Will a star in heaven burn out to die?
As teardrops fill the ocean, when the Angels cry.
A lost Soul searches for its own Spirit,
If you listen close you can almost hear it;
Desparately seeking its own sense of worth.
Searching endlessly all the parts of the earth;
Bound alone since the beginning of birth.
The path of life leaves only two choices;
As the wind carries old haunted voices
Of past, present, before and after
While the enchanted Forest echoes with laughter.
The Spirit speaks, but it is never heard
Because earths chaos drowns every word.
Continuously dodging worldly strife,
Forever hunting its purpose in life.
The candle is lit, lighting the dark.
Seen for miles, this flickering spark.
Spirit and Soul, bound by the heart;
Entwined as one, never apart.
Such a rare gift, from heaven above;
Is a simple little gift, called true love.
Only with this, can two become;
Together forever, eternally one.
So as I climb the stairway heaven bound,
Fear not, cuz Im a Lost Soul Found
William Berkley
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A Concerned Citizen
Subtitle:
Part 1
of the nation you claim elected,
but you ain't the one we selected.
You stole the election, and can't provide protection;
Just look at 9/11, bless those lost in heaven.
You said it was Osama who caused the drama,
Then why attack Iraq, and stab each citizen in the back?
You lied about Weapons of Mass Destruction;
It's just another form of government corruption.
Here's a message to the citizens who don't know it,
read the lines from this pissed off militant poet.
America Defined, lead by the blind,
educate your mind, to crooked politicians who hide behind,
a Red, White, and Blue disguise.
Open up your eyes, so you can realize,
how I puncture the structure of these lies.
While you sit amazed, do you feel the rage,
of this youthful sage, locked in a cage?
As I spit the truth, to the youth, across the nation;
the government teaches and preaches,
subliminal psychological manipulation.
It starts in class with false education,
fear of retaliation,from a hesitant conversation,
of a conspiracy theory, that makes us leary.
Listen up close so you can hear me,
there is no democracy.
We live in plutocracy, controlled by ochlocracy,
and total disregard for the constitution.
Innocently unjust execution!
The common citizen is the governments prostitution;
but it doesn't have to be, why cant you see,
the penitentiary promotes homosexuality,
and encourages the pedophile, if your in denial,
check the Federal file, to build a profile,
to put on trial all the politicians who promote this style;
and let this bullshit fly, then you wonder why,
I ask you to look each citizen in the eye,
and attempt to try and justify,
all those who die, can you hear their cry?
Why won't they get off our backs?
warrentless wire taps,
illegal info gathered by stacks,
NSA claims will stop the attacks,
What's wrong with these cats?
School kids busting caps,
filled with hate and rage,
what's wrong with this day in age?
See: you did what they told you,
now they control you.
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The Funeral
Dressed in black, up early in the morning.
It's the dusk of dawn, weather's storming;
gloomy day, the whole family's mourning.
I tried to comfort mom with a warm embrace,
but the tears kept trickling down her face.
She just sat there, crying with a blank stare;
as if she saw through me and I wasn't even there.
its made me wonder alot about death.
What happens after that final
breath?
and the life you use to live will reflect through your mothers eyes.
Helpless, you watch as your mother cries.
Confused, it makes you realize.
One day you got to leave this place.
Bewildered, you stare at your mothers face.
So mentally you start your journey up into outer space,
searching for clues you try to solve this case.
You just can't grasp it,
as you stand in line to view the casket.
Suddenly, pure tranquility.
Your engulfed by the feel of serenity,
total bliss puts your mind at ease.
" Here lies a man not scare to die, may he rest in peace."
That's when you notice your own dead body right by your side,
horrified you scream and start to back it up;
if you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up.
That's cuz your standing in a tunnel of eternal light,
and you see the ones you never learned to love and like.
If you ain't at peace with God you need to make it right
Terrified you shriek cuz your time is near.
Paralyzed, you look to the sky in fear;
as you hear'
a thunderous voice inside your ear.
The rigor mortis starts to set, now your out of here.
William Berkley
2006
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My Life
of all My Life, this day was the worst.
I
was violently snatched from My Life,
help hostage since with continuous strife.
I
was born January 16th, 1979,
but My Life didn't begin for quite some time.
My Life began September 7th, 1996.
No other day was as sweet as this!
My Life is my love and my one true
heart.
She's also my jigsaw puzzle and we've been ripped apart.
My Life is my soul,
without her I've no where to go.
Without My Life, I'm already dead.
So now I lay here in a grave, my new death bed.
They won't let me see My Life's
wonderful smile,
I wish they'd wake me up from this state of denial.
To see My Life, I constantly beg and
plead;
to no avail, so now my soul must bleed.
To me, My Life is more precious than a
rose,
and nobody even knows,
That a trillion words couldn't say just
how I feel.
A trillion years from now My Life, I'll be loving you still.
My Life is the air in the lungs and the
blood in my veins,
without her my heart cries and screams in pain.
Like peanut butter and jelly go hand
and hand,
So did My Life and I, when we played in the sand.
Would you like some sugar with your tea?
We use to laugh and play so happily.
Some say this poem contradicts itself.
If this is you, reanalyze it yourself.
Still don't understand? Give this a try;
to grasp it, open your minds third eye.
As I sit in this concrete box,
while the state uses me to raise their stocks.
Sentenced to death, I'm a lamb waiting
for my slaughter;
but for those who don't get it, My Life is my daughter.
William Berkley
4/4/06