death – Poétique

Shopping

Can you write the words
To say how absurd it is to
Have anything more materialistically
Nothing would be worth it
It’s just buying shit and holding
Ourselves up with corporeal things
This really is truly so empty with
People dying being blown up
In the streets new shoes
Just don’t matter to me like another
Relationship a deeper friendship,
Any reason to be more than this
To mean more than this
That’s what matters to me
Stuck in this Christmas tree
Consciousness waiting for a package
Or decorating our surroundings
Of course building myself inside the most
Beautiful prison, buried in concrete
I could create this to only be the
Sole magistrate of my own cage
Self inflicted I would write it all down
No, no longer in need for anything more
Than everything we already have
Start stepping away from acquiring
New things just so you can make life feel
Somehow better, make life feel good
Stop without shopping for the things
Anything we always hoped it would be
Something’s trying to suck the tenderness
Completely out of me, but I found it again
In the Earth, the roses, the grass, the trees
And the animals traveling around me
Watch them teach a stupid human
Like me, just how life could be…

Clockwise

We want to get it right
That’s the most important part
We might break it
But don’t throw it away
When do we become sophisticated
If it’s done well it’s not done
To put a spotlight on you as a failure
Can’t a person be good at something?

Is the goal to be alone
It does feel as though the chance to be
Missed is a predilection that
May not be afforded when we’re alive
Do we have to die to be missed?

Write a letter to a loved one
And fill the empty space where
Something else belongs

What could a laugh mean
In its purest form
Heard overhead
Trapped in an echo chamber
Bouncing off the walls
Of the cerebrum

My tiny problems are
Masked by the anxiety of others
I don’t feel pain in that way
To walk fast or slow
Isn’t nearly as important
As the act itself

The cost of being here on earth
Roaming the planet without
The animals that loved us
The people that protected us
The plants that became carbon material

Can we absorb them into
Our ethos like stardust
Resulting in a symbol of their love
To resist the pain of loving those
That we still coexist with
On the planet that no longer care?

Alive but dead to us
No resurrection for the commonality

Jellyfish

He bent over and heard a phone
Ring in his throat, oh well
Seems natural in the digital age
He said as he pulled his socks on
To prepare for the day ahead
Just keep thinking about how
We’re not dead until we’re dead
So they can keep throwing
Opportunities at you and then
Rip them away it’s just a game
To the big wigs but for the little people
Down here in tiny town it’s everything
We’re all just pretending that we
Have enough to get by feeling like
We’re doing something paying our part
Catching up at the end of the month
Adding to the money pie and still
Can’t help but think it doesn’t matter
Until your chalk full of lead or
Formaldehyde full of dead so we
Just keep moving and living along
Even if it means we encounter
Foot songs of grief dirges of bereft
With nothing left but tears and torn
Blankets our teeth crumbling out
Eventually if you’re not up for maintaining
That’s the end of the route
So the maintainers put their capes on
Pay their nickels at the end of the month
Throw money into programs of
Insurance that never pay off
Of course we don’t want them to
And then look for the crown at the
End of the year! You did it! You survived!
Here here! Applause! Let’s all cheer!
Barely able to stand up
You’ve been sharing your cup
With the world and the gold is
Still empty in your bucket
But you’ll resiliently say
Chuck it up to another
Shrimp on the barbie
We made it thus far; you’re a star!
You can keep going, you know it
I wonder what it’s like
To be a jellyfish

Tutsi

He died crying
How unusually sad
A war on his tribe
Nothing left of his mother
All that cared for him
Sister and brother vanished
Beneath the blade
What a beautiful face
With what grace do
We come into this world
Only to leave at the
Disgrace of the hands
Of evil when the arms
Of love were just cradling
Us now gone to the grave
Open air nothing spared
Innocence slain
For no benefit
For no joy
No further happiness
To grow from the smile
That was taken from
His face alone when
He died crying

Deathsong

No longer go on
No lingering on
Gliding towards the cliff
A romance with the edge
Could end the self torture
Eliminate the inability
To please them all
Eventually get over it
It feels so insurmountable
How many days are we
Counting waking up
On how many fingers
Is the blame numbered
Could’ve done it better
Didn’t do it right
The night before
The day before
Settle the score
Can’t turn back the clock
Wish I may, Wish I might
Lights go out tonight
No longer go on
No lingering on
No more waking up
Wishing that I didn’t
Just don’t wake up
At all no need to
Break the fall
Find my thick skin
Deathsong all night long
Deathsong calls the caw
Crawling away from
My insides want to
Erase all the feelings as
Though my existence is
Causing more harm
Than good one thing
Goes wrong it piles on
In a glorious chorus
The voice is crucified
Find my thick skin
Deathsong all night long
Deathsong lingering on
No longer go on like this
Death kiss death bliss
No more disappointing
No more vocally corroding
Those who listen
Peace from my mistakes
Stars that glisten
Breaks the fall
Releases it all
Sadness is still the
Purest form of suffocation

Deep Inside

I feel like everything
Is slowly closing in
Like the angel of death
Rests upon me
Because the people that
I cared for
Don’t know how
To care for me
I lost my excellence
I was trying to succeed
Is it the expectation
Or the missing destination
I ask

No need to die tonight
No useless selfish cries
What is the superficial
Would it be more important
If it happened in Maine
Would it matter more
If we had something to gain
Does it matter
Anyway?

Day after day
Each moment
Each pathetic fallacy
Is it one step closer to
Something really great
Or one step further
From a meaningful way