Poems for Funeral Services

CONDOLENCES!

by Peter Gracey

I penned my condolences for you loss,

Like saline drips the constant tears.

I cannot feel what you're feeling,

But if you can feel my heart it cares.

I sense your strength through the eyes of many,

Your burden is heaviest to bare.

For when you're weak, for you I'm strong,

So condolences from my heart,

IT CARES.

I'M FALLING

by Peter Gracey

I am rough outside

But gentle inside

I laugh outside

But cry inside

How long can I fake it?

I ask myself

I am desperately in need of someone else.

Who can calm me down?

Who can give me hope?

Who can make me smile?

Inside and out

The fear of insanity drives me wild

I curl in my corner like a desperate child

My spirit forces tears, but they won’t drip

I am holding on to life, but I’m losing my grip

Help me! Help me! I cried for help

But down the dark road of nowhere, I’ve lost myself

I’m falling, I see death

It’s cold and moist

But I fell in the lap of Jesus Christ.

FLY AWAY

Peter Gracey

I know of a current situation that left me with no choice

Metamorphosis mechanism caused me to feel this way

Creeping around feeling lonely like a unmanned rover 

Sooner or later becomes an unwanted stay – one day I’ll fly away.

Those who stomp, put an end to a life not splendidly judged

But minds will change for a majestic fare

Conviction changes as I am halfway settled and easily smudged

Cannot be stumped but can be held if managed with care – one day I’ll fly away

Why am I prejudged with your unprincipled stare?

Am I not a brilliant mutation or such?

Look at me as I slither without logic 

Soon you’ll love me and love me much – one day I’ll fly away

Disheartening feelings and a disappointed heart

Breaking through my skin as I’ve outgrown my form

Only a sense of love when I completely tear myself apart

And will shortly satisfy you as I transform – soon I’ll fly away

A strange crawler you on occasion saw in me

Now I’m hanging from a leaf

I was once a nightmare of a caterpillar

Fly away – fly away

Now a butterfly I am

I’ll fly away!

 SILENCE PLEASE

by Peter Gracey

Silence please, clear your thoughts,

Think of no one else but me.

This is my moment, the last with you,

In my physical form to see.

As I am here with you, I wish you could perceive,

The smile upon my face.

A solitary moment, one moment in time,

With love, kind-hardheartedness and grace.

If I could write original songs,

Canaries I’d wish to sing.

With melodies of tears and notes of love,

My guardian angels bring.

Oh how sweet are the chords of heavenly soul,

As I travel through your minds.

Oh how I love the life I lived,

Knowing you were all so kind.

As this, the final time we meet,

Make sure your life is right.

Life is too simple to squabble and fuss,

Don’t be enraged before retiring at night.

You can never tell if you’ll see tomorrow,

To sing your final song.

I request of you with one last plea,

Love as hard, and as hard as you can.

Silence please! I take my bow,

And I curtsy with a grin.

Enjoy your day and the rest of your lives,

Until we meet again.

CRY

By Peter Gracey

Your flaws are perfect and is adequate for my collection,

Your smile is pleasing and cannot be overdone.

Your tears are seductive and merits protection,

Your voice was off-pitched and needed no correction.

Why do I cause myself to fall for your imperfections?

Why do I cause myself to solicit for your exclusion?

Why do I come to these unparalleled conclusions?

Why do I make myself open for uninformed questions?

Maybe my frequencies are in tuned to your vibrations,

Maybe I’m lost and this just an illusion.

Maybe it’s because I’m in need of your perpetual affections,

Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m disorganized and In need of alteration.

Your perfect flaws were added to my collection,

Your pleasing smile was perfect and not overdone.

How do I explain my feelings when you’re not in my protection?

Your off-pitched voice is not available for any corrections.

You’ve lived the life and I miss you greatly,

I think about you with love and can imagine you gently.

I wished for your touch, but your touch is no more,

Alone in these wastelands, alone I explore.

I cry, I cry, I beg and I plea,

One last cry, your face I must see.

One last touch so impossible for me,

One single teardrop, the last one for me.

Alone I am, your love I still crave,

Alone I am, sometimes sad, sometimes brave.

Alone I am when I depart and wave,

From  the loneliness of my heart, I cried at your grave.

I miss you!

ESCAPE

Peter Gracey

I’m stuck between a rock and a cemented wall,

It’s a place where I call hell.

Where my conscience knows not love

And my smile twisted as plastic,

No abundance of affection

Can you tell?

Where is my place on this earth?

Was I born to die and not to live?

Some were born to take and not to give,

Hatred for the few 

But the few,

They learn to live and they learn to forgive.

Where is my place?

I own nothing here.

Some think they are in control,

While some are controlled.

Some seem to love

And some not to care

Why do I go on?

And why am I so addicted to life?

Why do I pursue a mate?

Why do I enjoy the feeling of flesh?

A tender kiss and a tender touch?

Why in the physical I put my faith?

A rock and a wall and no way out,

Hard places on six sides and no moving about.

As the walls closes in and the space becomes tight,

Already losing hope, undetermined to fight.

My happiness is gone so my heaven is done,

Hell is my home, my conscience is come.

As I look around emptiness, hollow as can be,

Distended are the eyes but nothing they see.

Departing from life I take my last breath,

Accepting my conscience and taking a bow.

Escaping the wrath and accepting my death;

Goodnight I must go now..