BLOOD COVERED WHITE COLORED DOVES By Jasen Sousa
BLOOD COVERED WHITE COLORED DOVES
The scene, so serene,
like a dream that wasn’t totally visible.
There I laid and there I stayed,
I watched while people prayed, intelligently invisible.
Stretched on a scaffold, rosary beads and a pen I hold,
warm hands touching this man, corpse compassionately cold.
To me it was clear, but to those who still required air,
not aware that I stare, still there, soul in the shadows lurking.
I like to tease, my buried breath makes people freeze,
plight of the planet I tried to please, it left me hopelessly hurting.
For those who are not certain, for those who have lost faith,
you do die, but like sleep, you are able to awake.
The sound of wind chimes as people stand in lines,
coming to see a mangled mind which they believe no longer operates.
I did not follow an angel playing the flute, I took another route,
a masterful mute who turned away from Heaven’s gate.
Becoming something hollow,
I will die and still live again to see tomorrow!
It has become dark, only able to hear the beating of my own heart,
proceeding in a procession towards my final resting place.
Put to rest with no one able to hear the heroic heart that beat inside my chest,
nothing left, except the stone statue standing in the cemetery that is now my face.
This world tends to drain everything a person loves,
when I died they let fly in the sky above, blood covered white colored doves.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©
The scene, so serene,
like a dream that wasn’t totally visible.
There I laid and there I stayed,
I watched while people prayed, intelligently invisible.
Stretched on a scaffold, rosary beads and a pen I hold,
warm hands touching this man, corpse compassionately cold.
To me it was clear, but to those who still required air,
not aware that I stare, still there, soul in the shadows lurking.
I like to tease, my buried breath makes people freeze,
plight of the planet I tried to please, it left me hopelessly hurting.
For those who are not certain, for those who have lost faith,
you do die, but like sleep, you are able to awake.
The sound of wind chimes as people stand in lines,
coming to see a mangled mind which they believe no longer operates.
I did not follow an angel playing the flute, I took another route,
a masterful mute who turned away from Heaven’s gate.
Becoming something hollow,
I will die and still live again to see tomorrow!
It has become dark, only able to hear the beating of my own heart,
proceeding in a procession towards my final resting place.
Put to rest with no one able to hear the heroic heart that beat inside my chest,
nothing left, except the stone statue standing in the cemetery that is now my face.
This world tends to drain everything a person loves,
when I died they let fly in the sky above, blood covered white colored doves.
Taken From
Almost Forever By Jasen Sousa (Written between age 22 and 23)
©