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Pray For Las Vegas

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First round not a threat to life,

Initially many believed.

Fire-works, they began to look,

But colorful lights they did not see.

 

Screams from the crowd erupted,

People began to run and fall.

Blood started to flow,

From faces, necks and hearts.

 

Which way to run, no one knew.

What direction were the bullets coming?

At least 20 minutes it seemed, continuous rounds,

Automatic weapons rushing.

 

59 dead, over 500 injured,

Our city forever changed.

Pray for Las Vegas.

Each victim has a story and a name…

 

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

October 3, 2017

Image: http://nashvillepublicradio.org/post/country-music-performers-respond-after-mass-shooting-las-vegas-festival#stream/0

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Demon Addiction…

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Another life lost,
To the demon addiction.
Death was his conclusive escape,
Not sure it was his intention.

While our aim is not always our demise,
We use with fierce intensity.
Seeking oblivion in any form,
Some sort of life-reprieve.

False serenity,
Destructions serenade,
Despondent over failed attempts to stop,
This bondage is so difficult to evade…

Try as we may to fight it alone,
It’s hold is unrelentingly vicious.
It’s cold fingers grasp us by the throat,
Carving ownership brands into our flesh.

It’s easy to submit to the nagging pull,
Sometimes it’s just too hard to fight.
We buy into the illusion,
That this is our only hope, for life.

Rest for your soul I wish for you.
The tears no longer will plague your days.
Pains final release, what you were searching for,
Has arrived, just so sorry it ended this way…

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

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Final Good-bye…

The final good-bye,
They could not have predicted.
Her grief was only slightly premature,
As she continued willing life into the lifeless.

Vainly hoping he’d pull through,
That the wounds weren’t all that bad.
But as the blood blanketed more of her hands,
She realized she was losing her dad.

She spoke offerings of absolution,
From the harm he had caused.
Making sure he knew she loved him,
Despite his errors and flaws.

She can’t be sure he heard her.
If he understood the love in her expressed sentiments.
But she swears she saw peace arrive,
As she witnessed his struggle’s end.

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

 

 

 

 

To Those I Love…

If my demise seems premature,
Know I was at peace with this life.
Mourn my passing a short season.
Let the tears fall, then dry your eyes.

There were many years of struggle,
Mixed with joy and triumphant song.
All led me to God’s loving arms
Know I am there where I belong,

Know I loved you with my heart whole.
Thanks for your part in my journey.
You showed me the meaning of love,
And I hope you felt loved by me.

We are not promised our next breath.
I’m pained by thoughts of leaving you.
But there is a purpose and time,
To all, though the days feel too few.

My heart’s a part of yours always,
Immortalized by memories.
I am not gone, I’ve just moved on.
Remain hopeful we’ll again meet.

©E.D. Allee
January, 2014

Note: this is not meant as a melancholy prelude to suicide… Just mortality acknowledgement. Love and peace to you all!

 

 

 

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On My Tombstone…

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I’d like to change my tombstone up,

Scratch off items that no longer apply

I never gave much thought to it before

I once welcomed the day I would die

Words etched in stone, I avoided considering

I cared not about the how or why

I want an altered, accurate truth to prevail

Not cemented, false lies

 

Here lies Elizabeth,

She lived and died with careless fury

She lived a life of self-destruction

And died prematurely

Drink and drugs inside her, among broken glass

A victim of a tragic story

Suicide by overdose,

Plagued by deaths vainglory

 

Considering what I want now,

Upon my stone grave

Words, once accurate, have faded into obscurity

I now think about my life, and death, in a new way

 

Here lies Elizabeth

Surrounded by the light she knew while she lived

She spread joy and love

To a world in desperate need of it

She sought to exist on a selfless plane

To other’s needs she did commit

She succeeded at her endeavors

Holding strong to God’s offered relationship

 

With grace she caressed her time on earth

With an unbound spirit she was free

She walked among the swaying wild flowers

And upon the raging sea

Mountains were as stepping stones

And she could rise above the trees

She knew the joy of living

Despite no guarantees

Fear could not contain her heart

Anger was simply an idiosyncrasy

 

We know not the arrival or method of our demise

We should not choose our own passing

But we can aspire to live in a way

Which brings glory everlasting

What will be on your tombstone

When your earthly body fades to gray?

Will your tombstone reflect light

Or will darkness and sorrow, cement convey?

 

I would love to take credit for this inspired idea. However, I give credit to a leader in a treatment program I was in.  He gave a lecture about scratching off items we don’t want on our tombstones.  I was strongly moved.  My unrealized tombstone was pretty ugly.  I’m on the side of “living” now.  I’m experiencing what life has to offer-clear-minded.  And, God willing, a happier display will be etched in the stone marker assigned my earthly body.  Changing up the tombstone baby!

 

©E.D. Allee

September 17, 2013

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