Life


Today I live, tomorrow who knows
We swarm to a funeral dressed like crows

Memories of past fade away every moment
We judge lifes existence as an inevitable opponent

Our survival is measured with each passing second
Sometimes at ease, other times seem hectic

We create our own paths of life with each breathe
Inhaling life, exhaling death.


['Life' was written one year ago when a family friend passed away. I don't think I ever posted that one. The following poem 'Death' I just wrote is not a continuation. I was just bouncing off the contrasting titles and here is what I just came up with.]













Death


Sometimes I want to drink
and not stop
and see where it all goes
and when it goes

You see
This is not the poem I'm trying to write
But when you don't plagerize
This stuff falls out
Like me
when the opportunity arises

turned over and out

Sometimes my wit skips bits and pieces and
things like meticulate placement of keys
on a key ring with teeth chewing both ways

I will tell you;

A death can kill a man

-OR-

It can also take away
his life

and
sneak up to slit his own throat


Enough to make me wanna flip
on out

Eating the
same pot of stew

Same fricken fork
Sames fricken sames

It's like ?
the wrong bet
against the wrong person
who knows the WRONG PEOPLE

My life
lingers on dark
fingers on darts

Chuckin sin into the wind
I have been tempted

I rest
I awake
I think this could be better

Looking for a header
but I'll accept a footer
massage
message
missage
mossage
mussage

whatever
camo to fluage

It would surely be
dark

Dark as the night
the lights
dead beam flickerage
begins

Stuck her in mundane

Swearing, I swears swearfully
Sweared

Howling at the moon

If the night was any darker
I would be a bat

And knock this nutball
out of the park

-OR-

run in traffic
backwards
wearing
the latest fashions

Either way you look at it
death can kill a man

-OR-

It can...

Good write.

very nice

such great visuals

"we swarm to a funeral dressed like crows"
"run in traffic
backwards
wearing
the latest fashion"

loved it

These are really deep wrinkles (((J)))

'Sometimes I want to drink
and not stop
and see where it all goes
and when it goes

You see
This is not the poem I'm trying to write
But when you don't plagerize
This stuff falls out
Like me
when the opportunity arises'




i kinda think finding death is finding life again. it has happened from time to time as a little adventure diversion somewhere in the mix o life.

those lines moved me so when i read them, perfect sense.



losses bring you to death and a death(s) can be a loss(es)

overcoming inertia, soaring past numb, into purpose driven blunder

loss of meaning in pleasure, false beauty and pain

recognizing the alter risen to complete this task