mortality
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I remember how heaven was
With no worry or war
I took heaven by its word
With no will or choice to veil my gift or hoard.
One Can Only Imagine
This Place I Cannot Describe.....
In Between This Darkness Of Time
Trespassing Through
This Light Into Life
It Was You, Guiding My Way.....
I Became A Spectator Of My Own Life
Disbelieving darkness and frightening final sounds
Relief that the eternal moment may never be found
Mortality’s grip from which we all shelter and hide
If I were to die soon: to the person beside my body.
Someone, save the sadness in my eyes
in a small glass bottle.
Fill it up with sea water and give it a kiss once in a while.
Below this ground lies the infinite ocean graveyard
The seas overtaking boundless promises
Left for the tides to discard
Waves washing away titanium tiles
Upon this flower I shall gaze,
simple as it’s bloom.
For God has made you there,
Living in the lighted Son.
Shall you not go that way?
Life is like a car without brakes
Except on fire and filled up with snakes
It frantically flies, as if scraping the skies
And will probably end up in a lake
But life has a deadline in mind
Our bones rot and decay
But not yet for me.
As I grow older,
I consider my mortality.
Time goes by and we don't care to acknowledge.
Too busy trying to grow up
And ship ourselves of to college,
Every morning, I wake up wishing,
I was as tough as I pretend to be,
Wash my face, forget my name, repeat;
I wish I was stronger than a man.
The popular 80’s hit has a tempo of 100 beats per minute, which is the same tempo at which one should give chest compressions during CPR.
—The American Heart Association
My
Do you ever think
of how often
you escape
death’s clutches,
and you don’t even notice?
Dear All,
I am everything and I am nothing.
A creeping shadow in the black, abyss-like corners of life.
To gaze upon my cloaked, physical form,
That of which was comprised from a stereotype and guesswork,
We are all ruled by time
Our life ticks away
Seconds, minutes, hours at a time
We all begin wound
Our cogs meshing and turning
Just simple time pieces
Ticking away
Freat clocks and wrist watches
We are all ruled by time
Our life ticks away
Seconds, minutes, hours at a time
We all begin wound
Our cogs meshing and turning
Just simple time pieces
Ticking away
Freat clocks and wrist watches
It's coming,but no one can tell when.It's on its way some time or dayand you'll figure it then.It's right around the corner,you can't see it with your eyes.It might or may give you signs,
As I sit in my chair, practicing the traditions of bowing, blessing my heirThe thrown is now emptyMy body melts in the chairDrinking and reminiscingAbout the dynasty he created
Mortal
the word which strikes fear in our bravest
and shakes even the most reasonable minds...
giving birth to ardency in apostasy
but also dogma, hate, and intolerance.
All things without reference vanish
to the undiscovered country
from which none have yet returned.
Those whom fortune neither kissed nor cursed,
I danced in this great and ancient forest that
have had grown over the course of centuries- leaving half
eaten morsels of it’s decaying ancestors to revisit later.
Time.
It has grown
these knarreled
and misshapen oaks.
It has ravaged
and swelled
these grey grey graveyards.
And it faded
the once
great abbey into
The last glimpse of Amber and burgundy,
After the bombing and the raid,
As his flesh is kissed and licked away
By pincers of roiling flame.
Watch him go!
The silly thing
The pitiful, puny, ugly thing
Six grabbing
Appendages
Crawling up the table leg
The shadow of my finger
Chasing him
Scramble home,
little bug,
Your memory is painful
Because you're not here
Three years later it still hurts
Only upon the acceptanceo f our own mortality
are we simultaneously
invincible and vulnerable,
immeasurable and finite.
I can feel my own mortality
It seeps through my body
Sending chills to my spine
Filling in the empty spaces
A winter inversion settling in
Blanketing everything in a dull grey
I feel it in my soul
What keeps us from dying?
What makes us afraid?
Why do we persist even when pain invades?
What makes the human condition such as it is?
That might be accounted for by the Id.
I'll sleep when I'm dead
when my corpse is cooling
my eyes are blank
and my hands barely curling
the red flush leaking
like the last dregs of an empty cup
laying as a doll
so white and clean
Through years of experience I have learn that people may sometimes forget what you have said to them in the past,
They may forget what you did,
But one thing that I can asure is that they will never forget how you made them feel,
Do you see the man in black?
He haunts me in my dreams.
Slowly follows
Never stops
Yet never closer gets.
Can you hear the man in black?
He cries in ghastly tongues
Silent screaming
A heart pure and strong
A mind so quick and clever
A voice that can reach out
A world to be made better
You never know how much you have
Or if you will survive
Time is of the essence
How long you'll stay alive
A sacred unknown fate
All depends on the ticking clock
as if looking at you were not enough, my heart does skip a beat in time to you. when i beheld you i instantly knew, your love would make me your most treasured buff. for this cannot be love's truest hour, mere impulse is your specialty, my dear.
Time is temporary
Short in its permanence
Infinite in appearance
People live
Dying to carve their permanent mark
Dragging their knife through the flesh of life
Hoping to leave scars as screams
As a daffodil, she’s rooted downin dirt and defecation, reflecting sunshine only when her branches are severed
We are the Best
The Bravest
At least that’s what is said
Over and Over again
Even after our Last Breath
It sure is something when one is killed, blindsided -
he simply does not see it coming.
It is then something else when one can see it coming,
but has not the slightest change or hope in stopping it.
Silence fills the streets that lead to Willow St. and back. It covers everything transforming the quiet town like the photo I hold in my hands. It covers the shadowed staircase that leads to the small dark patch at the top of it.
Ashes to ashes. Stardust to stardust.
Not something you can take with you
Exactly
But not something you can easily
Relinquish.
Grow claws just to clutch at it for a
In desperation,
I leave words carved
into IHOP napkins
and left on nightstands.
I would carve into the western
cedar, but my pen
is dull. I leave
with words dripping
down the hall in carbon-
Seconds pass by every day,
An unavoidable truth,
Reaffirmed in youth,
Destined only to fade away.
Though refusing to stay,
They rarely lack ruth,
To forgo the uncouth,
And blend into a graceful ballet.
