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2005

If we have nothing to die for
no pinnacle too high
then lets not wait for tomorrow
and shed any more tears to cry

 

to reply

we only say goodbye

for now
but welcome stories of memories ahead

 

his death is our life revived
his soul is in all of us instead

 

With events transpired

I do what i know how -

I write for this soul's peril

 

ironic, never one he read before now

perfect, the words have never been so clear

so right despite my bitter emotions in turn

 

I solemnly learn

to live a life earned
and even though I believe you are here with me now
I'll never befriend another like you here again

 

And as my heart soldiers
I grow older..
and wisdom breeds much remorse

for the young who physically are no more
but spiritually are more than ever
with them...we survive the endeavors together

 

hand in hand, soul to soul
these salts and sands of tangible life
mean nothing to those who feel the inner strife
of a love lost from such preventable cause

 

despite this woe

we all must know
that the ones who are no longer
are always with us;

the memories we share, the dreams we have
the ideas we possess, the life we live

 

Methods to cope and retain the hope
that we will always remember yesterday

with pride and joy

and we will never forget our loved ones

 

we will

never

forget

our loved ones

Author's Notes/Comments: 

RIP James Chassin

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"...stories of memories ahead..." nice :D


 

 

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Thank you, now...to totally

Thank you, now...to totally contradict the last comment, this one I've made almost no adjustments to over the last 12 years, and I don't really intend to, either.  This writing, and the one I put together a few months beforehand in 2004 when he passed, serve as a ..sort of timestamp for me.  Just raw emotion, very few poetic devices, just thoughts and words on a page.  I rarely feel content immediately after writing something, but this..and maybe 3 or 4 other exceptions, I felt like the door was closed on that topic.  Are they perfect? By no means...but they're the memories I don't want to forget, and those emotions are encapsulated here.