Poem Lover died.

Yes he did,

He passed peacefully.

I want this final end poem for him,

Because I still love him,

And we went one again just days ago.

Took me a second to realize that we think alike.

When it happened I stepped back,

And told him,

Poems will be back soon.

But his pretense is in these poems,

Should be tiny,

Because these are about my understandings,

Not his.

I’m the Poem Fish after all.

Not one that loves poems,

Like Poem Lover does.

I’m on the fence about poetry.

No love nor hate.

But maybe I feel nothing,

Just a paltry puppet,

That the Poem Love pulls the strings on.

Truth.

I’m a puppet that cries with a command.

Poem Lover got 10 books about Christ.

With loads of funny stuff.

That is enough.

New concepts come with Vampire.

And Poem Fish will describe best she can.

 

Vampire,

What is that to a fish?

It is just stories to the dead.

I know I was dead.

One of the walking that could not hear.

No faith in me,

Not one bit.

And yes I am the narrator.

But also a character.

So what does a vampire mean to a fish.

Something.

It is secrets that are unknown to those that cannot hear.

I was one of those people for a long time.

I might not share secrets here.

Because that is up to God.

God is real.

Vampires are as well.

This started,

A new day,

And same cannot be avoided.

How can new be the same.

It just is,

And when this makes sense.

I will tell you.

Poem Lover stopped.

Vampire was the next volume.

Vampire is now new,

For a Poem Fish.

The pissing media prostitute died as well,

And other concepts.

Because this is a story to tell.

And as the sun set on the Poem Lover.

It rose in a fish.

Fish is symbol for Christ,

As if you didn’t know.