In times of impending demise, you might see your life being replayed across your mind. Sometimes it’s in fast forward, sometimes in slow motion, sometimes both at once. Life flashes in random order, constantly cycling in and out like an out of control tilt-a-whirl at the county fair. You’d think that with all those moments stuck on a playback loop that one would walk away with perfect recall of all the events. Not true. You can remember things like the first time you pooped in your diaper and that piece of Bazooka Joe bubble gum you pocketed when you were ten years old. Every detail, no matter how small or insignificant will come flooding back. But what the heck just went down, draws a complete blank.
when death feels certain,
life flashes by in seconds—
don’t regret the show
Are we living our life to the fullest?
Or just covering layer between society.
Days are less to take time out of saddest,
No friends, no family then just plant a tree.
Have great company all the time!
Then why to show the world?
That you are having nice sip of wine,
Just creating delusion in your twirl.
You are not present at the very moment,
Each of the time! Just live the presence.
You vibe just like a dull broken fragment,
You are showcasing your own absence.
Stop creating this fakeness in friendships,
All your eyes says that you all are snakes.
Don't treat everyone as in a relationship,
Not more to doubt about, people are awake!
First be yourself',
Then try to be of others.
And at the time of death,
No regrets left.
Written By: D. Collins 11/22/24
I have no regrets on once being here.
An accepted passion on doing what I did.
I feel good about being in my own skin.
Proud of what I’ve done and where I’ve been.
I did God’s will by spreading His seed.
A boy from Compton grew up to be me.
And, there’s not a moment I would take back.
For being what I am. Strong, willing, and black.
Make a difference in this world, if only for yourself.
Don't spend a second trying to be someone else.
Hold true to your values and try to do good.
Leave a footprint in every place you ever stood.
Don't regret the risks you didn't take
This house is crowded
I've run out of space for my bones
The way the passage of time is etched into my skin
I've lived an eternity in a year
All the rooms are packed with memory
Once my heart was on fire
I left thoughts like ashes and dust to the cracks they're settling in
Growing tired of my world burning down in front me
I decided to become the flames
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for attempting to live a life with a minimum of regret
for trying never do anything I’d want desperately to forget
This reasoning comes from Ranata Suzuki
a poet who endeavors
to remind us how regret is a short word
and yet it stretches on forever
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Sighing, she withdrew from her life's labors;
her age beckoned a restful luxury
from her now-passing spouses, grown children,
busy neighbors, and weary market treks.
Much more than her shoe soles had worn thin
from everyday care and worry,
endured throughout many doldrums and years
of dutiful and endless wear and tear.
She drew curtains, leaned into the shadows,
and tossed her legs onto an ottoman.
Small tears of joy ran her cheeks as she sat
peaceful to reflect on all of it.
Off to the big audition to be a showgirl
This lofty lady her big head all a swirl
In the grandstand was the grand plan
She knew she can can do that can can
At least at one point she thought she could could
Perhaps those old joints don't bend so good good
But damn the odds she took that mainstage
And kicked like hell to turn a new page
She shocked the pants right off those judges
So no regrets could hold old grudges
Could it be the next great show headliner
Be this ancient bobblehead with eye liner
Well!... No, that's not quite realistic really
But what a story!.. a bit simplistic and silly
The truth of this big noggin at one hundred
Was a standing ovation and compromise said
The judges gave her free passes for the show
Kick it up a notch now and then, or you'll truly never know
If I could take it all back
Every wrong ever wrought
Every regrettable thing
Every broken wing
I'd lay it all to rest
In an unmarked plot
Over which I would plant
Quiet thyme
And no-leaf clovers
Lilies of denial
And forget-me-nows
There would be no memorial
No elegy, no eulogy
No monody, no dirge
Not even a calaverita
Unless one is desperate
Enough to count this poem
This nobituary, if you will
No lamentation
No regrets
No go-away birds
No mourning doves
Nor egrets to bear the pall
Only leave the dead featherless
Laid down without down
To comfort them
And the egrets
Stand stilted and white
As nothing
Melancholy
As marble statues
In the silk gray dusk
Like lilies on a grave.
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
In a life full of crossroads and decisions to be made,
How can we ever be sure that the path we’ve chosen is right?
Once we’ve made a choice, the other routes begin to fade.
We must follow through and live our lives in the light.
Night cometh when no man can dwell on the past,
Aboard this train of life moving relatively fast.
Seen our share of ups & downs through countless situations.
Wisdom gained & ignorance shed, developed a sense of patience.
After a lifetime of knowledge and lessons learned,
We’ve come through it all with a lot of maturity.
In our hands alone, the key to our future we’ve earned.
Like the comfort of a blanket, with faith comes security.
With no regrets I dream,
Please come along with me.
Moonlight is above our heads,
And we talk about what may or may not be;
What may or may not last.
When we wake we know
We cannot stop the rain from falling.
“Without Regrets”
In the deep of the night
Our blankets drenched in sweat
I fought with all my might
Thinking she might be right
I chose to be her pet
In the deep of the night
In moon light bright
Without regret
I fought with all my might
She took a big bite
I will never forget
In the deep of the night
She lanced this poor knight
Her skin of sweet violet
I fought with all my might
It really wasn’t a fight
But to her delight
In the deep of the night
I fought with all my might
2/22/2022
I am a dog with a loving heart
And just like you I burp and I fart
When my family and I go for walkies together
Simply throw me a ball and I'm more happy then ever
I would never judge you for acting like fools
and I learn really fast with a few simple rules
I am a dog with sharp teeth and claws
Which I use to protect my children and yours
So if danger threatens my family in doors
I will fight at their side standing strong on all fours
The fight may leave me with bruises and sores
But your love hugs and kisses are worth more than my paws
When your babies are sleeping I'll guard them all night
So go to sleep mum an dad it will all be alright
If someone breaks in just try and keep calm
I'll do whatever it takes to keep you from harm
If I hurt someone doing what I must do
They may put me to sleep but it's worth it for you
If this is to happen you're not to blame
You loved me and cared for me so carry no shame
You must all be strong as there will be no pain
And rest assured I will see you again
So with my family all round me just cradle my paw
And I'm happy that you're the last people I saw.
By Matthew Robinson
taste of your kisses
lingered after you left me
that final evening--
I am no longer crying
I want you to know this, dear.
May 27, 2021
As I sat on the couch in the living room,
I began to think about life and how it
goes by in a flash.
And what would I do if death came
knocking right then and there.
Had I made amends with the creator?
Am I a woman of integrity? Would I
plead for my life and beg for more time?
Did I have any regrets? Did I live my life
to the fullest? Did I rebuild the bridges
that I’ve burned?
I realized at that very moment that I
fell short. I haven’t lived my life to
the fullest; I haven’t lead a noble and
just live. Death is an appointment that
I can't cancel. I started to rack my brain,
wondering what to do; as the tears
began to flow, I thought, about how
unpredictable life is? It takes many turns.
Each day we live, we are close to death.
In an instance, my answer came through
my tears.
I had gotten a breakthrough.
As long as I have life in me, I must focus
on the things that matter most. Live each
day as though it was my last, aim to live
a life free of regrets.
4-29-2021
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