as quick as it began
it ended
i left for sure
a blackness unlike the dark
it was a spacious energy of pure
mountain tops overlooking
valleys and rivers and seas
i stood at the edge at the highest point
and breathed in deep
i exhaled
and felt my wings
looking down there wasn't fear
only peace
i sat and smiled
i wasn't alone
but it was me
and i was free

pushed back into my being
with tubes and wires and machines
i heard the rain
i heard the thunder
and knew God let it be
a new day
a new life
a rebirth of all things

i wander through the desert
until the soles of my feet turn tough
my sweat feeds salt back into the earth
the sky grows darker with each step

as the moon rises over the mountains
my body grows weary and slow
yet my legs do not stop
the air freezes my mouth shut

i run through the desert
a coyote howls behind me
i see my blood dripping from its teeth
my flesh rotting in the sand

the sun rises but i am still afraid
i pass an animal skull half-buried
and imagine that it is my own
vultures pecking at my brain

i crawl through the desert
exhausted from dehydration
sharp rocks grating against my hands
my blood soaking into the ground

an oasis appears before me
clear water shimmering with temptation
as i crawl closer and reach out for a sip
my mouth fills with sand

i lie in the desert
burning deeper into my fate
my skin glows cracks red
smoldering lava in my bones

hundreds of years later
my body finally returns to the earth
bits of me scatter across the land
as i wander with the wind

Take my hand, and we'll plummet to our death.
As we conquer the depths of hell,
our demons deceive us.
They would scream at us, echoing their hate.
You look at me, cynic obvious in your eyes.
I look back at you, as I saw the void of love and its extremes, right behind you.
I told you: "Take me, take whatever's left of me. For I have loved you so, that even in my death, I dream of you."

Death
By Lisa Noe

Death
The dark
Place we travel
What’s there for us
Is there more life after
Death

© Copyright 2016 ~Lisa Noe~kittylove

As the last few heartbeats ticked away
The world stopped turning
Everyone stood still
Skyscrapers turned purple
Purple waterfalls
Purple skies
Purple tears
Across the globe
People congregated dancing to the beats
Of a fallen warrior
And people hung their heads low
Filled with sorrow
Over the death of a legend
Younger generations exposed to the music
That shaped their parents
A whole world stopped
From the loss of a single man
All around the world
Everything stopped
When all around the world
People are being killed and tortured
When all around the world
Children are being left to die
When all around the world
People are dying on the streets
When all around the world
People are killing themselves
What will it take for the whole world to stop
Just because I died?

Death is an invitation;
it's a cycle that
makes a saint
from a snake,
though the venom still drips
from those pearly whites.

like the snow in a Michigan spring,
do we persist -
do we thaw,
or do we melt?

The apex of meaning
is found in the sweet of honey -
not the pursuit
of righteous gates;

like the green teasing from under the white,
there's always something more.

Where, if not for hell, do people go
When they pass from this world into the next?
Forgive transgressions, but what do they know
If all the places are things too complex?
This is asked because the time is now come
That those who avoid hell find themselves gone
To a realm elsewhere, a place without sun;
A destination older than the dawn.
The dead find oft a fumbling spirit in
That keeps them thinking if they’ve truly died,
But when that spectre knows that time’s begin,
Something further in it, its place, resides.
Lo, the place is found among the clouds,
When corpses cower deeper in their shrouds.