Without Death

Life without death, pointless...
Death gives life meaning, passion, power.
An end, which inspires new beginnings. Potential, drive, focus, motivation, ambition.
What does a life without death give except endless hardship and spiritual destruction?
So...define what your life means, beginning to end, birth to death. And in the aftermath of your definition, live it, dream it, do it til it's done, finished.

Death Comes With Birds

my life. Hard. but funny.
no woman wants me. no money.
writing what comes through from High above.
filled with rage. but always choosing Love.
Hard on myself. perfectionist.
brilliant ideas ahead of the times.
no matter how hard life gets. stay away from crime.
Yoga for my spine. I found that without a spine.
you'd be miserable. but if you keep it fit. you'll be spiritual.
praying for Love. asking for miracles.
Life. lonely. but not bitter.
Love. absent. four seasons of Winter.
Observing humanity. Participating in change.
Influencing the magnetic thought patterns. with words.
Death comes knocking. Death comes with birds.
I'm not dying here. I'm escaping without a scratch.
I am the one that Death can't catch.

              Dear Death
Death is the last thing you will see before you die
We are all waiting for our deaths; success just comes to pass us by
We only get the chance to celebrate our happy birthdays
Though death and birth they come only once
I wish I can live longer to celebrate my happy Death day.

Is sleeping well? Then why are afraid of dying
As they say sleeping is the cousin of death, half alive is living good
Then be eager to see and experience the other half, Death
Because the body needs to rest from the tiresome day
Have you ever imagined prolonging the rest of your life?

Death isn’t a bad thing at all in fact it helps if you think positive
As for me, I’m not afraid of dying but I hate to go first
But what about if nobody died since the days of Adam and Eve
The world would have been full today no space for movement
And who would spend our days taking care of the old and the sick.

Happiness is a choice so we just cry when our loved one dies
But God gave us one weapon, to forget and thanks to that weakness today
I can’t remember my great grandfather’s death and can’t cry
So forgetting is what I need and death gives me strength to fight hard
But death is the reason why we enjoy development today.

Imagine your great grandfather told you to put on a skin would you have invented clothes
We wouldn’t have female leaders today; the world wouldn’t give them a chance
Death helps us think to improve what we had before
But as long as we get old, let’s enjoy our dear death to pave way for the next generations.

he's lost his touch (senryu)

there's my old friend Death
slogging down the street looking
through recycle bins

"No End To The Flesh"  

 I want to be mortal forever
To know my life is mine and mine alone
No end to the flesh
Life over death
No soul to set free
Or apples to tempt me
I do not want to rise into Heaven
Or fall to some torturous place
What I want is to feel
To taste
To smell
And most of all
I want to love
Never ending love
For all I have ever known
Is love never begun
When finally it comes
I don't want to let go
I want to hold on
I want to be mortal forever

Thats a real topic we don't like to deal with.

Death is a topic we all must deal with whether we want to or not, be it our own or of the ones we love. But like anything else we don't have, we can fantasize we are immortal. Poetry is a deeply personal way of turning our dreams into our own immortality. My words will be here long after I have gone...
JJ

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π  My death witnessed by Tall Man

We talked openly like friends  
I loved him and let him walk right in  
He waited for want and weakness    
He was zeroing in  
Pacing through my thoughts  
As stealthy as a jungle cat  
Finger fucked my sweet cunt  
While he stroked his twisted snake  
Got off to my offered devotion  
Waited for my heart to break  
Just enough to find a good size crack Stuck his cold thin hand through the open shattered slit  
Twisted his in his ugly paw and yanked on it
Grabbed what was left of the beat inside  
My tick tock ripped open wide  
Oh God how I bled  
Bled bright Cherry red  
And my cry was drowning and close to death  
While he laughed and screamed  
And danced on my on my pain  
Taunted my end  
My gasps like a fish on land fighting for breath  
Now more than damaged, he scoffed  
He masturbated his cock and his ego and finished me off  
He took and shoved everything deep in his pocket and easily forgot what from that heart I had willingly gave  
He took it and sneered  
"CUM was a you fuh mizzum you dumb hillbilly slave."

I love your mind, the way it works, the words, the verse, the rhyme...I can't help but wish that I knew you, for real, in person, face to face, for life.

Without Death

without death, how I could live
knowing nothing will end
I will not return
to the dust that I was

without death I will love
harder, longer and forever
anyone that would have me
loving me for myself

without death...
and yet will I wander
as always I did before
seeking for something
I have never had ...?

The Prize

In general we look at immortality
As a prize in a worldly game show
The star prize in the grand final
Immortality is the real X factor
Worshiped and sought by the many
It’s secret, the key has been an enigma
And enigma that men have killed for
Men have went to war over its existence
Men of science and medicine have
Experimented and ironically died
Whilst trying to prove that it’s out there
Men of religion worship it like a god
Martyrs die in order to receive it
All think that grovelling to a God
Will be rewarded with eternal life
Men of money try to buy it
From any and all sources
They are happy for others to die
In order for them to receive it
Everyone wants it but nobody has it
That is, apart from my good self
For whatever ungodly reason
I am immortal, I cannot die
And believe me I’ve often tried
Ironically the dying want to live
And the immortals want to die
If it wasn’t so sad it would be funny
I am 960 years of age this year
I have seen it all and done it all
And the only thing I have learned
Is that it is better to be able to die
Than it is to have to live for ever
The prize is death, a blessed relief
You most probably won’t get it but
I am so fuckin bored

Love is forever
01 DECEMBER 2015, 06:29 AM
Let me lay here next to you,
My heart, my life, my soul.
We have lived the fullest lives,
To the next, again be whole.

I remember meeting you,
Many years ago.
When you looked into my eyes,
You stole my heart, I know.

We danced as though we were alone,
Staring into each other's eyes.
I would profess my love to you,
I'd wipe your tear as you cried.

I held your hand through everything,
Never letting go.
You were my rock and anchor,
My love I do bestow.

We spent the years as lovers and friends,
Always by your side.
I could not live without you dear,
This love I cannot hide.

There was no night I'd go to bed,
Without you next to me.
And wake up smiling filled with pride,
No place I'd rather be.

So as we take our final sleep,
Our hearts are together.
And through the years our story told,
Love is forever.

Death sentence

The thought of a world with zero ending
Is like a never ending nightmare
We can all be considered vampires
Lurking in the dark
Yet hidden from the night
Breath would have no meaning
Words lack all emotion
Eyes crusty without feeling

A never ending cycle of purge lifestyle
Could you imagine the damage
Eternal life would inflict
No depiction or contradiction
Never held accountable for your actions
Whats life without death
Its no satisfaction

No reason to search for true love
All voices are tasteless
Quenched becomes thirst less
Insatiable loses all cravings
Who cares what tomorrow brings
When life is endless nothing would matter
The world isn't ready for such a tragedy
When there is no beginning or end
To the worlds misery

A world without death
Where you will never take one last breath
And loved ones will never have to mourn
Because from life we could never be torn

We would not worry about the after life
Nor ever have to feel the strife
Of losing those who are dear
Because death is nowhere near

A life without dying
No more funerals, full of people crying
Freedom from the dread
Of knowing that one day we will all be dead

But without death
People will fail to treasure every breath
And life would be mean nothing
For what is life without death?

We are as candles
Burning brightly in the shadows
Only awaiting to be snuffed out
By deaths cold touch