Feel as tho' I'm going to the dogs
it's almost time to pop my clogs
kick the bucket chuck it in
call it a day take a spin
and shuffle off this mortal coil
be released from worldly troubles and toil
buy the farm and bite the dust
or cash in my chips if I must
when D-Day dawns (it's not that far)
a big bang send-off will be my last hurrah
but it's no joke
as should I croak
who will miss me
when I'm long-gone
for no matter where on earth I am
I don't fit in I don't belong
oh well easy come easy go
whether up in smoke or down below
Ashes to ashes
This is the day
Of that reminder..
Two stories leap
One of a missing
Between
The other of
Beginnings and
Endings and a
Between lived
In joy and sorrow..
These two
Are not two...
Ashes to Ashes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my goldfish, with one flush.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my gerbil, with one flush.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my turtle, with one flush.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
here goes my loved one, with one flush.
Honey, stop him, the cat won’t fit.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust
are we merely earth, ashes and dust
with awareness
free will
and a conscience
consciousness
with the ability to choose
guided by our morality
or is there more
should there be more
must there be more
is it maybe
our dissatisfaction
with the here and now
that causes us to believe in more
to wish for more
I am quite happy
with the here and now
and will be quite happy
after my last breath is taken
to become
mere earth, ashes and dust
will you.
Only the dead
see an end
to war
Ashes to ashes
dust
keeping score
Only the living
revere
the dead
The past
in exile
—the future in dread
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
For now I’ll whisper upon the past
To perhaps let some hardness of mine go
And travelled a bit lighter then,
Hoping to consider the end.
They can't have the Ashes trophy so they have a cup,
it's becoming irritating as they're trying to catch up,
there's nothing you can say, all out at the end of the day,
square leg in a round hole, not suitable some might say.
It looks like Sodom and don't worry about Gomorrah,
they won't listen, told to grow up when you rebuke them;
when the population dies out you may be needed again,
perhaps then you will know you will never be the same.
You can't procreate, no IVF so adoption, so a problem,
you've moved the goalposts, now playing between them;
you went to school - so didn't you learn anything there?
we don't like latent desire so we'd rather not really care.
Did someone say 'inappropriate' but you said it, not me,
I hope that you're happy and exactly where you'd like to be.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
All that’s manifest, is but dust
Dead leaves falling, upon earth’s crust
Yet in-dwells in all, God essence
Enlivened by divine breath just
Child of God, glows in innocence
Heart bubbles forth effervescence
Earth life a school, where we awake
Rekindling soul’s luminescence
It matters not how long we’ll take
All will rise, none will He forsake
If only we choose to be still
Moonlight shines on a placid lake
We’re granted limited free will
Use it well and voids within fill
As bliss divine transforms our soul
Gently shaped upon the anvil
All together, swim as one shoal
Love pulse alone, makes us feel whole
Why for then, flounder in darkness
When God-connect is our life goal
Shift to interconnectedness
Recognising next, That oneness
To be as He, simply let go
All that is, is God-consciousness
Weary hermit, choose stillness slow
Make restless heart again mellow
We’re free here now, if we so choose
Behold soul’s luminous white glow
06-March-2022
In the solitary hours
cigarettes are my only friends.
Flames of love are a distant past;
the future too far a journey.
Ashes to ashes
in this house of shadows.
In the solitary hours
cigarettes are my only friends.
Flames of love are a distant past;
the future too far a journey.
Ashes to ashes
in this house of shadows.
Lost
truth
That life
is naught but
a sequenced pattern
that finishes where it began
~FJ Thomas
a sign. of the cross
not
one of loss
but
new life again
through
His pain
for us
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust
my tears can not come, but I know they must.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
of my father, speak this I must.
Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
sad memories to put away, I must.
For ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
wisdom shall come, in this we must trust.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
Since she died, I have to build
a makeshift funeral pyre
to burn up all the secrets told
her letters lit afire
I read them through before I do
the funny, sweet and shocking
things she shared when we were kids
vicious flames now mocking
Their heat distorts my vision
with a wavering in the air
as I quell my indecision
and try hard not to care
Though it hurts, I cannot hold
on to what would become twisted
misunderstanding things she told
of what her life consisted
So many clever bits and pieces
of lovely sisterhood
slow the savory memory releases
things unspoken yet understood
Now tearing into tiny fragments
salvaging what I can
I burn and die a little as I
throw them in the can
For on this makeshift funeral pyre
I offer my sacrifice
and 'though I know- it's loyal and true
I feel I'm losing her twice
Like vicious beast, the blazing flames
are licking, burning with poison tongue
eating memories accumulated
when my heart was free and young
A smoldering within my soul
now singed, and seared, and scorched
feeling somehow less than whole
my heart a wasteland, barren torched
Never to be hurt, by another so called man.
My heart is now shattered, in pieces like glass.
You drug me thru your hell, now it's my turn.
I'll gladly strike a match, and watch your demons burn.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust.
Will be the words I'll scream, at the top of my lungs.
Forever gone, dead as a doornail.
Whatever you call it
Beware your ex fairytale.
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