How I died unfulfilled by Nosar Phillips

I was born to be a saggitarius but nature turned things around
Ousted on earth amidst two unwanted
The mother,well was a maid.
Whom was hit wrongly by cupids bow for a man cursed to drunk.
I shall forget to smile that i stand upon thy corpse,remembering how i loved thee.
And ill try to have thee scribed on all three hearts.
The clock struck death on our mothers bossom
Yes, our mother!!!
There those violent streets delights have estactic ends for only the night.
And in the taste of a better life i sought of a couple who traded slaves, and gave me a roomie. A bird i killed one night.
I was a sober suited young.
Loved one minute,
mistreated and harshly disciplined the next.
According to my master's mood. His wife
was silent, she did not care, she was not my mother.
I always sat at night in my Harry porters cupboard writing poems for a woman i would love.
My first poem was cursed to roam the bin in pieces like Cain from the holy book.
Farewell virgin poem,i know we shall meet again.
On the night of my 35th birth remembraight nature stroke me between my loins.
Afflictions painted in those cold nights.
Pardon me oh nature. Give me leave a while!
I sought Elizabeth 19 year old daughter.
Her whole in the tub made me tremble in different seconds.
I was no longer alone.
Thought of evil became beauty, it became prayers that i asked to be granted to me.
My lips, two birds,ready to milk that smooth lips of hers
Palming her holy bosoms
Come away from me;that seed of nature disturbing me sleep at night. Nay was the voice of the gunshot behind me.
How often are men merry at the point of death.
Oh death has suckled this raging impulse like milk of a mothers breasts.
Well i died there,
At least i lived long enough to
Plant another generation!
Well,let me back to earth just once.
I never asked how i died.
Uncelebrated corpse,just like he bird i killed!

✒Intellectual Work of Nosar Phillips 2018✒