Bang, crash, boom, squeal!

Hello?

Silence replies.

Shatter, crash, boom, bang!

You ok?

Still nothing.

Grunt, bump, smash, boom!

HELLO??????????????????????

White feathers fall down.

(That better not have been my favorite pillow.)

BANG, BOOM, CRASH, SHRIEK, CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A figure falls through the floor.

*Grunts and groans*

I walk over.

***

Well, it looks like my angel arrived.

Dragonfly flits by,

Crickets trilling in tall reeds.

The river giggles.

(A lazy day, whispers)

The undertaker drew deep breath.

He exhaled little billows of cold air

while awaiting hearst carrying my

lifeless body. Prior to death, I took

special pains to select an ideal plot.

A mossy glen with a mill by the pond

of boyhood swimming hole served

the ideal welcome mat for return

of this native son long gone from

his family estate of Glen Elm. Death

struck unexpectedly while dodging

madding crowd jostling glimpse

this renown author, where fame

seemed destined to track me down.

As advocate of countless essays

on inalienable rights for all creatures

large and small, no pause (paws from

hounding local populace offered

peace of mind. Until now. The

prospect of dying never scared

this non-believer. Cessation of

consciousness essentially served

completing life in corporeal

form and reconstituted physical

being into grist for other organisms

to flourish. Karma and glorious

unique characteristic comprising

respective charisma, dogma, and

persona (generally comprising

(a riddle wrapped in a mystery

inside an enigma to the world)

absorbed after contract with

cosmic creator lapsed. Brief

occupancy on terra firmae in

scribed in genetic code (merely

a blink of an eye in universal

schema) gave now deceased

dreamer notion to maximize enjoy

ment of each day. One need

not globe trot (and boast of es

pying exotic places), but could

experience inner harmony by

imbibing present state of mind

fulness. Simple pleasures

abounded in wild or evoked

via creative imagination of

august writers supplied ample

sustenance for satisfaction.

Contemplative and introspective

mien prompted Eros discerning

grand canyon of Mother Nature

in tandem with personal motive

to indulge like-minded thinkers

since beginning of time. Any

given day frequently found thoughts

turning over every figurative jagged

rolling stone, when grim reaper

might spring surprise visit, which

metaphysical thought interestingly

enough gave sigh of relief. Why?

Upon termination enjoying existence

in living color, the eradication, sans

file of pet peeves mine i.e. (anxiety/

panic attacks interwoven with inxs

of obsessive depressive compulsive

behavior), would dissolve into basic

elements of earth, wind and fire.

Marshall matters of non-entity

dimension would assume command.

Those former psychological trials,

would be relinquished from parasite

role recomposing cells of one mortal

man (me) into matter recycled into

raw materiel other organisms feast

upon. Basic constituent cells of this

Homo sapiens would become necessary

seeds for other manifestation (albeit

plant or animal development). Molecular

features would assume novel combinations

thru degradation of flesh, yet improvisation

of biology would wield wasted corpse

that epitomized an articulate, civil,

enumerate, glib, invertebrate, kind

male into novel marvels of unpredict

able genus and species.

Edit #2

The skin breaks, and the

Blood

Comes rushing up...

...Rises to the surface

Like volcanos do

Erupt...

Broken skin...broken sin...

Crack croaked

Crust and loaded for bear

Dice...

...Face of Spades, and

A hidden Ace that

Steams with rapid promise

Pustule...

...Can you pick up

What I’m laying down?...

Dare you to

Even try?...

...Broke through the seam

Truck, and saw a

New guide...

...God I wanted to envoke.

The skin breaks, and the

Blood

Comes rushing up...

...Rises to the surface

Like volcanos do

Erupt...

...Vase is broken!...

Like the

Veins behind your head!...

...Height of ressurection,

And a

Newly naked-wed.

...Skin breaks,

And you scream,

But was it real???...

...Strange how we

Decide with

Vacant standards

That we steal.

©

2018

Bunny Villaire

Last words like a curse.

Poetically sick

Disturbed

And aimed to hurt.

I was burned.

I suffered

but

You unleashed my inner pen.

You don’t hear

When I spin our sin

In lyrical abuse

Or hold the rope

Around your neck,

Tighten the noose.

