Death Atheist Poems

Me very late mum, a funereal day...

courtesy latitudinarian, nonestablishmentarian, 
sexagenarian, and Unitarian son
and modest mastermind maven maverick.

Another anniversary of her death occurs
upon advent of 
May...

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I have heard it said
That lives flash before our eyes
Seconds before we're dead
And then we're on the other side
But there's an interesting phenomenon
Where when we...

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When I was a kid I wanted to fly high in the sky like a book inside the hook it’s always a reading rainbow I...

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I opened a door in the Universe 
and found myself in the gallery 
of public opinion. 
A serious debate was taking place
over Freedoms
and God given...

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My hypothalamus is haunting me.

An empty crib.

A bump that will never grow.

Love authenticity, you will always be a part of me.
A ghost in the hallways.

Your...

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In shadow's tomb—
A dim, aimless flicker...
Void's grip, timeless, claims all.

Fantomsound: life's song, a cognition in the null.

Rain, pain—
Stardust, dust, flesh, patternless on oblivions loom.

Decay's dance...

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Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest

the following written 
for no particular rhyme nor reason
quite aware the exit (stage door left)
allows, enables, to provide every...

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The final frontier – post consciousness

as imagined by cogent, fervent, intelligent,
lucent, occident, reticent, and uneminent 
nonestablishmentarian.

The following disquisition initially describes 
emotions prior to experiencing corporeal...

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Digging my own grave synonymous with a sense of accomplishment

Quite an undertaking
to break ground
figuratively, and symbolically linkedin
while able bodied and mindedness
readies cemetery plot within Elysian...

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The rows and pews, the uproar of pain
Saint's can't tame
Hold your hands,
pray for the one up above-- confess your sins before the statue
The symbol of...

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In this dark midnight
In this impure air, you turned around

At the height of the turmoil of confusing thoughts
In a damp and deadly room

Under the relentless...

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Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches

Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell
bursting forth with such might
courtesy cooking under pressure
analogous to volcanic upswell,
forcing me...

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I want none of my body
to touch anything,
As if a layer of nothingness
forms around me,
Wrapping me up like a present,
Isolating me from everything else.
I'll hover...

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Whatever Happened To Glasnost And Perestroika?

Hobbit those characters who lived 
within the realm 
of John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
as far removed as
Union of Soviet Socialist Republics
upon...

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Existentialism emancipation proclamation manumission...

Flourishes amidst freedom 
once invisible (alice in) chains shucked
when soul no longer kept linkedin 
to jane's addiction 
with corporeal duty, entity, fealty......

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