And Death Poems

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW

OF LIFE AND DEATH TODAY: A 5-7-5-7-7-7-5-7-5-7 FLOW
(Apropos Of An Ironic Juxtaposed Reality)

Ironically,
it’s cheaper to live than die:
Save, self-cremation:-
Even then, you must pay for
The ashes to be cleaned up:-
And don’t forget, the family
Is charged to pay off all debts
That you may have left behind:-
Ironically,
We are born to live and die,
Life, being cheaper:
Funerals are expensive!

birth and death

Self in singularity 
lustrous and self-existent
polarises itself
to feel contrast
in fierce winds of duality 

a form is shaped
from the elements 
propelled by breath of God
mind and intellect 
with bliss rooted in heart

upon death Self exists form
the five sheaths dissolve
then if soul is desireless 
it too reunites in the Self
wherefrom it arose

however if soul has desires
that desires

angels of mercy and death

angel of mercy
helps the hopeless reach heaven
providing a way

angel of death
surprises the most hopeful
placing them sweetly

The Colors of Nothing

In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation.
In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination.
Our life is full of colors, or so we assume,
But there are no colours — just the product of our brains.

Reality is beyond what we imagine.
What we see around is just an illusion.
Nothing is

The Shed

The Shed
...was Granddad's before he died.
And now its loneliness reached out to the boy
from the shaded, shuffling shadows 
that shushed the sheltered garden.
They pulled, they tugged at his guilt-filled absence
until he slink-slunked through the greenery,
standing to attention outside its wooded frame. 
It had been Grandad’s domain, his citadel,
built from leftover bits of wood and insulation
collected,

SIN, SATAN, AND DEATH HOW THE THREE RELATE

In shadows deep, where darkness weaves its thread,
Sin's whispered lure, a path where mortals tread.
Temptation's fruit, a taste of what's denied,
It's here that Satan's cunning plans reside.

With cloven hooves and fiery eyes ablaze,
The fallen one, in wicked ways, conveys,
Deception's art, the master of the lie,
As Sin and Satan dance beneath the sky.

But Death, a specter

Love and Death

If I die for you
is that really going to help
the starving orphans
of your mind
that beg me to love you
more than myself?
I need some better reason
to lay down my life.

After you are dead
I may think of one.

Alas, to write of love and loss and death

Alas to write of love and loss and death
Should cause us all to savor every breath
And yet we squander time and precious ink
Commenting on the thoughts that others think

For thoughts are woven from recycled thread
Rekindling the life of things for too long dead
Cause us to search for long forgotten tears
For thoughts of death awaken all

Corridors of Quiet Chaos

Blinding lights, the smell of chlorhexidine
Green colored scrubs, white coats and the strange red of povidone-iodine

A place where chaos and calm coexist as two sides of a coin
A realm where anguish and hope align, a balance between both cruel and divine

It’s a glimpse of hope for some, for others it’s a livelihood
It’s a place where

Life and Death

It was to be expected at some point
but when death comes it is still a shock
we wish that person could live forever
that we do not have to say goodbye
once they are gone we wish again
wish we could talk to them
wish we could still get advice
still have them in our life
but life carries on
one by one

Life and Death

Staring down your enemy, conquering your fear,
Shadowed by death, by cruelty and despair.
The sight before you; is the same as before,
Walking alone, down the same dark corridor.

The beauty of the world is reticent to your eyes,
Your worst nightmares are reality; you NOW realize.
Dazed and confused, you make for the tunnels end,
Only to find you’re at

Life and Death

into reticence 
a silent hive where worms thrive 
past lives make their bed

Life and Death with Strangers

Mother, father, you are the strange migrants who arrived before me, I see you moving away, for no home anywhere could complete us all, and strangely, now I am before you. Sister, brother, child, we never did know which way to go,
or from where we arrived from. A family history is no more nor less

Simultaneity of life and death

The simultaneity

Of life and death

May appear as

A timeline of life..

This is simply

Just a story which

May tag time as an

Illusionary veil of

The simultaneity...

Of Life and Death

Of Life and Death


Before death's ominous thunder clouds appear 
to steal all the glory and fill us with fear I shout to the heavens in a request to sustain one man's life to live another day

Inevitably high waters shall rise and slowly fade as I gain  momentum to see another day 

Of survive I

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