I Write To The Rhymes Of My Own Funeral

Not from my recent work, Maybe mids of 2007. - (medieval-Shakespearian old English) -

I Write To The Rhymes Of My Own Funeral

days go by...
my memories like wax they crust!
wilst thy, be looked upon...
and shall be washed away like dust!
walk along this path...
but stumble not at this bed...
or shalst thee and the reaper be wed!
wilst thy not bother me' cradle...
where shall finally give rest to me' head!

be cursed all whom cries upon this grave...
thus burnst he who shakes me' bone!
be me a Goodman... and spell the love i gave...
thus be blissed all who spares this stone!
and leaveth thy what sees your eye...
to linger in your head unknown!
look upon my sky...
watch angels, as they dance to this holy tone...
as i leave this world...
i face them waves alone...
through a river of my destiny...
with knives, so over-flown...
ones that were in my back...
ones that are god's own!

in such brook of dreams...
drowns me' boat!
only clouds of darkness in such place...
that float!
such so far away...
lives for which we've sought...

to have wondered why the sky is so high...
'tis because my brother...
we... are too short!!!!


by: The Black Iris, Of The Luminous Imperious

Reviews

[Ahmad Alhour]

Deep and Challenging...
You are talking about Life & Death and how you've been struggling to get rest in your life for today, between them...
And i guess that you've found death is whats going to please you at the end of all things...
That you are going to die soon and leave this world with honor as you leave every thing even "yourself" behind you as you enter that eternal journey...

Bless ye for this poem...
Good job...
Keep up the good stuff...