AVALON

Take my body to Avalon
Place it on the pyre
When my shell disappears
Drink loudly and sing
Raise your swords and axes
As my ash is taken by the wind
Laugh like men
Wave me goodbye
To the gates of Valhalla
A warriors end
To join the ranks of the afterlife
Guardian angels of the living
No sorrow
Just joy
Not gone
Just altered
Home.

© Tony McNally

SUICIDE POEM DANIEL SEANEY

MY SUICIDE LETTER

Daniel Seaney (Life Between the Handle Bars)

Cold, black, steel, pressed firmly against my head

38 special, a trigger pull away from being dead..

Tears roll down cheeks, even though I’m unafraid

Ready for what’s next; consequences already made..

I’m not quitting or hiding behind the sound of a gun,

Rather pressing forward into the darkness I RUN!

Over this disaster called “LIFE” with its quotas and rules

Where SHEEP are led to the slaughter by liars like fools…

Do what you’re told don’t ever stop to ask “WHY?”

Put RESPONSIBILITY and BLAME on some other guy.

AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT IS FULLY AWAKE??

How far can they push us before we all BREAK??

WHY AM I EVEN TRYING TO MAKE ANY WAVES??

SHEEP don’t LISTEN! Headed for their GRAVES!

I SHOULD HAVE DIED IN THAT GOD FORSAKEN LAND!

In the deserts of IRAQ where I didn’t have to understand:

That everything I BELIEVE, everything around me I SEE

Has nothing to do with AMERICA, it’s all about MONEY!!!

TRAINED with ETHICS, MORALS, and to STAND FOR THE RIGHT

In this I’m a FAILURE… WHY DID I BOTHER TO FIGHT??

For a DREAM, a COUNTRY that doesn’t even exist,

AMERICA merely a PLAYGROUND for the RICH!

Where boys like me are chewed up then spit out

After the killing is done, what do they care about?

Not HIM, YOU, or I; we’re left all on our own

To try to find ourselves, to build a new home.

Continually I fail, fail, fail… Left with nowhere to run…

BUT this time it was different I didn’t reach for a GUN!

I threw it all in the trash, I started out fresh

With bars to grab and a throttle to press!

I pulled the trigger and killed all I had become,

I destroyed the programming one by one,

I am no longer the man torn apart at the seams!

COMMITTED SUICIDE by living the LIFE of my DREAMS!

Now imagine your life doing some of the same?

What if you said “FUCK IT!” and GRABBED THE REINS?

WHERE WOULD YOU GO IF YOUR LIFE HAD NO STRINGS?

WOULD YOU? If YOU could CHANGE EVERYTHING?

I put down the GUN, but I KILLED the man in the mirror.

Since that very day I SEE the WORLD so much CLEARER!

I’ve beheld more beauty in just the last two weeks

From Malibu Beaches to the vast Yosemite Peaks…

I’ve TOUCHED the sky and I’ve danced with GOD!

Smallmouth and Rainbow Trout have hung from my rod

Children laughed and standing on a HARLEY I SCREAMED!

THANK GOD I KILLED MY LIFE AND STARTED LIVING A DREAM!

Now take whatever lesson from my words so random

BREAK LOOSE THE BONDS OF SLAVERY EMBRACE YOUR FREEDOM!

Daniel Seaney

THE FINAL INSPECTION

The soldier stood and faced God, 

Which must always come to pass.

He hoped his shoes were shining,

Just as brightly as his brass.

'Step forward now, you soldier,

How shall I deal with you ?

Have you always turned the other cheek ?

To My Church have you been true?'

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,

'No, Lord, I guess I ain't.

Because those of us who carry guns,

Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,

And at times my talk was tough.

And sometimes I've been violent,

Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,

That wasn't mine to keep...

Though I worked a lot of overtime,

When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,

Though at times I shook with fear.

And sometimes, God, forgive me,

I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,

Among the people here.

They never wanted me around,

Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,

It needn't be so grand.

I never expected or had too much,

But if you don't, I'll understand.

There was a silence all around the throne,

Where the saints had often trod.

As the soldier waited quietly,

For the judgment of his God.

'Step forward now, you soldier,

You've borne your burdens well.

Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,

You've done your time in Hell.

When you're lying alone in your Afghan bivvy

Great Poem from an anon British soldier LINK

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