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This poem is about a dream I hade a few years ago, after God found me laying in a pool of self pity, confusion and anger. I plan on this being my last poem I will publish on this site for a while, I am going to try to put all my poetry into a book. As i said I PLAN on it but you never know, I enjoy this site and most of the people on it. From what i have heard from many intelligent people is that my work has a good message and now I try to share it with the rest of the world. if any of my new friends I have made in this site, and I do count you as friends, please go through my 60+ poems and give any honest comments that you can. If ANY one would like to comment to me privitely you can email me, my email address is on my bio page. Thank you to anybody to has ever read my work, and I will continue to read and leave comments. Tyrone Slade.


Submitted:Jan 8, 2007    Reads: 148    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


I stand in a grave yard,

Black as night is the sky,

Flame shoot from the far end,

Of this place of the dead,

Hight into the night.

Men, women and children,

Crawl from beneath the graves,

All in hopeless states of decay,

Crying and groaning,

Seeking and combing,

Searching for the light of day.

As they walk towards me,

They begin to come to life,

Husbands and children,

Mothers and friends,

With new life in their eyes.

Colors and creeds,

Men from every nation,

Looking at me with thanks,

But giving God the congratulation.

I fell to my knees,

I hold my head,

Then, then I knew,

I would help,

Bring life into the dead.





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