Love Grave..



Trees whip back as wind tracks patterns felt to time.. when smiles offered happy ways coffee was a dime..

Warmth of friends past a bend feel a thing to save.. memory cannot call those buried a Love Grave.. never see their eyes again.. just a fleeting thought.. place of past conclusions..

in an earthen lot..

       suicides forsaken brides faithless though they be.. personal felt deep inside the heart of me..

       casual pretty.. talking on a stoop.. statement by Pam Stacey died beneath a chicken coop.. did she sing a little diddy when reds hit her mind?.. ‘chicken shit oh chicken shit petty in design’..

       others beneath angry waves.. understood in calm.. bluest blackest has no color  death hand lay its palm..

      living I knew and loved who ran to the dark.. end of life.. no mystery.. no music in the park.. sunshine rain.. joy and pain.. all will seek to cease.. a final control option..

      timing death’s release..

bitter tears of loss pain heart blood cries ragged breath.. lonely I feel cheated.. in each needless death..

A chicken coop.

A chicken coop..


Your time is the gift of life.. my time with a friend is the strength of caring.. Peace Tony



About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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