Death Watch Over (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Death Watch Over
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Tribute to those who came in body, but mind left someplace, wanting to get back to living but not able to.
Billy called me need fifty to come home I want to die at home dead in mind already Dragged me from the hell under fire Ran five miles with me on his shoulder Sheriff said bail is waved Just have him back here Nurse said he is not breathing Cool night air as close to home as it gets Little tumblers fall in the padlocks Timbers are ash and cinder Embers burn in the glow of never know We sing the remembrance of lord�s song In the whisper of a dream bent to new Prisms leave a reflection image not seen All I have is a head that hurts and staggers We let a world of believe drive me forward Here the sky goes on forever in shape Blue and red turn to hue of never knew Tad of dope smiles and brings her hope Will you see me on the day of rebirth Strokes of growth feel sad morning walks Actions of the few control time we spend Blankets warm the body and cool the heart For the bed is but a place to rest lost conflict Silver slippers that dance on the throne Real feels the pain of steal in the night Child of my best heart left alone at home Smile keeps me coming from a troubled soul Terrible the wild side of freedom escaped While the shadows peel the ghost from the floor Table turns a bit south and lets the air out Society wins again soldiers march to empty Pretty little dress of white graces stage Tip a piece of me lost and never given to free Pictures in a book of our lives just a page Take the pillow in the middle as work has value Keep the door closed to the winners For the stage gobbled up their souls So long ago in the staggering underground Save and hold a hit for me Locks and keys open the view of my heart Out of her sight burns the last of my light So willing the trust closes in on the reality Hold the door wide for the heart is closed inside Many are the angels in hell Each a chance to see sugar man Spoon hot melted power Ecstasy left in the mind Shells find the last snail Moves to the end and die Who was stoned Why DOA

Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson

Reviewed on September 27, 2004

full of emotion, scary feel
like it is close too close to home.......

Reviewed by Alice Cooper (Reader)

Reviewed on September 26, 2004

Sort of in a haze?

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Very emotional touching read Walter!!

take care dear One!!

Love Tinka