Long Mortality Poems
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I had a conversation in the bookstore the other night with a couple about my age…the husband is battling prostrate cancer…it’s in its final stage.
He’s undergoing a new radium infusion therapy…having endured chemotherapy and radiation’s rays…and they were pleased to announce this was the first time he’d been out of the house in days.
“We’re hoping this therapy gives me a little more time.” He said and his wife readily agreed. “Because,” and here he smiled, “there’s a few more books I’d like to read.”
He bought a couple of books…his wife put them in her sack…and he smiled at me as they slowly walked away saying, “God willing…I’ll be back.”
As I watched them walk away I thought…what a different world we see… when we come face to face…with our own mortality.
I imagine when we’re looking at the end…when we know we’re living our final days…what’s important to us rises to the top…while what isn’t slips away.
I imagine we might wish for one more moment…when we know our life will be over soon…to make more footprints in the sand…or gaze up at the moon.
One more moment to hug our family…to look into their eyes…one more moment just to wake up and see one more sun begin to rise.
That’s what I found myself wishing for this man…as he faded from my sight
Hoping he’ll have more moments….as for his life he fights.
I know in the time he has left…there’s nothing he will overlook…
and I’m hoping he has a few more moments…to read a few more books.
War is not my wintry answer
when summer's serene peace
remains a cherished question.
Late autumn's year end Advent
sadly anticipates late winter's
grey unrelenting Lent
As Christmas traumatically
commercially prophesies
black Good Friday
before Easter mortality
Painful future passion story losses,
hopefully temporary,
yet now recently felt
with post-bimillennial stressors.
A global sensory climate of anxiety
and not anticipation,
of unease
and not health
across the nation
Of crumbling democratic energy
fading public sensing health
and bumbling good synergy
reflecting dark governance
lack of wealth,
Lost in dogmatic
even fascist partisanship,
abandonment of healthy democracy
bicameral bipartisanship
Sacred Left
and secular BusinessAsUsual Right
religiously held monoculturing privileges
held tightly all night
overwhelming divinely humane
co-passionate polycultural serenity,
Unitarian integrity
of universal NewYear EarthTribe health
Yintegrity resonantly promising
profound Yangish resilient wealth.
How will this EarthTribe sacred solstice
harmonically resound
healthy democratic energy?
Spaciously serene peace
for wealthy therapeutic Earth
justice.
Consumer wars
are not my LeftBrain answer
when RightMind healthy peace
remains my economically enlightened
and politically empowered
sacred
trusted
integrity-potentiated
question.
A revolving door of visiting friends
Old and new, at the hospital, day by day.
Stalked by death's brooding shadow;
Cancer-stricken and terminally ill,
Yet faces his mortality with courage.
His bones ache yet his heart sings
As he lay dying without regrets.
A man of faith, he feels no fear
As he embarks on his final destination.
His journey from stunned denial to
Acceptance of his fate, complete.
What a life! He had a good run.
Loved ones surround his death bed.
His wife of more than half a century
Keeps round the clock vigil.
His bones ache yet his heart
Coos along to her farewell song,
Softly sung into his right ear.
Hand in hand, a goodbye kiss on his brow.
A stream of peacefulness flows
Through the clearing of his mind
As he slowly slips away; his bones
Ache no more.
In the great void we have met
And all things unto you are a dream
And appear to me to only seem
Yet we walk these halls without regret
For in the distance stirs your light
And in that gleam the throws of life
And death, love, hate and bitter strife
Even the writ notions of wrong and right
And man stirs and looks above
He sees the stars and glimpses thee
Though thy night shrouds his ability
He will believe faithfully in lieu of
Proof is an illusion of permanence
But in the grand semblance there is only change
In thine resemblance ever new and strange
In the end only proving proof purposeless
My eyes seek to follow and find
To know the truth and the sublime
To know the reason behind the rhyme
The gentle nudgings given mankind
Yet your face changes from time to time
You wage wars with famine and drear
You cage the hope and loose the fear
The notions writ yield to abhorrent crime
I see thine ending, your hands relenting
Their faith you shake, their love forsake
Their own path you would have them make
But there be no hallowed mount fit ascending
To the stars they would climb
But fear what they may find
A god as unkind as was left behind
Would their faith avail them for all of time?
Or fall away to the timeless void
You made them to be contentless
You bade them strive on, relentless
Their dreams can never be destroyed
And so in the great void where we met
And you clothed in man’s dreams
And I seeing only that which seems
Unfolding and refolding reality,
Into new matters to glean
In wonder of what it all means
I yet wander without regret,
Learning in the walks
Discovering through our talks
Though your face remains unseen
A dream within a dream.
