Eerbetoon aan een dierbare overledene.

Door Pina Jones gepubliceerd in Met Eerbied

Dankjewel voor alles.

Uit respect voor jou publiceer ik dit.

Jammer dat je ons verliet. Maar je sprak altijd mooie, wijze, woorden.

Ik leef en ik wil blijven leven tot mijn natuurlijke dood zoals bij iedereen.

Door mij met jouw woorden te laten spreken kan ik jou eren in deze publicatie.

Vaarwel goeie jongen! Wij blijven hier op aarde maar weet:

We zullen je missen!

Ik vervul jouw laatste wens in deze blog.

Voor mensen die het niet snappen:

Deze volgende woorden zijn van een goede vriend.

Opgetekend en gepubliceerd door Pina Jones op zijn eigen verzoek :

 

DAMNATION DESTINY.

 

Lived my life, Upon a holy road.

My karma clean, The spirit is pure.

The aura white, And mirroring the soul.

Leave the body for one last trip.

 

Reaching nirvana, My personal revelation.

Out of this body, A higher destination.

Open the gates, And let the spirits sing.

I’m on my way, Arriving on a wing.

 

I am deceased, I am in hell.

 

Boxed in a case, My eternal bed.

Six feet deep, Under the holy shrine.

At one with ashes, At one with dust.

The last rites, I’m moving down.

 

A final journey, Going underground.

Open my eyes, Searching for a sound.

I’m fucked for life, And now I’m put to rest.

Where are you father, I was never blessed.

 

I am deceased, I am in hell.

 

CHUPACABRAS.

 

From out of nowhere, They hunt the  night.

Forever silent, The prey in sight.

Collect the tissue, It’s feeding...

And burn the wound, Stop bleeding...

 

With hideous eyes, And hands like claws.

A mouth of venom, And deadly jaws.

From a secret base, Their heart...

planning a mission, To start...

 

    They’re not from here.

    From another world.

    Explore the earth.

    Chupacabras...

 

He’s not from here, From a world unknown.

Changing appearance, Like a dinosaur clone.

Roll out his tongue, To operate...

Go for the heart, To separate...

 

The hunt now starts, For this alien beast.

To make an end, On his bloody feast.

The government, Investigated...

But still the cattle, Are mutilated...

 

    They’re not from here.

    From another world.

    Explore the earth.

    Chupacabras...

 

THE LION.

 

As the sun shines over me,

And marks my way.

A solar sign I will be.

From the very first day.

 

Twelve houses, shining bright.

Like a tree, I consume the light.

 

Place my body,

In the sea of stars,

To become a beast.

 

Place my body,

In the sea of stars,

To become a beast.

 

Subconscious Animal.

Escape from the ring.

Connect to be able,

Shape-shift in a king.

 

ABDUCTED.

 

A beam of light above you.

Transported in a static-free room.

Brought in for examination.

 

Grey figures surrounding you.

Paralysed, No movement possible.

Feelings of rest takes over you.

 

Abducted, Under hypnosis...

You flesh...

 

Injected with metal devices.

Your body is being explored.

Connected with biochemical systems.

 

Your brains are being screened.

Beamed back unto the earth.

Left behind with no sense of time.

 

Abducted, Under hypnosis...

The truth is revealed.

 

THE IDENTITY OF MARS

 

With polar caps at each side.

The water remains frozen.

Liquid beneath the surface.

 

Mountain tharsis on the North.

The air is filled with dust.

And four volcanoes counting.

 

The surface bombed to craters.

The landscape filled with desserts.

And huge rocks everywhere.

 

The ground extremely soft.

The eternal has been vaporised.

Blood-red coloured painting.

 

The atmosphere filled with chemicals.

But never will the air be breathable.

 

Heavy winds above the surface.

The skies are turning black.

One hundred miles per hour.

 

With orange/red appearance.

The roman God of war.

Fear has filled his name.

 

A fascination of alien life.

But never has been proofed.

Confirmed in seventy-six.

 

 

The need to start up colonies.

Inside the planes of Mars.

A future idea-fix.

 

The atmosphere filled with chemicals.

But never will the air be breathable.

 

REINCARNATED INTO NOTHING.

 

Within the heart, We try to find...

The centre of our soul.

When the body is our temple,

Is where we fail to comprehend.

We try to find our own identity.

In search of a greater galaxy.

We were connected once before.

Our past looks like a folklore.

 

An interstellar link...Our souls are on the brink.

The temple shows an open door.

For the ones whom walked this earth before.

 

And behind our mortal eyes.

Is where our structure seems to hide.

The physical side...and our spiritual side.

Which divides us in two.

We seem to look the other way.

To avoid the truth inside us.

We like to think our ways are written down.

Just performing on a divine stage.

 

And in the end we seek deliverance.

As we look upon the skies.

To confirm our naive certainties.

Which we never understand.

And the ones whom will remain.

Will collapse believe to gain.

A divine code of morality....

Flesh made human stupidity.

 

An interstellar link...Our souls are on the brink.

The temple shows an open door.

For the ones whom walked this earth before.

 

Uit respect......en met respect.....

R.I.P.

Uit privacy redenen geen naam van de overledene.

 

Voor Jou, 
Ik kan je geestelijk uittekenen, door deze éne zekerheid: Dat ik altijd op je kan rekenen. 
Ik wil je vertellen: Vriendschap is goed. De goede vriendschap, die bestaat tussen ons die doet mij zo goed. 
Vriendschap is veel waard, dat is zoals ook het gezegde gaat. Het is ook niet dat het me zorgen baart, want ik weet dat je me nooit in de steek laat. 
Of zal laten, want zoals elke morgen elke dag, of nacht niet is zonder zorgen, zo weet ik dat niets zal 'baten': 
Geen roddel, achterklap of ander bedrog zal tussen ons komen. Wij weten tenminste van elkaar: Bij ons is enkel de zuiverheid van onze vriendschap echt waar. 
De waarheid is dus: Onze vriendschap in al zijn pracht. En waarheid is wat telt. Doordat wij in onze onschuld oprecht aan elkaar geven, hebben wij de leugen totaal in zijn macht. 
Copyright: Erwina alias Pina Jones.

19/10/2019 02:43

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