I lost a friend to the bullet of a coward once many years ago. She saved someone else's life in the process. It's strange--the seeming randomness of the process. Why she was taken and I was left to live on. . . she had just as much to give as I do.
I raise my glass to your friend. He's going Home. No more doubt or fear or pain--there. Cheers, Dale.
Death, he is steathy, creeping up on us when we least expect, yet we know he's coming in some form whether it be an unwilling bullet or an annoying cancer.
Cowards. We see them in all shapes and forms, everyday.
Strength isn't an option, either we develop it or walk as the living dead, devoured at any sign of weakness or humanity.
The strength of the narrator is evident in this piece, and the metaphor of the stone is proof that faith prevails. Heaven is a relative term although I respect the belief in that spiritual surrender and that final journey home, hoping for all of us that true happiness lies there and we will be accepted for all the sins we commit.
I express deep sorrow for the loss of your friend. His soul lives because of your love and respect.
I can feel your anger, hurt, frustrations and finally the hope and strength to go on.
Beautifully written tribute to your friend Dale.
I'm sorry for the loss of your friend .I wish there were something I could say to ease your grief but I know there are no words that can do that my friend. However, know that I grieve with you, for your pain.
This is a great way to prostest against war.
I ask why anybody is claiming anything? When there
is enough for all of us? why not to share?
The underworld already begun to act against
humanity. there is no way back. I liked the ending,
dear Dale. Mwah.
I lost a friend to the bullet of a coward once many years ago. She saved someone else's life in the process. It's strange--the seeming randomness of the process. Why she was taken and I was left to live on. . . she had just as much to give as I do.
I raise my glass to your friend. He's going Home. No more doubt or fear or pain--there. Cheers, Dale.
It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool
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Birth name: Dale Deadmond
Born November 20th, 1969
Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate.
This is my world of
my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..