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Andrew Jul 2012
It is in our nature to immortalize.
Reify our god-ness, deify our emotions,
And every breathe that passes, must
Never
Die.

So we dream of books to write.
A scrap here, a piece there,
Rejoicing in the artistry, making
Picture
Frames.

It is a pain deemed necessary.
To know, to feel,
To make trauma the vocabulary, magnifying
Suffering
Souls.

So we call tears the crux.
The ****** is our pain, the sting of it all,
Death and loss not enemies; dear
Old
Friends.

It is sentimentalized.
The whole of humanity, the joy of bittersweet:

Call me a bitter harvest such as thee,
Let funeral bells forever ring
A dirge by children, for their mothers sing
A memorial in song for every thing
My heart is glad to finally sing
A wooing song for one like thee
But a better life for you and me
No game for two, but a crowd of three
What better chance for artistry
What prouder show of humanity
Than to have you stolen away from me?
If this is the sum of humanity
To suffer in such ways you see
Then begone with my humanity.
This I do not want or need.

Let
Me
Forget
Homage to the furry four footed a mew zing friend that smart pet house cat whose nine lives spanned nearly a score. This ode scratched out about a half dozen ***** of yarn unspooled around the terra firmae.
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the euthanize cat silenced meow –
less audible than when a kitten 19 years ago – whew
heart wrenching to you
Richard n I presume Brendan too

though ye my dear sister will moost likely miss do
to sensitive resonance with creatures that grew
and an omnipotent bond through
well nigh two decades - whereby a tapestry of love hew

as pet owner solely knew
wove with colorful memories will brew
regular need to grieve as a family member true
as yar own flesh and bone will wake thee no more – boo

hoo
lament must be free to woo
tears of sadness possible prompt thine heart to rue
tis only understandable if such conscionable choice to
terminate life one such beautiful feline knew

within his being affection lavished with memories to view
and replay his corporeal presence where time flew
as calendar ushered near score longevity
   end date along timeline queue

memorialized n sentimentalized
   by unused litter box n cat bowl used to poo
and chew
respectively will usher inxs purr remembrance of thinks past

by Marcel Proust of human zoo
leaves inky traces without a clew
his latter fading discernible

   holographic soul with any faux paws
dagger like claws indelibly etched
   within mcgeehan family unforgettable presence he drew!
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…luv frum ur brother math who
moost now rush off n skip to the loo!

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