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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