My Life Death Book

By James P. Esquibel

My name is James Patrick Esquibel. I am a 40 year old man who has resided in the United States my entire life. I have had the opportunity to live in various states such as Idaho, Florida, California, Texas and different areas of New Mexico where I have spent most of my life. As the saying goes There is no place like home and now I find myself currently living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. New Mexico has a spiritual connection within me because of it's geological beauty. The mountains, rivers, lakes, animals and weather has fed my inner peace.

Since the early age of 18 I have loved to write and release my emotions in poetic lyrical form. This form of therapy helped me to relate to past childhood memories some of which included abuse, neglect, the loss of loved ones and times of happiness. I never expected to publish this material as a book. My real intentions were putting together my own band and learning how to play the drums. Instead of choosing a life style of sex, drugs and Rock-n-roll which is known to be a part of a musicians life. I had felt a career on the road would have been too much for a simple soul like me.

After experiencing my first child's birth I then realized how precious life is so I decided to be a family man. There is more contentment and satisfaction in raising children and being a good husband. Unfortunately life is so short and we must do all we can to make something good happen for ourselves and the ones we love. Never give up on dreaming and know if you put your mind, heart and soul towards anything oneself can make the impossible happen. Peace! (longhair) JPE

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 30, 2010
• ISBN: 9781453535561

James P. Esquibel

My name is James Patrick Esquibel. I am a 40 year old man who has resided in the United States my entire life. I have had the opportunity to live in various states such as Idaho, Florida, California, Texas and different areas of New Mexico where I have spent most of my life. As the saying goes “There is no place like home” and now I find myself currently living in Albuquerque, New Mexico. New Mexico has a spiritual connection within me because of it's geological beauty. The mountains, rivers, lakes, animals and weather has fed my inner peace. Since the early age of 18 I have loved to write and release my emotions in poetic lyrical form. This form of therapy helped me to relate to past childhood memories some of which included abuse, neglect, the loss of loved ones and times of happiness. I never expected to publish this material as a book. My real intentions were putting together my own band and learning how to play the drums. Instead of choosing a life style of sex, drugs and Rock-n-roll which is known to be a part of a musicians life. I had felt a career on the road would have been too much for a simple soul like me. After experiencing my first child's birth I then realized how precious life is so I decided to be a family man. There is more contentment and satisfaction in raising children and being a good husband. Unfortunately life is so short and we must do all we can to make something good happen for ourselves and the ones we love. Never give up on dreaming and know if you put your mind, heart and soul towards anything oneself can make the impossible happen. Peace! (longhair) JPE

Book preview

A CHILD’S GIFT TO THE DEAD

An innocent soul not knowing life’s rules. My little friend in time you will comprehend. Way too much wondering with very little knowing. On many of paths you will be experiencing.

I give as a gift

A hundred flowers

To the dead

She once had said

Not knowing

What it all meant

A child’s gift

To the dead

An offered part of her soul to the dead she does not have a clue. A beginner in life too young to question why the dead really had to die. I still do not know. Are we just all fools? Who the hell is who?

I give as a gift

A hundred flowers

To the dead

She once had said

Not knowing truly

What it all meant

A child’s gift

To the dead

An offered part of her soul to dead souls she does not even know. So young is her mind consumed is all time. Never give up try not to mess up. Will she not question her life as it is fading. I am still waiting image in my mind cemetery revisited. This is what she had said.

I give as a gift

A hundred flowers

To the dead

I gaining knowledge somewhat

From what she had meant

She knowing very little

Of what she truly said

A child’s gift

To the dead

An offered part of her soul to the dead she does not even know. The dead all lay at rest as we are all a part of God’s test. I am forever by your side in spirit and in mind. Consumed is everyone’s time as I die to find my questioning why. All dead are at rest. Too many questions one tripped out lesson. Her common sense of reason cemetery revisited all words she meant.

I give as a gift

A hundred flowers

To the dead

She once had said

All that it meant

An offered part

Of her soul

All it meant

A child’s gift to the dead

IT MUST BE DONE

Ever feel like you could just. I do! Damn us if we do not like it. To this very end who gives a heck. Not anyone! For I am drawn into someone else s script mine was of good times. Not evils!

It must be done

Blood must flow

Cringed with death

I am not

Through with it

Live blood

Dead bones

Throw them in the pot

Stir it up

Watch it boil over

A fogged path it is done at last. Evil doings! Yeah! They keep on coming. Growing in us like poison pores open. Exposed to another way for the days are no longer mine. I just wait. Day after day I am not through with it.

It must be done

For the love is gone

Blood must flow

Flow like a river

Until no more

Cringed with death

I am not

Through with it

Dead bones

Throw them in the pot

Categorized but not in alphabetical order we all have a number. For the end is near. Mine anyway! Then you! Him and her! Perished! For God so loved the world. He gave us all the power to overcome our weaknesses.

It must be done

Blood must flow

Cringed with death

I am not

Through with it

Live blood

Dead bones

Throw them in the pot

Stir it up

Watch it boil over

It must be done

Until no more

It must be done

For the love is gone

Flow like a river

All this blood

A NORMAL LIFE

As I wake each day hoping for that better day I go on my way. The demons still slaying me as we are all nothing but prey the way of evil it will never change. I try to look for the good things in life and let the evil pass on by to where they belong. Never! with Satan God will not forgive them. Those foolish demons as now I wonder will I ever see.

A normal life

I cannot live

My life

Now becomes

Foolish waste

As bodies lay

On their final day

Satan’s dead way

A normal life

Does it even exist?

That is it for now I do not want to go too far ahead of myself as I try to live simple. What is this sick death really all about? Is it to come to an understanding? That there is only one way out or is it just to realize that I am nothing but a fowl existing creature going to my torturous slaughter. Was life supposed to be so degrading only with death? If one keeps allowing it to take over what happened to.

A normal life

I cannot live

These demons

They hate

I keep trying to think of better days as Satan’s slaying keeps getting in my way. I keep trying to see the better day in life. Even though I only see my demise it has been Lucifer’s time not mine. I walk the earth for now until my day comes when I will hit that cold ground and die like the rest of them. Off to that final resting place I find no comfort in a dead existence. Has the love left me to be dead like the rest as I try to live?

A normal life

I cannot live

These demons

They hate

My life

Now becomes

Foolish waste

They desecrate

As bodies lay

On their final day

Satan’s dead way

A normal life

Can it ever exist?

IT WILL NEVER CHANGE

As many times as I have tried it still will not change things. Pine box still wants to be filled. A sand of time as everything turns to ashes life the truth death an endless lie. Seal my fate no face to have a name. Coward less is evil with nothing to lose. Decades of evil live on in my death. No more.

It will never change

As the dead lay

One by one

As evil lives on

We all die

To hell with this world

I am a madman

Gone sane

As I live in

My dead

As many times as I have failed it still does not change the fact. Good or bad you will not see it coming now sleep. Ones thoughts erased in a floating mindless state. Feel no pain and appreciate no feelings. Heartless and mindless lost like the rest I guess.

It will never change

As the dead lay

One by one

As evil lives on

We all die

To hell with this world

I am