Best Philosophydeath Poems
In the ancient Egyptian culture
The Ankh represented life’s adventure
Crux ansata - Latin translation
Cross with a handle, strong foundation
When Roman Emperor Constantine
Envisioned his death in a dream scene
He adapted the symbol’s meaning
To reflect violence intervening
With a warrior’s death -- sword and spear
Evoking in non-Christians supreme fear
Today the Ankh remains a symbol
Sacredly identifiable
With the power of Christian belief
All handed down from Sanskrit relief
I see the cross and eternal circle
As faith's evolution -- God's miracle
O that grief in stone alone would tell
That passage from life's cross to hell
For having been born we begin the process
Of our unbecoming, a very subtle knell
Tolled on beads of faith in counter spell
All of death's exacting claim and duress.
But this Christ cast down by the evil it
The thing he did make subduing spirit
To take its flight from flesh, and leave the leather
Gnarled and twisted, so death inhabit
There God in convulsions truths admit
Is more than just change, or state of weather
Walk me through the crowd again, fled
From the picture, hear the hollow dread,
The dismal cry before existential emptiness
The brittle bonds of broken Godhead
The loneliness for sin that stood my stead
It tells upon even stone in lifeless grimace
How clever in work each chisel caught there
Languid form, and pity in the stare-less stare
The naked moment of our point of death foretold
The diligence against the strain of all fear
The sombre moment lurid on the dismal air
God is one with man, so man may grace the fold.
But in this deposition with self imposed I see
More than just a comment on self history
I see the co-opted glory of an alien race
The transposition of a marginal identity
The subjugation of faith to human mastery
Birthed and centered in death's callous place.
Go on you worshipers of idols in griefs of stone
Martyr yourselves for adulation of the throne
Art is memory that only tells in part our intent
The cross' silent purpose by sage sins condone
The longing to remove God and take his zone
Of time and space for preferred devilment.
I before no pieta bow, let the mad man die alone
Man came from the earth and O the worth unknown
To hold his God not as dead thing, but life summed
Through faith and gift of grace, a worthiness of throne
After the marble is cut, look out for the single stone
Toppling kingdoms in its roll as bright Jesus come.
If life was dream
Sculpted by death to trace
Within its bound a clarity
Undone by an impassioned heart.
Perhaps death too was a dream
Sculpted by life in fire
On a face sickled in time
To cut the dark night
With scimitar of a moon.
In a lost world
Where should we go?
Which door to knock?
Men with indifferent faces
Women stooped in drunken gait
A world without the word
Veiled figures in attires
Standing at each door.
In the garden
Some blood soaked rags
Hung by the wooden slabs
Where the eyes of a dead man
Looking for ever
On the death’s face
A shock of infinite
Proportions
Across the muted race.
Fundamentally speaking love strives to keep death alive,
It is the means to an end,
And the end to a beginning
Its touch defecating,
Subconsciously & Physically
Like the revelation you feel,
When unknowingly true love
Is kissing your lips
As all kisses, once sweet
Now blisters,
Purged from your lips
Fundamentally speaking love envisions creation
Now visualize the rhythm of void,
To the point of death
In blissful union
Like Man & Woman
Creating a creation called life
It is a creation of thoughts,
Fundamentally speaking love sparks these thoughts
Think and Speak of these thoughts now,
And see the color of death
Holding an undying Sensuous
Feeling as its Exploding
Like
Like of me and you
Or you and her
And her with him
It is a feeling of the most intense
Let your mind wrap and shape around
The thought, that truly accepting death
Is a means to understanding life?
Fundamentally speaking love does NOT cower, before death
It simply kisses it, and gives it another life.
Hey Ricky you got any papers or a bowl; I got weed
I only have enough for one bowl or two small joints
Johnny, what you got for Biff’s party, next Saturday
Ohhh!! everybody’s dry I even bought a new bowl
Johnny You know Old Man Jacobson, down the street
Yea, he’s got that yippy dog,the bark’s worst than the bite
I can take care of Shannandoah, she knows me quite well
Well who gives a shi- about old man Jacobson anyway
Old Man Jacobson gets legal “Medical Marijuana”
He should get it tomorrow, I think government POT
Is better than anything we could pick up in Winsor County
Wow YOUR right Ricky Let’s visit the Old Man Tomorrow
Obituaries : Alvin Jacobson, 56 was found shot to death in
His house Friday Night, Police believe his prescription for
“Medical Marijuana” was a Factor in His Death . He leaves
2 Daughters, a Son, 7 Grandchildren and 2 brothers. his Wife
Zerina Pre deceased ten Years Donations to the Medical Relief Fund
A.M.A and Government Approved
Inspired By Michael Jordan’s Contest : “ Medical marijuana “
In unthinkable death how do you carry
yourself ?
An intimate dialogue with death
Fearless, undaunted .
I admire your grit.
One thin blade, one silken noose
but you want to face the bullet
straight in your heart.
The death should come instantly, because you
want to be witness, your head falling with
grace.
Why did you chase death
whistling on the beach,
taunting the eccentric sky
like muted revenge.
The grave will be too small for you
Your legs sticking out.
Lime burning your eyes.
Turning back the grave diggers may
not like to face your moved earth !
Satish Verma