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of miles past
bud vase resting
in a dash
flowers cut fresh
funerals accepted
white and blue
different colors
different days
different people
same outcome
rememberance
as i drive
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
2009/10/16
carnations
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of miles past
bud vase resting
in a dash
flowers cut fresh
funerals accepted
white and blue
different colors
different days
different people
same outcome
rememberance
as i drive
2009/09/13
Primary Objective: Kill Flies
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Look behind the door on your way to the basement.
There you will find primary implements of death.
They were bought at a big box store three for a dollar.
Does the color make it fun?
Does the cheap price make it right?
Does the place they hang imply guilty remorse or obscure convenience?
Who would decorate their home with this carnival?
2009/01/07
Good Grief
Good Grief 6-3-91 / 11:30pm
It's amazing that in such
a rushing violent death
I can see an inner peace.
That horrible beauty,
rushing violent death,
and to accept it.
His rushing violent death.
My beautiful brother.
Grief brought my pen to paper. It was my first tool in dealing with the loss of my brother. Yes, this blog started out heavy on the death side. That is how I got started. This is not the end either. Grief doesn't go away, it just gets different with time. A couple of hours after deciding to accept his death, I understood what it meant to acknowledge the beauty of his life, despite the brutal truth.
It's amazing that in such
a rushing violent death
I can see an inner peace.
That horrible beauty,
rushing violent death,
and to accept it.
His rushing violent death.
My beautiful brother.
Grief brought my pen to paper. It was my first tool in dealing with the loss of my brother. Yes, this blog started out heavy on the death side. That is how I got started. This is not the end either. Grief doesn't go away, it just gets different with time. A couple of hours after deciding to accept his death, I understood what it meant to acknowledge the beauty of his life, despite the brutal truth.
The Last Paradox
The Last Paradox 6-3-91 / 7:00pm
Onwards inside death
lay a euphoric tranquility.
Past the last synapse
of pain and fear,
parallel to reality.
To live that moment.
To die that moment.
Whilst overlapping states
of body and spirit
dissolve to their own:
So this is what it's like to die.
How pleasant.
And the art of dying is accepted
as the act of living is
before the birth of death.
Note: After years of struggling with the violent death of my brother and acceptance of that death in the same sentence I started to look for something positive, something peaceful. He deserves better than that, I deserve better than that.
Onwards inside death
lay a euphoric tranquility.
Past the last synapse
of pain and fear,
parallel to reality.
To live that moment.
To die that moment.
Whilst overlapping states
of body and spirit
dissolve to their own:
So this is what it's like to die.
How pleasant.
And the art of dying is accepted
as the act of living is
before the birth of death.
Note: After years of struggling with the violent death of my brother and acceptance of that death in the same sentence I started to look for something positive, something peaceful. He deserves better than that, I deserve better than that.
2008/11/12
Consecration of an Angel
Consecration of an Angel 3-18-94
Anointed on gold immaculate.
Robed in velvet red.
This crimson scarlet guardian.
Of wings majestic, chatoyant adornments.
Wafting on the premonition of death.
His sentient gesture of solace in the breeze
waits with empathetic sadness.
He must know what is to come.
You can see it in his eyes.
There is no other tranquility
for his mere hands,
his trusting arms folded open
propending to comfort the gentle soul of this
child
about to come unto him.
Suffer not my beloved.
Blessed you are safe.
I will show you the way.
The consecration of an angel.
Anointed on gold immaculate.
Robed in velvet red.
This crimson scarlet guardian.
Of wings majestic, chatoyant adornments.
Wafting on the premonition of death.
His sentient gesture of solace in the breeze
waits with empathetic sadness.
He must know what is to come.
You can see it in his eyes.
There is no other tranquility
for his mere hands,
his trusting arms folded open
propending to comfort the gentle soul of this
child
about to come unto him.
Suffer not my beloved.
Blessed you are safe.
I will show you the way.
The consecration of an angel.
2008/11/10
Intrinsic Guardian
Intrinsic Guardian 10-4-93
Good afternoon angelic death
sing in your cathedral choir
envelop my senses subdued
by your greeting.
Kiss my tears
as they leave my face.
Stand behind them
as they fall to the cement.
Wait in my footsteps
as they evaporate in the sun.
I want you to follow me
through my life
to assure the free spirit
of my grief
and the recollections
of my senses.
Good afternoon angelic death
sing in your cathedral choir
envelop my senses subdued
by your greeting.
Kiss my tears
as they leave my face.
Stand behind them
as they fall to the cement.
Wait in my footsteps
as they evaporate in the sun.
I want you to follow me
through my life
to assure the free spirit
of my grief
and the recollections
of my senses.
2008/10/31
This Understanding About Death
This Understanding About Death 1-17-92
It's just a part of life
and for me to be afraid of death,
to ignore death or to hide death
would have that part of my life confined
unable to grow spiritually.