Asleep in the deep serene
I awaken unto thee
FORGE AHEAD
Forge ahead, spines are steel
anger, tragedy, treachery heal
betrayal merely a step on ladders
Golden Age arises, Kali Age passes
fragrant oysters in Bloomsbury Blue
manifesting pearls for specific rings
bring garlands, soulfully sing
Dark was the night
facing polished daggers, fists tight
Herculean shoulders held mirrors
seeing shadows in hot quivers
they were mere simulation games
for false egoic fame
Enmeshed on a timeline where
we toiled taciturn to pay rent
glow and glee unnecessarily spent
numberless illusions, broken vows
struggling sorrowfully, success in the now
Love with faith lying in a mess
a necessary playing of
hide-seek schemes to loosen
toady tones, melt frozen marrow
in calcium-poor bones
Our curriculum included knowing
strategy and tactics
docile services so hectic
courage relentless coppered with marble
awaiting cosmic chisel to challenge
maidens through their drizzles
Slowly we learnt to sow
for an abundant harvest of
Ceres pipless sweet grapes
scrape skin alone, releasing gritty stones
journey solitary beaches
clearing human leeches
studying symbols from light
languages nimble
holy mantras our companion horns
realisation dawned a fresh spring morn
Life lesson upon lesson
ages come and go, as sessions
mates all part of an orchestra for
mind to microscopically mime
Soul to rise, summit a visceral
vista of primal presence wise
hopes equal whims on froth of light
seeds everywhere in skimming sight
gather them simply, plant anew
Focus fresh, a tiny platinum key cue
We are our own bromeliads
pyramids, dungeons or charnel ground
diamond within is Purity’s eternal mound
indestructibility not mortality is
Soul’s character sound
as Mantis magnifies new beginnings
know they were already sculpted to scoop
sapphires of own silvery choosing
Forge ahead, no noosing !
Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers
Once wooded, now populated, concrete
Where crickets chirped, now a street
Dreams dying, goals unreached, a new reality
Coming face to face with your own mortality
Material achievement, awards on the wall
Of no real value, please take them all
To change the world but the drive is gone
There's a torch still burning, can you pass it on
Stars in the sky whose light will not diminish
Journey toward dreams that you'll never finish
There is a peace in memories, pain doesn't last
The future intimidates but not the past
Different roads but the same destination
Reaching back in sheer frustration
Fearing places where we don't know what we'll find
Thinking back to all we left behind
Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers.
When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I see my own strength staring back
I see that I am worthy
Hugged in the warmth of its beat
I am attracted to your integrity
To your passionate journey
Of your flight to the stars
Do you know...that it is
A fire's dream to become an inferno?
Just as you are—
My flames long to be
There is an absence of fear
In every step you tread
I can feel that you have walked beyond
Your darkest, murkiest hour
And your faith has not been crushed
You have risen above the darkness
And you continue to rise in light
You have been so alone,
You have been the hero for yourself
You value strong hearts and minds
And you will never settle for less
To be in your space
Is to taste the earth's finest flavor
To be in your space
Is to master genuine laughter
And meaningful tears
To be in your space is to
Wrestle with the magic of truth
With a healthy zest for movement
And a promising thirst for growth
I want to be in your space
Till there is no space in-between
For you and I see
That your spirit is my fire's need
And my joy is your soul's dream
When I gaze deeply into your heart,
I remember why we suffer,
And I rejoice,
For you lead me to the stars of night
To the gracious lights in the sky
That show us the weight of our mortality
And our ascending hope beyond
Do you know…that it is
A fire's dream to become an inferno?
Just as you are—
Aries of Avidity,
My flames long to be
July 25, 2018
Hashish smoke trails her
along a dusky corridor
Aka the hall of fires
where mirage chimeras unleash
Encumbered with hands splayed
her crystal ball lumens
wires ghostly apparitions
mnemonic attachments
What mystery ensues
a phantasmagoria
of horror nudging
the demonic
Sitters drenched
in profuse sweat
fainting one by one
Alas unconscious
their fate met?
Coroners couldn’t ‘ve clarified
Described as an arctic chill
bolting across the sector
through each limp body
claiming mortality
As icy temps rise
Hypothermia responsible!
for the fatality, for their demise
Latter days professing onto
recordings of a gathering that took place
confessing that a séance
performed by a mysterious woman
in a trance—was the case.
The
Moon is waxing
First quarter crescent
The beckoning begins
Nodding, gurgling
Opening realms unseen
to the naked eye
Madame
Mystic, psychic,
a beguiling storyteller
and Medium
Down in a cellar, along with a Ouija
volumes of her writings discovered
delving into société espirita
The Goldilocks of the occults
Esoteric subjects,
a burgeoning interest
Astral travels,
unexplained laws of nature,
powers latent in man
Madame channeled
ascended masters
The Voice of the Silence
The Two Paths
The Seven Portals
"gifts" from the specters
This time Madame stands
to receive between intervals
and only he is seated
Warning him of dark spirits
a dimension outside
of our physical time-space reality
shadowing, making absence
of light a necessity
To invoke them
another nod
Continues unabated
Reveal the truth!
By sacred decree, by order
Behind the phenomenon
details of schemes came to light
Denounced as Black Magic
she was no longer to fright
Marked as a fraud
it all a façade
The moon is waning
Third quarter
Finally, my blood began to coagulate,
I really did not think this would eventuate.
But now there’s hope I will not exsanguinate,
because I feel my blood now hemagglutinate.
Remain in my blood vessels and just circulate
perfusing all my organs and accelerate
my wellbeing so I’ll not deteriorate
Instead, my condition will reinvigorate.
So, I will live another day to celebrate
the fact, that I should see another birthday date.
Not be a statistic for mortality rate
by bleeding to death, failing to resuscitate.
Please, let this be a lesson not to overstate
the survival secret one must not lacerate
an organ that could bleed out and necessitate
the need then for your blood to just coagulate
“…could not stop for death- he kindly stopped for me-
The carriage held just ourselves and immortality.”
Quote by _ Emily Dickinson
Death will never break a sweat
For death will always win
There is no oval track in life
No round and round again
Death will never break its stride
Nor slow its timeless cadence
Laughs as we scurry about
For death has endless patience
Death casts no shadows, rings no bells
Serves neither heavens nor their hells
It’s just Life’s valet parking guy
Punching tickets as we pass by
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