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I hope I’m 17 in Heaven Rock’n Van Halen, sneaking into bars Living for the night and hanging in the sun. Sure hope I’m 17 in Heaven when my breathin’ days are done.
With Such Profound Thoughts Ive Felt You Before As You Guided My Hand When You're Near Yet Not Around..... I See The Connection While Others Just See Their Time And Their Space
One Can Only Imagine This Place I Cannot Describe..... In Between This Darkness Of Time Trespassing Through This Light Into Life It Was You, Guiding My Way..... I Became A Spectator Of My Own Life
I always said  I'd rather freeze than burn Because ice can melt But ashes remain
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.  
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared, The children sprang from their homes and met at the center. Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant? It's all I have ever asked of someone. How is someone to be omnipresent? They cry "all hail the one and only son."
. Life never stops they say, Its the history of our tale, Gifts and talents we've acquired, Hustling to reach our goals. . In the route of tornadoes and strife, We stumble and fall,
Where Blue Meets Blue
What comes after death? What lies beyond the final breath? Is the body just a mere shell? Do we really go to heaven or hell? Or the murky fields of Asphodel? Or are we all under a spell?
I’m everywhere.I’m all around.I’m not in one place.  I don’t have a body.I am more than a body. I don’t take up any space.I don’t have any insides.I don’t have any outside. 
I opened my eyes today once that was a game I'd playLearned through heartache and pain.I pray every night you're not dead you're okayDiscovered how to live even in down pouring rain. 
To Whom it May Concern,   I hope this letter finds you alive and well, because at least that would make one of us.  
When you die, a lot of people believe you go live up in the sky. I think your spirit thrives and lives wherever it wants to arrive.
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins. The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders. My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
Silent Ones   When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold, And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
With a fierceness beyond my very own, They haunt the lands searching of peace. Loneliness and isolation are their eyepiece, As they roam through the emptiness alone.
So close to death, I’m already decomposing So close to life, My heart has barely stopped beating
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones: non fui, fui, non sum, non curo-- “I was not, I was, I am not, I don’t care.”
You now know the answer  To my most frequent question I never dared to try  Knowing I couldn’t share the information How is it? 
See the thing about God is... People You, me, he, she, I, they, we... People love to forget their own purpose. Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
I wonder what happens to us   When the blood no longer courses through our veins, When we eternally close our eyes to the light and color and beauty of this world
In my ultimate refrain I've only my sorrows On the edge of the morrow Shouting the regrets of my pain! Whither indwells my disdain I am hither harrowed My path is narrowed
When memory calls upon me I sit to remember Joyous or Melancholy Awake or in slumber The sights I have seen The things I have known The people I’ve loved Even though some are gone  
Holding onto your last breath, 
drive with me five myth flea take that key bake in the drivers seat temptation and pure refresher cremation and peer pressure party all night sleep all day
All is one in the universe, son. You need not fear, we all end up dying young. Remarkable fortune will surely appease Your preoccupied mind and your failure to see That salvation is in front of your eyes.
You awaken my ungratified soul, Lest I lay in the snare of my skin and bones, You resemble an angels grace and a sense of hope, Take my spirit and don't let go.   Call me in and let the light rush forth,
Gently floating down, Gliding past lavender crowns, Down, down, falling, Brushing past flowers, and whispering, Sweet, sweet words of love, joy and pain; Exchanging memories
something i thought for a while now, 
I can’t see you, but maybe you can see me.  Even if our eyes can’t reach through this thinly veiled reality that I live in, I know you’re watching and waiting patiently for me anyway.
The ominous shudder of the dark The time of night when Death should mark Those who will not pull through their strife He will come and take their life   The angels sing as you arrive
Girl in Blue wading in golden grain so tall it tickles her palms as she strides toward a nearby spruce. She breathed in the air fresh from a recent rain.
You left. Without a "see ya later" 
Seeing Angels passing by, I know you're safe with them. Even though I cry, my only feeling is Zen.   Walking through the door, of your eternal homecoming, you have found so much more,
You’ve looped yourself around me You’ve laced yourself through me You’ve tied your knot inside me You’re tangled up about me You refuse to let me go.
Death will come regardless. What’s after is what I fear. Will I burn in hell forever, Or be with God a thousand years?  Will I sing in a band of demons, Or be in the holy choir? Will I repent at the feet of God, Or will he call me a liar?  Can you
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
His eyes rose to her at once: a girl his age, towering over him, ox-wide and fair-haired, a model for that opera about rings.   Northern lights trickled from wounds beside her temples.
When I die, my body will become the grass When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass My spirit will be an overwhelming mass And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class
Green, lush flora, flowing, swirling 'round.Such beauty remains unaffected y man,If only it was left to itself.Earth will continue post-humankind,Lacking our catastrophic disturbance.
Flaming trees sway in an airless breath, but all you see is variants of black . The gnarly wood, that isn't there, burns in a fiery ice. Red and black, flows the water; blue and silver burns the flames,
Falling slowly as time does pass All my problems seem to amass Into some great raging abomination Overtaking me with dark sensation
Oh, to find the slumber and peace that eludes me with every twist and bend of these unfamiliar streets I'm the sheltered homeless beneath the glass future that breaks more each second
Walking into a coffee shop I see an old man Dark black suit Great white tie Golden gloves on his hands
Watching your body as it lay there so cold While trying my hardest to look so bold turning, I see people staring in spite cause you and I are dressed all in white so taking the stand, a few words I will say
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