Any last feelings

When asked, at death's gate
shall thee prefer to enter
happy,
satisfied, or content-
will you choose?
I'd like to think
when I circumnavigate my trip
I'd take a view of contentment.

Though a man I know
answered this hurriedly-
Happy! he bursted-
I doubted one would like
to die-then-
I said-As in-having sex?
He said he couldn't ask for more-
of course, he couldn't then-
satisfied
Lovers: Sex and Death (a taboo tryst)
are actually akin
to sacrifice for something
we knew
annihilated
to be-
come
a piece-full
of
you, like
All men.




Image of painting by Gustav Klimt [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Ruminating in repast

The family dines
on a round brown oak
slab
together
each night they live
together
a universe
is spread across
the Milky way

Facing each other
they nourish
each other
beneath the chandelier sun
aglow over the bounty
they need not kill to survive
anymore

they talk-the teens
they say
around the round brown oak slab
Thank you
for all
you do
dessert is served

The family got full
together
knowing home
intimately
the round world
fit into their dining room.




Image By Morgan Woodwork Organization, 1921 [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.

(in)famous people

If every success-
ful person was tortured young-
should they be great-full ?




Image of painting by Christian Krohg [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Knock on wood

O' American Sycamore-
what dost thou stand for?

Emigrant from England three and three 

quarters score, long along years ago-

And you allegedly pledged your allegiance,
Christening yourself O' Nort 'occidentalis'

signaling westerly growth,

a reminder of the Fall.

Both bark and buds ooze 

with bloom booze, 
how apropos, you know.

The mottled and molted trunk-sheds,

splotches on white, a complexion

that shows you belong, hanging out
(in)toxic(ated) tracts,

peduncles on branchlets

achenes subjective gravitational

caducous coated in tomentum.

And some come foreboding and tall-

but are all hollow 

inside, naturally swept up

saw dust, bore nee by beetled 

witch's broom. 

Image By Huw Williams (Huwmanbeing) (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Winning the Lottery

Wealth is having more than you need.
I, too, am guilty of this.
I must confess,
I have laundered some change,
this week.
The same exact six cents
I keep finding in different denim jeans.
And when I think about it,
having an extra six
sense-may not be worth anything
solid, except an extra thought-
that buys a cents of monetary health.





Image By Elembis (Own work) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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. Sueño.

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. 

At the end of a rainbow

Maybe balance is found
when we don't carry
more than we need.

Maybe wealth is found
not wanting more
than we have earned.

Maybe forgiveness
can be found
from others who give.

Maybe love can be found
when we stop looking
for ourselves.

Maybe wisdom is found
when knowing
doesn't answer the questions.

Maybe happiness
is finding wonder where
intangible things
may be...




Image By Jon Sullivan [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.