockin’;
In a garden of sound,
Cause’ my soul a bit grungy.
Had to hit Bikini Bottom,
And get spongey,
Absorb the bull shit,
That plunge me,
To live like Philly,
Where;
Every day sunny.
Man;
I’m tired of,
Feeling crummy,
While others get to taste,
The finer things.
Must be;
So delicious & yummy.
Crash test dummy,
Using anything to numb me.
Shit; That was the dumb me,
Sure that was the fun me,
But;
Deep down hid a depression,
That I let none see.
Ego cracked like Humpty Dumpty,
I’m honestly not sure if,
I can write a poem that’s pun free.
I’m just a dirty soul that’s,
Trying to come clean.
On my knee’s in the dark,
Praying for the bright, the sun bring;
Aged heart with the mind of a youngling,
But;
I think I’m on the verge of something.
I guess we’ll see, huh?

Funeral bells,
Rings;
Of vicious hells.
Blood stains,
On;
Padded cells.
Lightfoot treading,
Across;
Eggshell’s so well.
Such a swell spellcaster,
Untapped powers,
In search of a master.
Machine gun blaster,
If I shoot from the hip,
I can pop a clip faster.
Hopeless;
Romantic bastard,
Some may call me,
A swirling natural disaster.
I don’t go to church no more,
Cause’…
I almost got drowned,
In holy water by the pastor.
But;
I skipped death,
Now;
I feel blessed,
Inspired to give,
The world my best.
I know all this stress,
Is just a test.
I know all this mess,
Will one day be addressed.
I swear to avenge my family crest,
Light the torch & embark the quest.
3 little birds fly out the nest,
Fresh from a dark night’s rest,
Bob Marley said:
Don’t worry bout a thing,
Cause’; Every little things,
Gonna be alright,
So; I do not fear what’s next.
I take my final breath,
And;
Shout with my chest,
(Bring it on!)
…….
Don’t cry;
At my funeral,
Cause’;
Even death is,
Beautiful.
Don’t cry;
At my funeral,
Cause’;
Even death is,
Beautiful.
Grim Reap says,
The end;
Is irrefutable.
Well I say the end,
Is the beginning,
So to me that’s suitable.





Lemme’ clarify.
When I speak of death,
I’m speaking of,
The death of my former self.
I don’t wish to be that,
Sad, selfishly numb kid anymore.
I want to be new, reborn;
Into the man I was meant to be.
Death will bring me a new life,
A better life.

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