Death and Life

The stress of death has made,

a visit of late,

not afraid,

I invited the peace I know.

Instead I try

The laughter,

made me die.

To know that Death,

is only door,

I do not worry,

not even chore.

Turns out the humor,

of such a time,

brought reality,

in a Sign.

I said goodbyes to whom I know,

may not miss me 'til I earth,

it is not me who'd miss this be,

terribly sad? 'cause I'd be glad.

You'd have my Lore

It is nice to know my Son shares fear,

he does wish that when we list,

we go together,

said,

"It would be best."

I think to know,

that he did show,

the same concern of such a turn,

increased my want to stop the taunt.

Oddly contagion-ed

To succumb from exhaustion,

tons and tons as it sums,

the accusations and lack of nations,

at least he has a girl,

relation.

Jewels

Mother Nature,

once before,

took me straight to deaths door,

Twenty something and very ill,

turned out stress still does kill.

I think that she has had enough,

I'm not wanted and I've had it rough.

My body ill and my mind is drill,

the antibiotics are working still,

I may survive or be just fill,

all I know is I want to show.

Twin Soul

I wished to hold the hand of whom,

sang a song and landed Moon,

the album came and I played too,

the D.V.D was pretty cool.

Thanks for the note,

the picture is,

really neat,

you seem so clean.

I still think you're kind of cute,

you make me swoon,

I feel the boot.

B.D.S.M.

In the end I guess it's best,

to know that luck is like a test,

it's better, it's best.

So to you,

 my dear Sir who,

I'd like to hold,

make love to too,

I hope for a day you come to say,

"I'm here to take you all away."