You don’t see my wicked grin.

I am not going to lie,

The first time I saw you,

My heart fell in love just a little.

At first,

I only noticed the physical.

Much to your disbelief,

You are very attractive.

You have this smile,

Oh, that smile;

It just lights up the room.

With one look,

You could melt a girl’s heart.

And your laugh- well, many laughs-

They are simply magic.

Somehow,

You can produce an abundance of sounds

That are all equally hilarious

And wonderful.

It is so easy to notice those things,

The beautiful and attractive parts of you.

And it is easy to fall for them.

But the more I get to know you

And the closer we become,

The farther my heart falls in love.

You have this talent,

Where you can be the stupidest,

Most dorky and funny person.

In a moment,

You can send everyone

To the ground dying of laughter.

You know how to make people smile,

How to make everyone

Feel welcome and comfortable.

But on the flip side,

You can be completely serious and mature.

You offer yourself up,

You offer whatever you can give,

For those you care about.

You give comfort

And support

And encouragement

And love.

You have this beautiful,

Open and honest way about you.

When I share my heart,

When I show you my broken pieces,

And all of my darkest parts,

You do not mock,

Or try to fix me.

You do not tell me some generic saying,

Like ‘others have it worse’,

Or ‘look for the silver lining’.

You do not run away

From the demons inside me

That have scared off so many others.

Instead,

You acknowledge my pain and sufferings,

And you give me encouragement.

You extend your help,

But only if I want it.

Most importantly though,

You are simply

There.

You care.

You stand by me.

You offer yourself as a support,

As a hand to hold

And a shoulder to cry on.

I have never before felt so comfortable,

So relaxed,

So safe,

Around another person.

I have never before

Been able to open up so easily,

So willingly,

Or with so little fear or anxiety.

And, I most definitely have

Never

Experienced both of those

With any one single human being.

You are so young,

Yet you understand and see so much.

You are wise way beyond your years.

You know what to say,

And what not to say,

What to give,

And what to not give,

What to do,

And what not to do.

You know when any of those are needed,

And when they are not.

Our friendship started out

Simply as a silly happenstance,

A mostly random add on social media.

But now,

Now we are friends.

And, if I dare,

If I am willing to risk the chance,

Risk the danger of getting hurt again,

I would even consider you my best friend.

You saved my life

On more than one occasion.

And, not only that,

Not only have you kept me alive,

But you have helped give me life.

I am no longer just alive,

But I am living.

And I want to live.

I never knew that one person

Could mean so much;

That one person

Could affect so much.

Until I met you.

It has only been a few months,

And I wish it were more.

I wish I had known you

From the beginning.

But I am so grateful

For the time I have been given,

For the memories and experiences

That have changed my life.

I am so glad to have met you.

I am so blessed to know you.

I am so thankful to have you

As my best friend.

It may be hard for some to comprehend, but Death is a woman and so is Life. It is through women that all life enters, so naturally it would be through women that all life exits.

In Judaism she is called Azrael. In Islam she is known as Malak al-Mud. Shintoism has Izanami, the goddess of both death and life.

The Maori have goddess Hine-Nui-te-po. The trickster demigod Maui wanted to make humans immortal, so he transformed himself into a worm. He then attempted to enter her through her vagina and leave through her mouth, thus reversing the natural cycle of birth and death. Hine-Nui-te-po was awoken at once, and crushed Maui to death with teeth inside her vagina. He is considered to be the first man to die.

While many view her in a negative life, she is our liberator. Like how the Hindu goddess Kali teaches us that we our beings of spirit, not of flesh. She liberates us from delusions and false realities. We are freed from our suffering because of her.

Death cannot be reversed, and neither can life. It is fruitless to wish you had never been born, because you are here now. And that is all that matters.

Tonight I notice a brand new set

Of stretch marks, running red and jagged and angry

Across my thighs

My tiger stripes, my battle scars, but they

Will only ever be ugly to me

I can’t stand the touch: the raised skin, a shudder of disgust

An embossed card

With none of the elegance, instead the message—

I don’t fit into my own body anymore

The more I struggle with the number

The higher it gets

The smaller the gap shrinks;

The gap closes.

And I daydream of tattooing Shame

Across those tired lightning lines

So they’ll stop the rain coming