Goodbye, My Friend

In memory of a true friend…

The Haunted Lullaby

IMG_20140420_171710_438Rest in Peace to my friend Chyna – 1998 – 2015

My sweetest girl,

Loyal friend,

You were always there,

Sharing unconditional love,

Until the end,

Seventeen years is a long time,

But it surely feels like not enough,

I thank you for what you provided,

All that you did,

You helped me thru shallow times,

Always providing a guiding light,

My companion right by my side,

Laying with me each night,

Gentle goodness in your heart,

You and I are family forever,

Even in passing, that will never end.

I miss you,

I love you,

Feel no more pain,

Rest in sweet sleep,

Goodbye, my friend,

In the Elysian Fields,

I will see you again.

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This morning, June 27, 2015, I laid my sweet little girl to rest. I have had her for almost 17 years. She passed peacefully. I miss her already.

This is the last picture I took of her on June 26, 2015. This is the last picture I…

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Unconditional Love

The Haunted Lullaby

Unconditional Love

I know the day is near,

Time for final goodbyes,

I never imagined it this way,

I thank you for the companionship,

What you brought each day,

Heart filled with unconditional love,

A shining light through the darkest of days,

I know my actions are right,

But guilt stands in the way,

I know I have to do this,

I want to say I am sorry,

But I know I’m freeing you from pain.

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Weekly Challenge May4 – Duets – “Hell’s Hand Satchels”

Written by Mockingbird Down and Americana Injustica

“Why do we sit at this table, my Friend?
in the back of the bar behind the pirate’s curtain,
I believe that we somehow have each been,
on separate paths to the same trouble, again;
these kinds of places mean only one thing,
the scars on our faces are rather telling,
now let’s drink and divulge in our comradery,
but, why is it that your hands are trembling?”

“Don’t sip so fast, my dear. My hands only
tremble because of the quieted rage I have grabbing
at my chest. Can you see them, love?
The demons of the bastards and the whores as they
laugh and squeal in time to each others bleating?
I have brought us here, for clear and precise reasons,
and your scars will only serve you well by the time
the reckoning has begun. It is a very beautiful night.”

“Aye – you’re right; what a perfected, star-filled sky,
epochs in time, they still shine – a shrine to you and I,
a luminary mapping of the vengeance in your eyes,
a twinkling mirror image of the bastards that must die;
Now sit back and let your chains down, my friend,
indulge in the strength of our unity, once again,
we both know how it goes: it’s us against them,
in an infinite war for the Hell that we find comfort in.”

“You speak truth. I have grown weary of these chains
and the weight they add to my steps. My shoulders have
become accustomed to carrying burden of injustice; Hell’s
hand satchels; filled with the names of the hunted horsemen
who failed to do what we must do. But – I share this load with you;
my kin both in the infected shadows, and in the guileful light.
Intoxication it is, my friend, both of the mind and of the body.
Tonight we watch the stars unfold, and light the way for morning.”

~Don’t Despair~

Unintentional hurt
Is hurt all the same
I felt your heart
When it broke in twain
Brick by brick
You started your wall
Mortared tight to prevent
Further fall
Don’t shut me out
You mean more to me
Than words could express
You are my friend
The very best
Please let me still be yours
Please don’t shut that door
Let me help
Let’s find a way
We’ll make lists
Don’t let this
Be all there is to say
Don’t despair
Don’t give in to fear
Please…
Let’s fight and win

©Paris Poems 2015