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Must I confess to you my love the nature of my mortality
before we have a chance to cross the river running so wild?
Yes darling, but hurry the current is getting stronger.
Well, let me think, it 's not easy to ponder about my own demise
and I much prefer immortality, until I recall the downside, boredom and losing loved ones time after time, becoming a permanent resident in cemeteries, but
then again, it beats mortality, doesn't it?
Honey you were supposed to tell me about mortality?
Oh yes, it slips my mind when I think about it, perhaps it's too slippery a term.
Then don't bother, let's cross the current is perfect, oh no it's still too fast,
help, I am dying, well that was close, you're wicked fast.
Don't mention it, it goes with your mortality clock, not ringing for the time being.
And how do you know that?
How? Well, of course, because I am the angel of death, no kidding.
So you put me on all this time.
Had to, had no choice, you would never cross with me.
And now that I have?
Now we both bathe in the mercury fog of inexistence.
On the outskirts
of a line comprised
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on the possibility
that if heard, they
stumble not to the fore
of inexistence. Due to
clocks power, a measure
of petite conversations formulate
in between. My aroused pupils
correlate with yours...(SIGH) Your
soul accompanied by the brown sand you're comprised of
is indeed...
Exquisite.
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A cheetah avoided the trap that night
And the wild cat escaped the shot.
Someone was there for them to learn
And each of them were taught.
The Bear had chosen to spare the cubs
For the ease of the Mother Bear.
But the man with the gun
Fell pray to own stun
And we didn't drop any tear.
"Was this the Kingdom the people asked for",
Had wondered the old young man.
Was this Forest Spirit?
I gave way to the might
To spare extinct life near it.
This is the trap the noble beast
Avoid it and stay secure.
"But are you to teach animal wild
How to handle the life of the least?"
Bear, Wolf pack and the Black Cat
had adopted small human kid.
When he grew he led his army to shed
The skin of the huge snake.
The snake was wise
And venom was nice
Taking life of the gunman.
Where body remain
There's no soul in vain
As there wasn't soul at all.
There people in lab
They study us
But the small insect flew
It took one small bite
And that was right
And such is the story of ew.
The neckless cheetah had worn
Was there to see how migrate.
They count each animal of the world
But valuing own rate.
There people came with the cross
And said "Don't eat your grandma".
Yet no body remain
But the wild soul remain
Dwelling being that much afar.
Food chains of the world become franchise.
"But in which sense regards the wild?"
You are eating brand, the starch and the scent,
civilization of the descent.
Vegetarian Lion lives in the Zoo
Within the claustrophobic cage.
The dumb and the cross
yet bears idea about the inexistence of the Nitrogen.
There is nothing however about wrong
Human fights for the human life.
I am standing near with sharp cosa
When the times comes for partial differential.
See if poeple would rot to become
cultivation means,
Maybe there could be so much
fertile soil
so there wouldn't be the need to always win.
Death sings its boisterous song to me
Proudly placing itself as the ruler
Of everything created by the maker
Death sings and kills me softly!
Why, unable to fall for anything else
Other than that which has been fated
For me, I remain, alive and unsatiated
Relying on Death for a blossomed release!
Death sings and pulls my soul closer to it
Readily, willingly, knowing that it shall win
While I will be snatched of my mortal skin
And deprived of any of my remaining wit!
Faced with it, I can only kneel,
In agonising pain,
Filled with tormented disdain
Why, pretending to be made of steel
Is certainly not a task for a frail hearted poet
I'd rather lose myself in Inexistence
Regardless of how, then, life would dance,
As, it would seem that I have already lost the bet!
Pray, I choose to sit and cry in lauded religious books
Hoping to be noticed by the God of all mankind
Hoping then, that He might scrap me off life's line
Since Death is already the greatest of its monarchs!
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The winds lifted me up
And pushed me
Towards there
Where roads, four in all,
Diverged!
Upon each one of these
Was written on a signboard
Their destination!
One was Love, One was Faith,
One was Mundanity and one was Inexistence!
Aimless and lost in a world
Which belongs not to me
Aimless and lost
Fed up even,
I already knew which one
Of these I had to choose
As,
The skies and the power that
Rule them
Have already guided me upon my way!
