Showing posts with label dead-lines. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dead-lines. Show all posts

Friday, April 29, 2016

Dead-lines make us dance


I am going to die.
Not today, I really hope.
Inevitably I will it so someday.
Not this one,
I know, I can control that. Will. Be.

Able to stop the Time: why we write. Though,
all know, the endings are not ours.

Cracks in the porcelain grow-stress-lines
like faults at forty. At thirty, we don’t think
of meeting our match-in dem eyes. 

Now Ecstasy we see
helps alleviate the stress.
Chemically, elasticizes the skin,
that tightens in fear, out-looking grim,
youth is fear-less-ignored-immortal.
I’m-mortal-immortality?
How could we want more…
sublime with the time we have
had-enough time-time enough.

“Relieved of the burden of passion, and freed from the pressure of desire”
Sounds serene, quiescence, in essence, is nothing left to say
any other way.
Sleep. SueƱo.
Nobody stops to Thank Death
for bringing these:
Dreams, drive, to do, be for, we go.
Dead-lines makes us dance.

“The death of a beautiful woman, is unquestionably the most poetical topic in the world.”
-Edgar Allan Poe



Image of painting by Thomas Pollock Anshutz [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. 

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