*********************************************************Tonight within the bleeding crown
Above the yearning sun
Unto a lone bended knee
Below the void
I sing a song
Lost by godly hands
Amongst the forevermore Dorian Grey nights
To the holy dances far below
Simply to see
The Tempting Sun
Waken from peaceful deep slumber
To the idle vampires dining with velvet rented jackets
With wild stormy story hearts
Sitting like naked servants
To the infinite questions left for a room
Filled with mirrors
Like a lover’s discourse
With each mirror
Stitched together by the mighty hands of Venus
Forevermore
Bleeding
Before the Canterville ghost
And
All the funeral rites
Simply granted to you before my fall.
In the light of day, a tombstone is not a stone, but a living memory, allowing the living to traverse time to an intimate moment. Think of it as an eternal flame held in remembrance of a dearly beloved. A love one forever.
…………………………………………………………………………………Before the fingers kneel to the maddening wanderings,
found in fading forever more reflections,
sway like words escaping starving poets’ lips.
Please allow the pondering
In celestial hope,
With kind keen slumbering eyes
accompany you
To the Infinite wealth
found in deep sleep.
………………………………………………………………,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,………Death, the grand equalizer, tenuously jealous, ugly, and at the same time grandiose, true as a dying wish yet silent like an unsolved murder.
……………………………………………………………………………………..Pale blackened skies
enigmatic like morning stars
shining half bright in broken skies
Beyond heavy velveteen curtains
Allowing silence to sink, the infatuated liaisons between sleep and realization
Like errors placed here forth by the righteous of birth and the doubtless of death
Like 13 follies
From the falling sky
Living multiple lives on childhood slides,
Only to inevitably forget the outcomes in the end
Youth is a godless timekeeper
A long ago spirit
A shudder
An unknown entity denying the stars
As heartless like saying my name,
Or like a child, briefly tamed with wild hair,
Mad hair like the mane on dearest Oscar Wilde
Left to dream by the magic of sea fingers,
Set with the single task to toss oceans aside to see the magic within each wave
While suffering and deemed too romantic by those clothed in thought
Always suffering first
Before the smile
This is how angels cry
Alone and mysterious, like nights twirling to days, waiting for a train, going somewhere, some place, any place, but never, never here
So is life
An infinite train schedule to heaven.
….. …………………………………………………………………………………Farewell they say
Only the Lord knows the solace in dreamy , starry dreams like the madly roar from the burning sun, homes to the dreams floating on the stillness
In Jupiter’s heart, like a Valkyrie’s valor
fearless in the heart from all the silver found in those fires left in those
“Dreamy summer farewells.”
Let it be the summer days
Who sings to you before the near-life heavens.
Let the fires
lost in the mad storms
Awaken the premature nights.
Before you can whisper to the grasshoppers
“Please refrain your urge to jump in the little girl’s hair. “
Yet it always does
And years later
with emerald lips,
The little girl will say to you
“Meet me in heaven.”
As your summer rolls on like a dream before the winter smiles.
Here’s a fascinating story! Victor Noir was born on July 27, 1848. I have to say his name was truly remarkable! Super goth! Dude sounds like some edge lord at a local goth club.
Anyway, he was a journalist for the newspaper La Marseillaise, Noir. His editor, Paschal Grousset, found himself in a bit of a pickle with Prince Pierre Bonaparte because of a controversial article about the prince’s great-uncle, Napoleon Bonaparte.
In a moment of rage, Pierre challenged Paschal to a duel. He accepted, and Noir was chosen as one of the seconds to the duel. His job was to arrange the time and place. Sadly, in a moment of anger, Pierre shot Noir.
Like, come on! Dude was just trying to help his friend, and he gets killed.
Ugh, the public was deeply affected by Noir’s death, made worse with the growing dislike and mistrust for the government during that time.
Victor Noir’s death would be instrumental in the fall of the French Empire in 1870.
But Noir’s story doesn’t end there. For some reason, his life-sized bronze statue, created by Jules Dalou, depicts Noir at the moment of his death, lying on the ground after he was shot, his top hat resting beside him.
Interestingly, there’s noticeable well growth in Noir’s trousers.
Soon, rituals began to form. For example, placing a flower in his mouth after kissing his lips was thought to bring a healthy sex life. Rubbing his privates was said to bring a husband or baby. If you’re too shy, rubbing his feet was thought to have the same effects.
Over the years, his oxidized bronze body is worn out around his lips, groin, and shoes and will continue to be so as the years progress.
Rip, dear Noir. #cemeteryscapes #perelachaise #victornoir #victornoirsgrave #victornoirandfriends
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I lost my best friend this Friday. I’m devastated . The house seems empty now and I miss him terribly. Please hug your furry friends extra tonight . Love you my charming gentleman Morrissey. Love you .Ri.p. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #cats #morriseey #catsnamedmorrissey #furryfriend #catheaven🐱
Deep within the forest of animal graves in Clara Glenn lies the resting place of an exceptionally remarkable canine, affectionately known as “Parradiddle Ben” or “Parry” by the residents of Atlantic City.
Parry, who was known to enjoy a drink or two at the local bar in Atlantic City where his owner bartended, was a beloved figure throughout the city. He was so beloved cabbies would even stop their cabs in the middle of a ride to help Parry safely cross the street to his home.
When he died in 1963 (not 1959 oops) 😬 , a local newspaper started a collection to cover his funeral. In just 5 hours, the funds were raised.
Parry would be placed to rest in a white, satin-lined casket with 6 pallbearers carrying this beloved pooch to heaven. The newspaper’s publisher would deliver a heartfelt eulogy to a sea of grieving friends.
The final tribute, a poignant moment for Parry’s friends, was his grave, crafted from a single stone. It was designed to resemble a miniature theater, with the curtains drawn back to reveal a portrait of Parry, who seemed to be saying, “Thank you. I love you all. Have a drink on me, cheers my friends cheers!”@cemeteryscapes #petcemetery #famouspets #famouspetgraves #dogs #petcemeteries
The historic Steel Pier amusement park in Atlantic City, New Jersey, would open in 1898 and was known as the “Showplace of the Nation.” It still remains a beloved attraction to this day.
The steel pier, would host renowned performers like Charlie Chaplin, Abbott and Costello, Rickie Nelson and even The Rolling Stones, in my opinion, the biggest star to perform there was Rex the Wonder Dog!
So, what was his act? Well, he was a waterskier! Way before the water skier squirrel or the punk water skier Bulldog, Rex was zooming across the waves with a big smile and a look of pure joy, as hundreds cheered him on as he gracefully water skied to everyone’s hearts.
Sometimes, Annette Webster French along with her sister Sonora Webster Carver, while not performing in their act as riders to the diving horses would ride alongside Rex.
Sonora who was the first person to dive from a platform with a horse to the raging waves of the cold Atlantic ocean would inspired a Disney movie called “Wild Hearts Can’t Be Broken.”
I still recall many of my hospice patients fondly recalling Rex. They always had smiles on their faces as they told me stories , on how brave and friendly Rex was.
When Rex passed away, many people were heartbroken , and some even say the oceans grew an inch higher that year from all the tears. As for the sisters, Annette passed away in June 2000, and Sonora in. #famousanimals #dogs #famousdogs #animals #petcemeteries
