In a message dated 9/18/06 4:53:54 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Parthenope's dear tomb; fall; leaves; marble; might that noise reside
fall in universal ruin; leaves; marble; noise; languished hope revived
leaves of an unvalued book; marble; noise; hope; sceptre or quaint staff
as we wander from womb to tomb, we ever seek caring room.....i want no bomb in my tomb... no noise is allowed in my shroud...
david inkey, the UN poet
No noise is allowed, in my shroud
No noise is allowed, in my shroud,
I do decry the reason why…
'Tis cuz of Satan's cruel rule…
Three days in Hell…
Just now, fully alive, I thrive,
Yet, before I go to Glory
My Story… I must my tell,
“What?” You exclaim, you proclaim,
You suggest, I might stay in Hell!
Heaven's my destination… predestination…
I don't know why you yell?
No noise is allowed, in my shroud
For Heaven's sake, Paradise or Hell?
On Earth, I stand my ground…
Friends, please, gather 'round
I will make some sound…resound…
My story must be heard…
Though in part absurd…
Good cheer is allowed, in this crowd…
Though Life may be rife with strife,
She never silences my drums and fife…
On my last day, fanning fires with Devilish desires,
With a sharp knife, Satan cuts my plan. a longer span…
Devil, get behind me… You steal my verb, LIVED…
You reverse all my senses into your noun. DEVIL…
Three days in Hell and I will be free…
To Eternity…
david inkey, 120303
