death;

it no longer
has any bite,
or any sting.

i literally
kicked its ***
too many times
to count in an
IC unit's ring.

I relive
my death often
because I am
proud of
my victory,
my fight.

Last July,
my fight for life
was the
fireworks on a
hot and humid
summer's night.

my family
the next day
said you sound
and look so calm
for a person
knocking on
death's door.

i simply
looked at them
and said that
i am now numb,
no one can possibly
hurt this man
any more.

death has lost
all of its sting
when it comes
to me.

death for me
is the very
first day
of being free.

I've had
more adenosine
injected into
an IV
and emptied
inside of me
that it
actually
should have
been considered
obscene

as birds on
lofted wing
do sing

the earth
is home
and life
it brings

soar within
the clouds
be gay

flap your wings
above storms
of grey

the river flows
so ****
so divine

sip from what
is not only
mine

nourish
your spirit
nourish
your soul

the river
in summer
is where
this man
calls home

I would love
to take back
the last
5 years
of my life
and
do them over.

But,
what would I
be looking for?

Perfect moments?

There are
no perfect moments
in life.

There are
only moments
that we can try
to make perfect.

Embrace
each sunrise
and sunset
because
none of them
will ever
be perfect.

never lose
       yourself
counting
         the quantity
            when all that
            ever matters
                   IS
             the quality

3 letters

It only requires
3 letters
to best describe
our youth,
my generation.

Those 3 letters
are
F U N !

My evening walk,
      I am walking east
        as the sun falls
       below the horizon
          behind me

           I notice
              my shadow
          casting out directly
               in front of me
          and it nearly
            makes me cry

            I think to myself ;

              this earth nearly
            lost this man's
               shadow
               last year....
               last year
                  in July