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Poetry From a Past Life - Part 4

Updated on October 22, 2016

This single event left permanent markings on my mind. I felt the need to pen these lyrics shortly after the tragic accident took place. I also used this happening as a basis for my short story, Jack and Diane - The Rest of the Story.

You can read the background of the story on my hub, Blood on the Diamond, here at Hubpages. You may want to check out that hub before reading the lyrics below. I believe it will all make sense then. Please use the links below.

Took his last ride
out Woodland Drive -
60 in a 25 zone.
He had to find some peace,
His pie in the sky -
A place he could call home.

So I took a walk
Up the Millionaire Hill.
Then I stood there all alone.
There was blood on the diamond,
Blood on the sand.
G. B. had found home.

There was blood on the diamond,
Blood on the sand.
She wouldn't listen to him.
She wouldn't understand.

Saw him in town
Just the other night.
Said everything was fine.
It couldn't be better.
He just wrote her a letter.
Maybe she had changed her mind.

Today the guardrails gave.
They couldn't hold to save
A suicidal teenage boy
Who had so much to give
With no will to live.
So he burned his last toy.

There was blood on the diamond,
Blood on the sand.
She wouldn't listen to him.
She wouldn't hold his hand until

There was blood on the diamond
Blood on the sand.
She came to be near him.
She couldn't understand.

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      William Kovacic 12 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Thanks, Lawrence.

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      Lawrence Hebb 12 months ago from Hamilton, New Zealand

      Bill

      This was beautiful.

      Lawrence

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      William Kovacic 13 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Hi Dora,

      It truly is a lonely place to be. I remember hearing the news of this tragic accident. It broke my heart then and still does today. I see it from different perspectives. At the time of the accident, I probably wasn't too far away from the same empty feelings. God is so good!

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      Dora Weithers 13 months ago from The Caribbean

      "No will to live." That's when purpose is lost, which is when the tragedy begins. Lord, help us to keep our eyes open and be ready and willing to intervene in the lives that lose their purpose. Thanks for the reminder of how concerned we ought to be.

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      William Kovacic 13 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Glad to see you, Bill. These were all written back in the day when I wrote for a rock-n-roll band. I can't really call it poetry because they're song lyrics. Times have changed for me over the years. These will eventually lead into the present day. Again, thanks, Bill for stopping by.

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      Bill Holland 13 months ago from Olympia, WA

      This is such a fascinating side of your writing that I've never seen before. Great stuff here, filled with emotions and stark reality.

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      William Kovacic 13 months ago from Pleasant Gap, PA

      Hi Ruby,

      I think Psalms is a good choice. Even David suffered from depression from time to time, but he was always able to overcome as he rested in the Lord. We can do the same. As always, thanks for stopping by and commenting.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 13 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I listened to Dr Stanley and was reminded that we all have been depressed sometime in our life, I know I have. Your poetry is sad. Sometimes love hurts. I like to read the book of Psalms when I feel down. It always uplifts me. Thank you for sharing...