There was where Love sparkled,
Brightly
Upon its signboard
There, where the mere thought
Of it
Melted the stony Queen
That inhabited me!
I chose to clip off my wings
And to walk
Towards where I am fated
But,
Dismayed was I
To find a no entry sign there,
Hidden by the leaves of a huge
Maple tree
Almost, as if,
The sign was ashamed of itself
Merely for being there!
I swallowed my gulp
Bit my lips
Fought my tears
And hid
The shattering noise of my heart
As it broke into pieces
Which would never ever
Be able to be assembled back together
As,
No one
Has ever witnessed
Typhoons' reformation after their
Natural disintegration!
So,
I chose to cover my head with my veil
And to kneel
To pray,
Asking the skies
To be merciful towards me
As I took the lead in my own fate!
I walked towards there
Where it was written
Inexistence!
The road there was murky and dark
No winds blew there,
No birds chirped
No rain fell, no sun shined,
No love felt
No tears shed,
No battles won or even lost,
Why,
There was nothing there!
And there was where I chose to go
Knowing that no more
Was I to be tormented
No more was I
To even pretend
Or to even try not to sin!
There,
Was bliss
And there
Was the end of my journey!
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And if after Death decides to blow my candle out
I step up there where clouds sing
And winds laugh
There where rainbows act out powerful dance moves
There where grass grows merely for the sake of love
And dies when deprived of it
There where I was once,
Before my fall into Earth's womb!
Why, if after the strike of Death
I step up back there
Only to feel the same emptiness gnawing at me
The same hurt pricking at me
The same agony rolling itself all over me
The same story which wants to be written
But which I choose not to
As it did not turn out the way I thought it would,
Why,
Would it be worth to keep on Existing?
Existence relies on two things;
The body and the power which animates it,
The body and its consciousness
And I,
Remain the subtle power which drives this power,
Spawned somewhere back at the beginnings of Time
To be there where I was meant to be,
In Love's heart!
Pray, deprived of Love's warmth,
I become useless,
A burden, even,
For the whole cosmos
And for myself!
I live, I breathe the air that I have to share with the rest
I require water, I produce wastes,
I use and abuse, without really being of great use
I be, for a void purpose
I be, for no reason!
Better then would it be to cease to be
As, even if I choose to be made of matter,
Matter needed by Earth to sustain her children,
I still would feel the harshness of life claw at me!
Inexistence is what I pray for,
May the Gods heed me
I do enjoy the luck of feeling their blessings upon me
Yet,
Without the fulfilling of my cause
The burden that I become
Is as painful as is the feel of fire
Raging over my whole body!
For my purpose in life had I always been searching
Ever since I grew up and became conscious
That humans live only to die;
That they are mere dust particles spread over
An uncertain surface
A surface controlled by an entity they perceive not
An entity powerful enough as to shake that surface
As easily as humans themselves would shake rug mats
To clean them!
Of my purpose in life had I been made aware of
One day, when the skies shook and rattled
When I got thrown into moving sands
And had no other option than to give up!
Yes, the mysticism that surrounds life and
The uncertain surface that makes it up
Whispered to me, through waves which reached
My soul
That my purpose in life
Is to meet with my beloved
A beloved with whom I've shared ties for many previous lives
A beloved who accepted to fall unto this uncertain surface
For my sake, knowing that I acted out my fall
Simply because I had not been able to bear with the pains of love!
Pray, the mysticism of life has again whispered to me
My beloved has been revealed to me
For him, I shall cast away my ego, my pride
My identity, my fame, my success
For him, I shall be a purist;
One willing to enjoy the sweet aches of love,
As if I were a knave deprived of emancipated rights!
For him, I shall be a puppet
Acting out as he wills me to!
And, if ever the powers of Maya's illusion get stronger than me
So stronger that the beloved's awakening to his purpose
Moves him not,
So much that he tends not towards me,
Then, my sole and dutiful purpose
Would be to seek the state of Inexistence
Whereby neither the joy of love nor its pain
Would matter!
4th June 2018