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Visiting The Cemetery
Last chance of revival...
What is life?
A journey..
Destination?
Grave..
Destiny?
Death..
"Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave am crawling..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave it's boring..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
For the sake of friendship take a trip to Chattanooga..
Come visit me in the cemetery..
On Sundays I heard random voices shouting hallelujah!..
It's too unconsecrated Ted!
That this I stated..
This haunting voice keeps calling me out Oh! You desperado..
I could have resisted them, but this voice came from so many sopranos..
My life's forfeit condemning me for an Excommunicado..
All these gas canisters inside my missing cargo..
Don't ever mistake my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness
I am not the man sent from your uncle.. And I am not the clown pogo..
A passport in my possession bearing the name Zomorano..
In a twist of fate, I am Numero Uno..
The compensatory mechanism of my failing heart an ailment of mine over the years my treatment is with an avocado..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave am crawling.
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave it's boring..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
For the sake of friendship take a trip to Chattanooga..
Come visit me in the cemetery..
On Sundays I heard random voices shouting hallelujah!..
What is life?
A journey..
Destination?
Grave..
Destiny?
Death..
"Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave am crawling..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave it's boring..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
For the sake of friendship take a trip to Chattanooga..
Come visit me in the cemetery..
On Sundays I heard random voices shouting hallelujah!..
It's too unconsecrated Ted!
That this I stated..
This haunting voice keeps calling me out Oh! You desperado..
I could have resisted them, but this voice came from so many sopranos..
My life's forfeit condemning me for an Excommunicado..
All these gas canisters inside my missing cargo..
Don't ever mistake my deliberate short-sightedness for blindness
I am not the man sent from your uncle.. And I am not the clown pogo..
A passport in my possession bearing the name Zomorano..
In a twist of fate, I am Numero Uno..
The compensatory mechanism of my failing heart an ailment of mine over the years my treatment is with an avocado..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave am crawling.
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
In this grave it's boring..
Will you come visit me in the cemetery?..
For the sake of friendship take a trip to Chattanooga..
Come visit me in the cemetery..
On Sundays I heard random voices shouting hallelujah!..
Published 23rd May 2021
| Edited 24th May 2021
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23rd May 2021 5:32pm
Intense imagery.... I enjoyed the questioning nature you elicited and the thought provoking this evoked...
Intriguingly penned
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Intriguingly penned
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B
23rd May 2021 5:43pm
23rd May 2021 7:31pm
This has to be one of your most interesting poems from you I've read. In addition, I love when a poet can be versatile with his pen..it shows the worth of his beautiful craft and yours here has been showcased
23rd May 2021 7:39pm
I drafted this for a while only publish it today. The idea came from a novel I am working on currently on hiatus.
Thanks once again KittyCat!..
Thanks once again KittyCat!..