That would take away from me
the freedom to live life
to its full potential.
Writing about death
exposes my feelings,
my thoughts an my fears about death
of the people around me
and within myself.
In doing that I can find
an acceptance of death
and I am able to live with death freely
no matter how morbid it may seem.
It's just a part of life
and for me to be afraid of death,
to ignore death or to hide death
would have that part of my life confined
unable to grow spiritually.
That would take away from me
the freedom to live life
to its full potential.
Writing about death
exposes my feelings,
my thoughts an my fears about death
of the people around me
and within myself.
In doing that I can find
an acceptance of death
and I am able to live with death freely
no matter how morbid it may seem.
2008/10/26
The Star
The Star 8-25-83
Sometimes I like to look at the stars and think.
One night I discovered a new star.
I never saw it before nor one like it.
It was bigger and brighter than any other star in the sky.
It seemed like I could reach out and touch it.
It gave me the chills.
I sat and admired my new star.
I don't know why but it looked like the star started to cry.
I watched it very carefully,
and after a few minutes it winked at me.
I winked back and said
"Hello star. Where did you come from?".
and as casual as jelly on toast in a child’s voice it said
"Well my friend, I came from the earth like you
but I had to leave for my new home up here
and I've been sitting here for about seven years
waiting for you to think of me
and notice me.
I didn't know if I should pinch myself
to see if I was dreaming
or to talk back
so I sat still
and after a moment of silence, the star said sadly.
" I have a new star moving next door to me pretty soon.
I just hope you don't take as long to notice her
as you took to notice me
because I missed you."
Just then I realized why the star was crying
and started to cry myself.
I'm sure there are more stars of mine out there
and everybody has at least one
but maybe didn't find it yet.
How about you?
Author's note: I had a dream that my grandmother was talking to me about dying and in my dream she was a star. As a kid, I recall looking up trying to see where heaven was after my brother was killed. Stars in the sky was about 6 months after the accident. I didn’t connect the two (the accident and the crying stars) until seven years later when my grandmother talked to me in the dream. Five days after that dream, the same number of points in a star, my grandmother died.
Sometimes I like to look at the stars and think.
One night I discovered a new star.
I never saw it before nor one like it.
It was bigger and brighter than any other star in the sky.
It seemed like I could reach out and touch it.
It gave me the chills.
I sat and admired my new star.
I don't know why but it looked like the star started to cry.
I watched it very carefully,
and after a few minutes it winked at me.
I winked back and said
"Hello star. Where did you come from?".
and as casual as jelly on toast in a child’s voice it said
"Well my friend, I came from the earth like you
but I had to leave for my new home up here
and I've been sitting here for about seven years
waiting for you to think of me
and notice me.
I didn't know if I should pinch myself
to see if I was dreaming
or to talk back
so I sat still
and after a moment of silence, the star said sadly.
" I have a new star moving next door to me pretty soon.
I just hope you don't take as long to notice her
as you took to notice me
because I missed you."
Just then I realized why the star was crying
and started to cry myself.
I'm sure there are more stars of mine out there
and everybody has at least one
but maybe didn't find it yet.
How about you?
Author's note: I had a dream that my grandmother was talking to me about dying and in my dream she was a star. As a kid, I recall looking up trying to see where heaven was after my brother was killed. Stars in the sky was about 6 months after the accident. I didn’t connect the two (the accident and the crying stars) until seven years later when my grandmother talked to me in the dream. Five days after that dream, the same number of points in a star, my grandmother died.
2008/10/08
Don't Expect Anything Epic
"At times it is easier to endure the heartless world in the comfort of your family; At times it is easier to endure the departure of comforts in the heart of your family".
I originally wrote that down on 2007/01/19 but I needed an opening post for the blog. Didn't want to take the time to try and be epic right from GO. So I went with something I believe in and feel can be truthful, but yet concise. Did I mention that I talk in circular references sometimes?
What do you say when the parent of a friend dies? What if the relationship between the parent and child was close? How can visiting relatives help share the pain if having them around is kind of a pain?
Those are all rhetorical questions of course. When one needs an opening post to a blog before they go to bed, they should stick to the truth. Save the pleasantries and niceties for decorating cakes and sweet dreams.
I originally wrote that down on 2007/01/19 but I needed an opening post for the blog. Didn't want to take the time to try and be epic right from GO. So I went with something I believe in and feel can be truthful, but yet concise. Did I mention that I talk in circular references sometimes?
What do you say when the parent of a friend dies? What if the relationship between the parent and child was close? How can visiting relatives help share the pain if having them around is kind of a pain?
Those are all rhetorical questions of course. When one needs an opening post to a blog before they go to bed, they should stick to the truth. Save the pleasantries and niceties for decorating cakes and sweet dreams.
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