death has no political affiliation so your religious fervor for one party over another means nothing to death your grave or ashes will be dealt with without prejudice so carry-on with your disdain of science in the end it really doesn’t matter
dancing on the edge of a dream that place where all things are possible and anything can be undone decisions poorly made corrected old arguments won salty tears dried and blown into nonexistence one can also fulfill suspended dreams caress lovers never held taste the honey of lips only seen from a distance even succeed where failure prevailed oh this is a marvelous place these moments between night and dawn resting on a new day’s pillow
nothing
will be placed
upon
the earth
to
mark
that i was here
it is
by my choice
for
no one
really
looks at graves
oh
someone
may wander by
and
comment
about
a clever verse
inscribed
upon
the marble
but
it is
the inscription
that’s
recalled
not
the person
no one
ever really knew
the
person
that
housed the soul
beneath
the flesh
that’s
why
we’re not recalled
we began
as a faded image
and
death
merely bleached
what
was left
leaving
at best
a sketch
of
what
people wanted
to
believe
too many poems about the dead i’m certain those without this moral frame won’t care nor stare angrily at your pontifications if you choose to write about something alive
i have no time to live or relive your fears of what might be or should be those offer nothing to my final days so i’ve chosen to listen to what the sparrow has to say about this new day
punishment must be immediate if it’s going to be effective every child psychologist knows that so dear god i recommend reconsideration of judgement day
