Best Passiondeath Poems
Whenever I may reach for you, I’m going to give you the love’,
“the love, till death of mine”,
‘coz I’m to gift you my soul and the heart’,
beats for you on and on.
Whenever I may reach for you, I’m going to kiss your lip’,
“the kiss, for the endless time”,
‘coz I’m to share your warmth and the hugg’,
touch of the silence with sound of love.
Whenever I may reach you, I’m going to spread the nights with pleasure’,
“the pleasure, till time runs to meet the light”,
coz I’m to fall in with you to the depth of your mind’,
the faith for me and love.
Whenever I may reach you, I’m going to hold your hands for ever’,
“ever, till there is no space between us”,
‘coz I’m not going to let you down and loose you’,
my love you are not so far.
Whenever I may reach you, I’m going to feel the moments’,
“the moments, till there are flashes of lights”,
‘coz I’m to feel the breeze’,
whisper of the moment of love.
Whenever I may reach you, I’m going to give you the promise’,
“the promise, till you have the memories of my world”,
‘coz that is crowded with lots of love’,
“for you, till death of mine”.
Whenever I may reach you, there’ll be an expectation’,
“the expectation, till my love rest on your soul”,
‘coz I’m to close my eyes then to see you,
there waiting for you in my dreams.
Whenever I may reach you, I’m going to give you the love.
“the love till, death of mine”,
….kiss your lip’,
“the kiss, till end of time”.
Kussmaul
a german man
for which a pattern
of breathing was named
breathing that is a reflex
which the body uses
to correct a sickness
at first shallow
then deep and fast
Cheyne-Stokes
a pair of men
which coined death breathing
breathing which in its
irregular pattern
sometimes even stops
as death knocks
I am not a pillar physician
for which my breathing
can be named
but what do I call
the breathing which
overtakes me when you near
no pattern at all in fact
sometimes I just forget
forget to take a breath
until my body realizes
I am starving and gasps
and even then I wince
with each breath
as if all my energy
concentrated on loving you
burns away and my lungs
can't quite reserve
enough to breath
in the times you
come close to me
SUMMER STORM
I was laid to rest,
my death keeps getting better.
If you find me here, you know, I'm yours to keep.
I could try to say
I love you in this letter,
or pretending you are here, sing you to sleep.
If the world was mine,
I find it quite amusing,
I would give it all away, to see your eyes,
I would save your life,
and everything you're losing,
all because you never see who's telling lies.
I am just as dead
as is your heart each morning.
If the wind has blown, you know I will be there.
I will touch your life,
without much of a warning,
never look for me, just know I'm everywhere.
I'm a summer storm,
my hope is crashing thunder.
I'm a lightning bolt, my love is five alarm.
if I rain all night,
it's just a spell I'm under,
you should know I'm dead, and won't do any harm.
I'm a little boy.
An old man getting younger.
All I have is how I know how things could be.
We still want the world
to live in death and hunger,
but I love your eyes, when your eyes look at me.