Look beyond the matted hide
silent & still
slippery & warm
it lays gone.
The bones gleam
Pristine white.
There is no more fight.
But what remains?
A luxuriously soft weight
see how its essence still
pulsates…
Tag Archives: death
Unfolding Flower
unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?
2012
Pain
When you’re in pain
It’s hard not to think of an end
It’s hard not to think of an off
But to do so is human
Yet seeing it through is not a really a fair choice
So much fear, so much doubt, so much so to think of just getting an out..
If it were… though… how many of us would stay the course?
How many of us stay to see a little more with a little less each time?
A fatal brush
The ants continue to swarm
colluding, confiding
in whatever it is that’s rotting.
Something still awaits to
announce itself
its stench is lost to me.
Do they know of their doom?
of the broom that looms?
their scattered demise in one fall swoop?
A fatal brush,
A bristled death.
I look away
let them crawl away
let their beady bodies
cluster in writhing clues.
Petits XVIII
What if we do not sleep after all at the end? What if we stay aware in a conscious void? This keeps me up at night.
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The writing stopped
Because it revealed
The truth too plainly
But fate has reminded me today
I knew what i wrote
I knew and i chose to forget.
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I envy your enthusiasm
A matter of time
You say
I nod
Believing
Maybe for all others.
a plea
a plea for pity
a soothing reprieve
a willingly wept prayer
a wretch’s last unsubtle cry for mercy
hopeless words half said, half breathed
a beckoning death knell
could not sound sweeter
and yet fate would not allow such ease
a desperate wail
scraped from within
feeble efforts to meekly appease
the undeniable truth of unease
he is for hero-ed
his skin is his fatigue
no need for woven camouflage
the jungles as quaint and known
as a well worn living room
its secret ways deftly etched upon his unsleeping eyes
leader, rebel, ordained ruler
hero, deity, thief
rescuer, reaper, ruthless
wounded yet does not bleed
so many lay shielding him
of their own or owned will
unblinkingly i stare
awaiting
something urging me to keep looking
there….
stealthily skulking off between the overgrown rushes…the unyielding reeds
so say the flickering shadows at the corner of my eyes
but
somehow unfitting
he lies too-still
all grossly revealing
that he is mortal in death.
In absence
in absence
a shimmery shadow looms
its plight quite never forgotten
its lived life rounded out and shaded in
the torn memories meshed and overlapped
and for a loss of better words
of all that could never be captured
i am left without the key
that once opened
another life
Unfolding Flower
unfolding flower
with what hope
will you be born with?
with what dreams
will you be enthralled with?
with what desires
will you be allured with?
with what sorrows
will you be shrouded with?
where will you face
to seek the sunlight?
where will you turn
to weep with the rain?
where will your seedlings
fly?
where will your petals
fall?
2012
dead and dying
young and old
dead and dying
when did we believe we were invincible?
when did we grasp immortality?
when was it ever judged fair to lose a life
where are the ones that never returned?
why do memories fuzz and fade?
why do we forget what will always remain true?
young and old
newly born and aged beyond
dead and dying
dying and dead
and yet
there are
the ones who are dying to be dead
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