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"euology" poems
I have always been And will always be. Nothing created or destroyed, You see. Infinity inside us all. Star stuff makes up this tiny blue ball. Thermodynamics directing the course energy and matter's chaotic discourse. Never dissipating. Always in flux. I'm still here, and that is the crux. Do not be sad, nor shed a tear. I simply changed states, I will always be near. So say your goodbyes to this one incarnation, And know it isn't over, temporary emancipation Particles spinning here, but not. Quantum reality more than one shot. It never ends, we will always be in different forms that's our reality.
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Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
Atheist Euology
Your euology to me afterlife will be futile When I have been waiting to hear you all this while Bharti
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Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
I am all ears......
Sojourners from the mama's womb, Travellers from the papa's testicles, Candidates of birth and eventually death, Death is sweet as encrypted in the euology, Death must come any day or some day, Don't rush to the grave just because yu have no more light, or perhaps your heart has been broken by a cheat, Cheats and death are not relatives. They have different genotypes, At tymes darkness accompanies light, And sometimes darkness persist, You loose what you have nurtured, You feel the world has been turned upside down. But before you take the step of pronouncing yourself no more, Think about this, we are all candidates of death, Wait and pause after all we are destined to die. Be careful, be sensible, in kiswahili we say kujipanga my fren.
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Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 6:34 AM UTC
Canditates of death.
Euology seems a dumb word Like the dumbfounded therapist Or clergy, or chaplains who try In their nature to slip words, tongues dry and spoken  old like dust of years left to rot in graves. I no longer want to remember No, I want to remember the fresh dry markers. Memorials of the nurses who stopped the erase boards like so many, who remembed without being reminded the way you liked your tea. Slipped warm slippers on feet that'd done so much The many things that will be remembered Are on white boards that neither he or I will keep
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
Dad
I don't mean to use you as a safety net because the truth is you deserve someone who feels the bed sheets beside them when you're not around as more than just another empty space but I've spent so much time falling into the arms of danger I only knew how to love and let it destroy me and never how to disassociate the two so I let the idea of love die without a euology and I sought comfort instead
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
this is not a love poem