Am I naive?

[AChild]

I've been thinking about death

its a goal of mine
not a goal like seeing the world
but a goal of mine

I must meet death in a way
that satisfies my disposition
just like how I must be successful
because of hard work

I don't know it
I haven't seen it
never seen life slip or even
had some one close go

and I am a young man
stupid, confident
I attack most things with my back
which is just beginning to hurt

my perspective of death
is peripheral vision, in think lensed glasses
an alien blur that moves too fast
from the corners, away from vision
before I can deepen its metaphor

but
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What I think of death is this

I have seen people in the coffin
with the organ playing
everyone is crying
because they lost a person
while the person lying there has lost the whole world

Fuck Peace.
They know the secret
the real one
they got the edge
on a knowledge that can't be taught
at any school
other than the one you're
enrolled in at birth

When the older ones go I am not sad
what was the expection?
that at some age past a hundred they
would magically regenerate
becoming once again the person you knew from
your childhood
the giant whose hair gets tangled in the stars?

Would you really want them to go on?
becoming more and more the living Dust?

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My Uncles name is Dust

He is my inspiration
a story teller with a gift
for shooting peace moments
which he quickly captures with a camera

A white goatee expands the message
of his smile
he rainbows words with his tone
breaks them open to different points
skittle stars for your ears

He sits in his old chair
taken care of by the women of his life
fighting a cancer
that he will beat

but when the cancer is gone
he will still turn to Dust one day
like the name of his pen,
he knows that truth

so what's this sickness
a test run, a haunted metaphor
in his struggle I am reminded of nature
I hear the clock, his, mine, the world

it screams eventually like a greedy child
the scythe that comes downon a cog
a hammer in its hands
mountains and men are the same ants

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Which is better?

I've been thinking is it death or is it the dying
is death the ultimate pain?
I haven't feared physical pain since I was a child. HA
Or is is the loose ends we leave behind?
you never taught you niece how to drive
to learned to dance
or saw the tips of the world

Which is better?

To burn away like the bad guy
when the sun comes up
screaming, cursing, entertainment
that can be easily brushed aside

or to fade way on the bed
with everyone important gathered around
with talks of light, made so easy until you become
light and simply turn off
a dimmer stitch

I think I want to simply disappear
go on a hike and simply vanish no fire works
no sad good byes
people could remember me in dreams
and talk about my good times over hot drinks

at the time of my disappearance
all the written pages roll scroll out of
the closets, book shelves, data bases
i don't need them sent anywhere
just put them in the photo album next to my picture

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Would you post some on the subject?

 

[bisexualsmoker]

This is a pretty good poem.I like the flow of it.
Death is not the end.Every part of our physical body
metamorpasizes into something else eventually.
First decaying,becoming part of the soil,then
combining with other elements to become
nutrients that become parts of new objects.A
tree for instance.
I think the spirit is the same thing.It's like
electricity.It just doesn't die out but
goes somewhere else.
On to a new condition that we couldn't
possibly comprehend or understand right now.