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DEATH PARTS ONE TWO AND THREE


Thought

Thought I'd write a piece about death, quietus/ but there wasn't any so I wondered if

death was really an irrational thought/if maybe someone was playing a cosmic joke/ the last

laugh/let them figure it out/ Nox my goddess of death serene beautiful saddened by

her role in life/ endless betrayal looming/the ending of all things/fresh start recycled souls

moving thru infinity/and what of my life does the upcoming book change anything/who

remembers Kerouac and Ginsberg/is it all some gag/ some laugh a minute psycho

bullshit/ I am working on a second book of free verse and poetry, the first in the planning

stages by BOOK=FUEL. but time isn't on my side and quietus waits for no man and death

always death leering in the doorway/ watching so closely/seizing each moment never

letting on that she's known you since childhood. You're an old man now and it crawls into

bed with you festering on your soul/ and you can feel it; sense its presence all around

you/ You can't write your way out of this one baby/it is as real as pain and I wonder if

death ever seeks quietus/ or if she ever gets lonely but I have one last thing I need to

do and after that I'm all yours/ I cannot bargain with death but I intend to stay around

long enough to breathe thunder. Feeling the fire in my eyes/knowing that death

awaits like a black cat purrring so sweetly shadowing my soul thev keen eyes of

quietus in silence. And memory fades to oblivion and still death haunts with its

blackened stare/ and all I ask of it is time/just an old man trying to seal his fate

before death takes a hand in the mattter/just one more book/one last hurrah/

one last chance.

DEATH PART TWO

It looms like a snake poised to strike/always waiting/never sleeping/eternal

The companion to quietus/death/waiting for its moment/a serpent coiling

I beat it to the finish line once or twice already/living on borrowed time/endings

And death leers in the mirror of my soul like a devil without redemption/

always taunting/never completely silent/like a demon shadow of ivory

A raven perches on Death's bare left shoulder; whispering softly/ I feel a chill

run down my spine/not knowing hauntingly/ Death waits at the crossroads of my

mind/ seeking solace

DEATH PART THREE

The shadow of my soul unwinds like spools upon the wind and my time comes to pass

But my soul/being/ clings to a memory of what could have been if only I could have had

more time and a little luck/so I stare down quietus not willing to go/not now/ and death

waits on the sidelines not caring one way or another/her jade eyes shimmering/ She

of the hand/ever present/in my life/wavering like dew/ China doll watching

The black cat chooses which souls are to be harvested/ I stare into Death's

unblinking eyes and see my skull in flames taunting me/mocking me/reminding me

that I haven't got enough timr to leave a mark/yet that is what I intend to do/

Quietus be damned/ and Death smiles because she knows/ my spirit[soul] in

turmoil/endings forgotten/quietus the vulture that doesn't wait hovers silently in the

distance/brooding/ For it is the ending of all things that quietus exists/ angel of

nothingness

and I a mere mortal seek to stall its chill embrace on the wings of time hovering


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  1. Date: 3/30/2025 10:55:00 AM
    This is exactly the type of stuff I love reading! I love how you portray death as a paradox, as a character that you have known since the very beginning. The animals you use to symbolize death add so much! The contrasts you add, like "serene beautiful goddess" and "skull in flames" tell me that death can be both beautiful and horrid; it adds so much meaning! I love how the ending is both defiant and accepting. Great read!!

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