Death Diary - Endymion

Herema

Can you not pm me?
I can e-mail you but - would it be rude to ask what it's about?

I don't normally talk off-site.


Thanks,
Endy

I guess I do not post here often enough for the hamsters to trust me....the site wont let me pm for some reason.

For nearly a week now....I have not been on line because of some nasty storms through my area fried my cable modem and my network card.....so I have been unable to respond. Hope no one is offended by my apparent neglect in resonding.

well....anyway....I am back now.

btw.....anyone who emails me....I do not give out info.....I have quite a rep to uphold...and trust and honor is a vital part of that trust. tnx endy.

me agapi kai filia

A Child's Question



And
When he fell
He fell first onto his knees
Like a boy in an English park
Whose shot has missed an open net
His arms flew wide
Like startled wings
Hands stretching
To ask why
Before falling dejected
To his sides
His late shadow
Bled
A silent moment
Of despair
As
With frightened eyes
He gave a cry
A child's question
Uttered
With childish surprise
"I die?"



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nice, its really good, and this is the point where i say "why can't emo people learn from you"

Thanks for posting blackangel

welcome to the forum

War Mongers

What do they know of war?
Sitting in front of an electrical box
Watching propaganda
Their ears blocked
By radioactive mice
Knitting lies
With great big smiles
Like clowns
Saluting
The Big Guys

What do they know of pain?
Screaming agony of burning brains
When it all explodes
In their stupid faces
They'll blame it on the other races


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I like that one, Endymion!
(So true!)

thanks msolga
thanks for your support
Maybe I can get some sleep now

I hope so, too, Enymion!

Gentle dreams & night night!

this could have and maybe should have been posted in the spontaneous poems...but even though it is a poem written for the moment while the police are next door with the paramedics....I could not help but write....and it seem most befitting in your string here, Endy.

Gloria

Gloria, can you hear us?
Gloria, keep breathing
Lying among the loneliness
Your life treads tenderly

Is this all there is, Gloria?
Lying face down
Upon your living room floor
Behind the doors secured

Pounding of fists for an answer
Hearing the pleas for your voice
Your body ignores them
Your heart cries out to answer

But silence is all you can utter
As your breath begins to fade
Alone you must meet this fate
Unable to say goodbye

Its a vivid and moving poem, Herema. Thanks.

My England


The forest lies still around me
Silent
In its waiting
Lowering its ancient, heavy branches
Autumnal and breathtaking
The forest never leaves me
I follow its paths forever
Walking through such paradise
I could be free of pain
Never
The forest is my England
The refuge at the core
I shelter in its hollow ribs returned to time before
Man ever raised his hand to man
And learned to go to war
The forest is a lonely path
In places
Death lies deep
Within the earth's gentle rise
Of a lasting heart beat
The forest is at end of day
The twilight of between
Where I can let life pass
Away
As if I'd never been
Part of this dream



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Really beautiful, Endy.

what a topic!
1st of all, what an interesting topic! I like it. and the poem itself... harharhar how terrifying when will you write another one? please post another one! PLEASE! thansk

I've been struggling this end - sorry to not get back sooner - thanks for the messages - it's always good to hear from you aidan.
And Blue Feather - welcome.

I'll come back here soon - I've got some more stuff to say about death.
Before I do - I want to thank everyone whose been reading this thread.
Peace to you all,
Endy

Greetings, endymion.

Evening Edgar

My stuff is getting more and more political - but it's still personal and it's still about death.

The poem I wrote below is called Racism - but it's really about Nazism and the death of individuals and nations.
If you want to check that I am not an anti-Semite, feel free to look here:

http://www.able2know.com/forums/a2k-post2207724.html#2207724

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The first poem is for a Palestinian man who shook my hand in London, August 5th - during the Ceasefire March where approx' 90,000 gathered to protest Blair's stance on Lebanon. I began last year as a protester of the Iraq war - but I truely believe that eventually, if humanity wants to survive, we will have to put an end to all war. If we mean to give our children a decent future, we have to recognise the enemy within. Bullies terrorise to keep power - that's what they do.
I think that deep down, many of us realise one simple fact - it doesn't have to be like this.

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Racism

I will never stand up again
I am lost here forever
Numb to this mad, unforgiving world
Holding my murdered self together
Wrapped tight
In this shroud of grief
Sedated
By the pain of realisation
These are my people: dead: gone
Who shall I be, now
I'm alone?
And who will save my nation?

Who really cares?

Everywhere I look
I see death and I see despair
A dawning of destruction
Everywhere I look I see
Victims of Corporate Warfare
A million lives worth less than one

White man from a white house



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Another Soldier's Suicide
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Looking into the eye of the eagle
Terminal tunnel
Oiled precision
Pull against the strain
Punch out
Kill the brain
No more pain

"Suck it up" some say
(US Expression of the Day)

Suck blood through mouths of clay



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Another Room

The room stood very still
Nothing moved but the sun
Creeping cautiously along one wall
To light his tender face
His slanting smile
The murmur of a fly
A shout from outside
His gun still cradled in his arms
He stared at me
And I learnt his face
Then I took away his gun
And laid a coin in its place


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