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snugglebuck
snugglebuck
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JOURNEY

JOURNEY
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Jade-Pandora
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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Death Waits Only for the Rain

( Prose )    
 
†  
The summerís humidity creeps the simulated sidings of the trailer home that sits in its rental stall on pilings at the below-sea level park near a train trestle towering over a flat, dry riverbed, silhouetted against the naked glare of a full moon. †  
† †
In times past, long before there was a drought, heavy rains that came annually like clockwork would fill the riverbed with seasonís deluge like an El NiŮo. It would cascade its banks, and had always caught park residentsí children unaware; playing too close with tragic results as the riverís path went on for miles down to the sea. †  
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On this particular night pregnant with fear in the extreme heat of stagnated, swollen air, unable to take on more baggage from what the mercury indicated from the house trailerís interior; a man and woman were lying uneasy, side by side, on a queen mattress covered with disheveled and flattened gray sheets stained with their sweat, while all of the pillows had been shoved off and were scattered on the floor of a cramped bedroom at the far end of their home dimly lit by moonlight. †  
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Yet now the macramť curtains are closed, and no windows are cracked open, nor is the brass ceiling fan turning. †There were two empty glasses the couple had imbibed from hours ago during a moment toward a promise of lovemaking, no longer swaddled in the glow of the wineís velour. †  
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He planted a long kiss, and the pain that always mystified them, passed. †Her pale body, almost thin, turned away even though their bodies still touched, pretending to sleep while listening to his forced breathing. Struck with a palsy and trying not to speak. †  
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Alarmed when she moved aside, reaching for the cunning in its metallic feel of cold smallness. She hasnít noticed his breathing has stopped. The words are halting as his voice breaks, †  
"I beg you, not tonight." The bed trembles as he shakes. †  
† †
She wants to hate him at this moment, but instead; †"Darling, don't speak of the dead." †  
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Then comes a sudden rasp as his throat closes in on itself, "You're not dead yet!" †  
† †
She turns to face his profile and makes him see as she offers it, then presses it into his clammy hand with a terrible resolve, "I need your help. Consider this a medicine to help me sleep".†† †  
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He can hardly see as his tears well up. Her eyes glisten as she helps him load only one chamber. Sheís distracted how it sounds like rain is beginning to patter on the roof... and never hears him whisper †  
† †
"Oh God, forgive me..."
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Jade-Pandora
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
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I Measure Every Grief I Meet

 
I measure every Grief I meet  
According to my Log,  
And make a mark when eíer repeat  
To rudder through the fog.  

A sexton with a featheríd quill,  
The columns may accord.  
As gentle Keeper of the Will,  
And noted for the Lord.  

A thankless task to other men,  
As diggers from the Past.  
But humble servant that I am,  
With Lists of evíry caste.  

My suit of rags is rent and torn,  
To walk among the Dead.  
Save only for the Mací Iíve worn  
That keeps rain off my head.  

The honor for the hosts interred  
Millenniums to rot,  
As long as Iíve a featheríd quill,  
They shall not be forgot.  



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A sexton = a person who looks after church grounds, and formerly as a gravedigger. † †  
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Jade-Pandora
Jade-Pandora
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Because I Cannot Stop For Death

( a Quatern )
 
Because I cannot stop for Death,
The Host of passage will oblige.
And thus shall quiet take my breath,
In disbelief must I abide.
 
Will I be running for a bus,
Because I cannot stop for Death.
Is there no other way for us,
To keep me from eternal rest?
 
I donít believe in being blessed,
To have another chance at life.
Because I cannot stop for Death,
That waits to cut me like a knife.
 
The test Iím given will I fail,
I know I havenít much time left.
If you could only post my bail,
Because I cannot stop for Death.
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Thetravelingfairy
Thetravelingfairy
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Righteous Escape

death will knock at your door
it will
it will haunt you like a songbird on your windowsill  
echoing a tune you wonít forget  
yes, death will knock at your door  
so be ready  
will you answer the doorbell?
will you wait?
now and then, the sound grows louder  
as time passes, the urge gets stronger  
aging with a rotting door  
soon to collapse  
the house you live in  
wasnít built to last  
death will kill your door  
it will  
and so the reckoning begins
to stay alone as the draft sets in
or to run into the arms of darkness  
 
making your righteous escape
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snugglebuck
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LOVE vs. DEATH

LOVE vs. DEATH
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AspergerPoet56
AspergerPoet56
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I Am Death

I am death
The spirit that eats the living
Reaping the souls
The last remaining breath
Of loved ones cherished ones

I am death
The one that spreads fear
Spreads dread into beating hearts
Darkness is my light
Silence my music

I am death
Feeding on the vulnerable
Choosing without discrimination
I donít care if you have lived 100 years
Or have never left the womb

I am death
The opposite of what is held dear
Like a dark cloud I hover above life
Like the rain that dampens the summer
I dampen existence

I am death
The whisper through time
The architect of sorrow
I take hope and destroy it
Itís my destiny to take who I want

I am death
I can turn a room cold
With my very presence
I create the void in every heart
Your fate is to know me
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buddhakitty
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the history of dust

 



oh, how foolish  
our youth †

swept along unsure †
shorelines by the †
tremulous waves †
of passion †

idolatry in the false †
God immortality †

believing that what †
is will always be †

until that one †
day  
that one terrible †
day  

the messenger †
arrives †
and grief gathers,  
a thousand ravens †
cawing and carrying †
sadness on their †
wings †

the only truth laid †
open bare before us †
like a lamb sacrificed  
upon an altar †

that what is will not †
always be  

and our stories are  
written in the history †
of dust
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slipalong
slipalong
Fire of Insight
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The new plane (the reaper)

The grim reapers toil
He carries on in peace and war
Whatever span on this mortal coil
His scythe will cut each flower all
 
Looks to what must be renewed
To carve a swathe
No time to stop or brood
The keeness of his blade
 
He takes us all adult and child  
Futility of the beaten chest
The steep forever flailed
Black harvester arrests  
 
Some gone in a blink
Some linger on the brink
Come that shadow cast me thinks
And death in tremor sink
 
The good to heavens utopia
Others face dystopia  
My being fear he may appear
That dark cloud may sever near

†Some asking questions
†Some believe faiths deception
Nothingness the destination
Just histology persists
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Josh
Josh
Joshua Bond
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Jack the Buffalo

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JACK THE BUFFALO

There was a macho buffalo
with awesome tackle down below,
balls the size of fullest moons
plus muscles pumped to make one swoon
and buffo-Jack enhanced his brand
with lots of studded one-night-stands.

The lady buffalos were fast
to learn his interest didnít last
and since they were for cert no fools
they hash-me-tooed some different rules
refused his playboy attitude
dismissing it as rude and crude.

The buffalo, severely peeved
decided in a huff to leave Ö
uhÖoh, this choice was not so great
determining the hand of fate ó
a hunter spied the handsome beast
and all the neighbours had a feast.

But hereís the rub, without mistakes
how does one learn the real from fake?
One way to look at things I guess
requires a shift in consciousness
where life continues past the grave
in unexpected Ďmazing ways

so holy transformations might
become creationís final right.
If true then Buffoís one mistake
transformed him into sacred steak
and up in heaven looking back
heís finally a happy Jack.



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