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My Death

Author: k.o.malley
ASL Info:    28/female/seattle
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Class/Type: Poetry /Death
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My Death

I don’t know, don’t care, doesn’t matter how, it makes no difference to me either way; I’m freed.
At most my death will seem an afterthought, simply just another ending to another story.
I believe you shouldn’t get to friendly with your finality; it seems to me that could only get in the way of how you decide to lead a way through life.
NO FEAR, NO GUILT, NO GOD, NO DEMON, NO HISTORY, NO PREDETERMINED DISTINY, can be the light that guides my will, if it is to be truly free.
So I suppose that if I live the life that was intended for me, then that will be my legacy,
Kept alive by my friends, my enemies and my family, whenever they think of remembering me.
My death isn’t a fear of mine, nor are thoughts of the thereafter, or of the divine, nirvana’s just a chance happening.
Ordinarily the “veil of illusion” causes suffering, actively foreswearing experience doesn’t appeal to me, though it brought Sutra relief, it’s still not my belief.
I would rather dance the kali with Pan, than watch Wooden bury his head in the red dessert sand.
I’d waltz through Hell’s Fire with the Devil himself, rather then sing the praises of Allah righteous crusades.
Because I know Jesus’ dad has a plan, and the Holy Ghost is his gift to man.
This belief allows me to live with ease, and die in peace.
I must leave behind what’s most precious to me, the people who believed in me, loved me, needed me, and the ones who are a part of me.
My soul will have the pleasure of watching over each of them individually, throughout the day and while they sleep.
If I’m blessed in my death as I seem to be while I am still breathing, then the essence of those who cared so deeply for me while my body is still beating, will get a chance to have a drink with my soul and maybe a dance also.
Or maybe it’s a brief meeting of our hearts that blesses me; in their impetuous dreaming.
This is what my death wills to me, divine ecstasy for all of eternity, and it has been resolved that my inheritance will be all the beauty that I touched while living.

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  Very nice work. I enjoyed it thouroughly. My scrambled thoughts were just organized and typed out by someone else. Imagine that.
| Posted on 2005-05-01 00:00:00 | by Jessa | [ Reply to This ]
  Thank You, i am glad that you could relate not very many people understand what it feels like to be dying, and what goes through your head.
It is nice to know that my thoughts aren't as far gone as I may think sometimes.
| Posted on 2005-04-30 00:00:00 | by k.o.malley | [ Reply to This ]
  Wow, It was cool. I can relate to alot of what you wrote. Keep it up. It could rhyme some more, but other then that it was awesome
| Posted on 2005-04-30 00:00:00 | by Childe-Wrote | [ Reply to This ]

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