Black Poetry : goodbye, my friend...

[baller]

as i lay, breathless
atop a hospital gourney
...life slipping away from me

beep....beep....beep....beep

heartbeat running
on 33 instead of the 45 RPMs
it takes to run me

the slow, drip-drop
is freezing moments
as life and time flashes by
and i wonder

how did i get here?

i fear no man
but how could this be
this spectre of death hovering over me

slow {ly}
my life flow
runs {away} from me

beep...beep...beep

the drip-drop of blood spots
from deep, embedded cuts
caused by gun shots
while i was high
...smoking blunts

i didn't know
...couldn't see
how many were there
coming after me

now,
i lay breathless
atop a hospital gourney
family and friends
crying over me

again, i ask
how could this be?

the cold fingers of death
grasping for me
BE STILL MY BLEEDING HEART
that pumps life through me
i see
as from the depths of the deepest sea
shadowy figures surrounding me

beep.....beep

wrapped in a blanket of darkness
i couldn't hear
...couldn't see
the many tears
you shed for me

beep............

as i walk the long walk
through that dark tunnel
that leads to the bright light
i want to say to you

my friend

i have enjoyed my time
...our time
that we've shared
me...there for you
you...showing you cared
when i said I NEED
you were always there
when you said WHAT'S UP
i had your back
that's only fair

as my ashes gets blown
away...like tiny clouds
of dust particles
until nothingness
is left
and all you can see
is the emptiness
of an open
canister
it's sinister
what this void of blackness
can be

as hopes and dreams
and fantasies
fade
into a deepening mist
of everlasting deception
playing its tricks on me
there is no after
just
forever darkness
surrounding me.

beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeepppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp......................................

 

[baller]

when the grim reaper strolls by...

there is no time for I WISH I DID THINGS DIFFERENT...you're either ready for it, or you're not...either way, you're ***'d out.

THANKS FOR THE READ, Cindy.

One.

{Not just me........hmmm}

 

[cocobutterskyn]

Baller,

This is deep, even frightening. I like the way you took it down, step by step to the last beep.....I'm in nursing and this is real. I guess that's why it feels so real.....Death, so sad, when you don't know the LORD. Very masterful work.

Mad Sistahly Love
CCBSKYN

 

[SuNNiOne]

The visuals are spectacular. The piece is moving.
The message. Stunning.

 

[baller]

Sherykah...

living in Detroit, i'm sure you're constantly reminded of how the beepless became so. too many of US becoming beepless in the process of trying to be DA MAN.

Coco...i was listening to a report last night...saying that people with chronic illnesses, who have a deep belief in GOD lives two or more years longer than similar patients who have no belief in GOD...or believes that GOD has abandoned them. GOD fills my life, daily. HE allows me to wake up. i thank HIM for all that i am...all that i have. keep up the work of healing our bodies...so that GOD can heal our souls.

SuNNiOne...thanks for feeling me on this one. Death is often MOVING. I just hope that this moves someone to examine their lifestyle...and move away from where they are, to a more comfortable place.

TO ALL OF YOU, THANKS FOR THE READ and the love.