I want to face death With open arms With a full heart With a wealth of experience And knowledge For infinity to feast on With an understanding Of nothing With intensity but no panic With laughter With the same abandon That I feel now With an offering, a gift I want to face death And fight gracefully Knowing I won’t win
I wish someone told meTold me about the emptinessTold me it isn’t wrongTold me about the connectionTold me I could feel itAnd ignore it when I need toTold me it doesn’t matterTo just input and see and observe and feel and you can’t have and you can barely hold and it doesn’t matter at allI …
A man who knowsHe will dieHow does a moment lookDifferent to himThan the analyticalLost man in the screenWho pines about machinesEven eludingThat he is machineHow does his cup of coffee tasteDifferentIs it different whenThe wind blowsThe rain startsThe seasons changeThe sun goes downIn a day or 3 yearsSandwiched betweenNow and infinityA man who knowsHe will …
Our feet touchAnd that familiar spark returnsThe one that occuredWhen our eyes met9 years agoIn that dark, circular roomWhere only we existedWhere pain became peripheralWhere a foundation emergedFrom nothing and no one
Do you know what Knowledge is?Text on paperPaper on a text on paperIs it?Walking on a streetWalking in a forestFeeling strings and meatBetween your fingersReading text on paperLater feeling its meaningLike a revelationSo do you know what?Knowledge is
Graceful Dead
I want to face death
With open arms
With a full heart
With a wealth of experience
And knowledge
For infinity to feast on
With an understanding
Of nothing
With intensity but no panic
With laughter
With the same abandon
That I feel now
With an offering, a gift
I want to face death
And fight gracefully
Knowing I won’t win
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