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When Death Comes
We are born
In a similar fashion
To a childhood full of dreams, joy, playful things
To a youth of energy, excitement
To a middle age of exploring, experiencing
To an elder, slowing, cautious
We die
In a similar fashion
Sometimes life slows before ending
Other times death appears quickly, unanticipated
Not much is known about here after
Some sense spirits, sharing common vibes
Others think life is dust to dust
Others depart
Leaving emptiness, shadows, voids
Haunting our daily voyages
What's life
Engage, participate
Experience, share
Contribute, promote
Promise, fulfill
When death passes your way
What will your life say
In a similar fashion
To a childhood full of dreams, joy, playful things
To a youth of energy, excitement
To a middle age of exploring, experiencing
To an elder, slowing, cautious
We die
In a similar fashion
Sometimes life slows before ending
Other times death appears quickly, unanticipated
Not much is known about here after
Some sense spirits, sharing common vibes
Others think life is dust to dust
Others depart
Leaving emptiness, shadows, voids
Haunting our daily voyages
What's life
Engage, participate
Experience, share
Contribute, promote
Promise, fulfill
When death passes your way
What will your life say
Published 9th Nov 2015
| Edited 10th Nov 2015
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9th Nov 2015 9:55pm
I like this jvp...philosophical, haunting, yet 'matter of fact'....
'What's life
Engage, participate
Experience, share
Contribute, promote
Promise, fulfill'
This stanza encapsulates what we need to remember to do while living...thank you.
The last word on the second last line of the 2nd stanza...should it be 'vibes'?
'What's life
Engage, participate
Experience, share
Contribute, promote
Promise, fulfill'
This stanza encapsulates what we need to remember to do while living...thank you.
The last word on the second last line of the 2nd stanza...should it be 'vibes'?
Kate, thank you for stopping by. I always enjoy your comments, input, and helping hand. Yes, that was supposed to be vibes, good catch. I only wish I could combine the whimsical of Silverstein with the experiences of life... For example, I write silly poems about colors, and find they uplift me when I reread them latter. Seems too much of my writings have threads of darkness...
Sexual intercourse is a sort of microcosm of what mankind's destiny is supposed to be.
The penis in the vagina is like a man living in the world.
As male ejaculation occurs, the erection "dies," sagging like a corpse.
The sperm coming out of the penis is like the soul rising from the body.at death.
As it goes forward into the uterus to meet the ovum,
It's like the soul entering heaven to unite with God,
becoming one with Christ.
Yes, the uterus symbolizes God's throneroom!!
That's the way it's SUPPOSED to be, heaven is waiting for us.
But for many of us there's a different destination;
When a man gets alone so that he can masturbate,
the sperm runs down the side of the sex organ
wettening his fingers as they form a fist holding and stroking his penis.
He grabs some toilet paper to wipe off the scum,
throwing it, the nasty trash, in the toilet.
If the ejaculation stands for the soul departing the body,
what can the toilet stand for if not damnation in hell.
The penis in the vagina is like a man living in the world.
As male ejaculation occurs, the erection "dies," sagging like a corpse.
The sperm coming out of the penis is like the soul rising from the body.at death.
As it goes forward into the uterus to meet the ovum,
It's like the soul entering heaven to unite with God,
becoming one with Christ.
Yes, the uterus symbolizes God's throneroom!!
That's the way it's SUPPOSED to be, heaven is waiting for us.
But for many of us there's a different destination;
When a man gets alone so that he can masturbate,
the sperm runs down the side of the sex organ
wettening his fingers as they form a fist holding and stroking his penis.
He grabs some toilet paper to wipe off the scum,
throwing it, the nasty trash, in the toilet.
If the ejaculation stands for the soul departing the body,
what can the toilet stand for if not damnation in hell.
