If you do not go before me
When confronted with death
there is an awe of stillness
A stark truth that hits at a level
of pure forgiveness and a form of denial
The process is based in our root nature
To know death intimately
It defies logic or rational
It remains true to form for all
It is palpable and raw yet shows no mercy
To the observer left behind
16 decapitated in a car accident
32 head on collision
23 overdose
27 cancer
25 suicide gunshot to the head
42 shot in a gang fight
56 burned to death
38 burned to death
48 suicide
28 hit by a train
23 acid thrown in her face
found in a ditch, murdered
I can go on for another hour
I'm not trying to scare you
These were my friends
Then there are the ones I don't know
Kid on motorcycle 20 something died in my arms
"What kind of non medical professional
deals with death like this on a monthly basis?"
Has the Lord just picked me at random like Job
These ghosts know me and I know them
All I have to say is that I'm sick of death
Dying of old age is one thing
But if I have to go to one more funeral
Of a young wonderful human being
I just might honestly barf up a church wafer
I can not watch another casket
Lowered into the ground
My world is encrusted with it
The rank smell of death
Everyone has their exposure but mine has been
more riddled with it than anyone I know
my wardrobe has warped to mainly black
My skin turns to white ice
when the phone rings
I am probably the only person alive who
Is relieved to see that it is a telemarketer
Or a business call
Last month I lost three that were very close to me
On the horizon two more
I have started to react in strange ways
My house is immaculately clean
My OCD has taken a decisive turn for the worst
Every thing in its right place on repeat
Songs on shuffle fate and knees deep in questions
Books, art, writing, ancient healing medicine
four hour long philosophical talks
with those from my small tribe
Knowing not to tip the scale of respect
Honor beyond measure for souls that are free
somehow this order brings me comfort
Trouble is I can go months into my own head
Which I know now to be a negative coping skill
The joy of repetition is sometimes insatiable
Granted, when moths pass with no bad news
I am free as the wind (yes, I meant moths)
Smiling and running full speed into the world with no fear of failure and guts of steel
Shakespeare said "and death once dead, there's no dying then." I have repeated this in my head my entire life. It doesn't stop the heartstrings from breaking into a dark mess of fiberglass strings nonetheless
Poetry and beauty are my only escape and the only comfort I covet as I melt into nothingness
stay hidden behind solid doors that have been locked and bolted against the world outside
unlock the door just to lock it twice more
Nine times, or sometimes three.
I had a friend that used to pull me out of my snail
shell, maybe because he was more fucked up than
me, but he's gone and I'm happy for him and I hope he has or will find all the joy in the world.
I know I will pull out of this
I have tools
Procedures of varying breaths
In the nose out of the mouth
I dare not look back
I live in the now
It is all that i have
I breathe now
My choices are now
Hidden behind books and walls
Looking over my shoulder to escape the asp
or that asshole at the store that looks at me and says,
"Smile beautiful, it can't be that bad!"
Really?
"How the fuck would you know, stranger?"
One of these days I'm going to spit in the eye
of a person that tells me that and say,
"smile you cocky piece of shit for brains."
Ominous yes but this is an ominous world
I have no fear of my own death,
only pain of losing more loved ones.
-my life in a nutshell-
"This too shall pass."
I am not depressed just heartbroken
At the multitude of loss for which I have to withstand
(like a ptsd vet stuck on the street corner
with his three legged canine and a blank
look in his eye)
There are more on the near horizon
Soon to be devoured by locust
Or carried up to the black nothing
We do go on
We love deeply
On this earth
I am sure that is why I prefer silence
I am sure that is why I push people away
No need to add to the list of casualties
If the people in my life could understand
(Some do) how much I deeply love and respect them I don't think there would be this great divide
If I erase new friendships or love from a distance
some take offense at my departure
I wish this were not the case
I will write many books on science and theology
Of my travels and tragedies
Of the good times and bad
Of falling in love with people for many reasons
if I say I love you, I do.
Maybe just not the way most view love
I peek into base spirits that are always unique
I admire people who have the guts or willpower to live large and maybe one day I will as well
The truth is I am drawn in and repulsed by love
Within the same fraction of time
Being alone is the only way I know how to survive
To not injure another for sake of kindness
Not pride
Perfectly at peace with my crazy aesthetic mind
Overwhelmed with the simplest forms of connection
Numb at times to laughter
desensitized by bullshit
simple and open to all forms of truth
the complexity of it all overwhelming
the beauty of life unmistakably serene
a multiverse of technicolored souls
dipping and dodging the final curtain
so I beg you please
be kind and love one another
without fear
follow your dreams and be thankful
for some of us are unable
to climb the mountain
with our black flags
Punk show "have some fucking fun, move up!!"
Strangled by suburbia
sorrow pure
unconditional love
our only true guide
to endure the end.