If tomorrow comes
   And I leave
         Without a trace
Not a goodbye
     Or an I love you more
Have a life of which you can say
"I made it."
  Although I'm not by your side
I'll smile down
   from above, and I'll make
It rains,  
   And with it, my tears fall
It'll be your birthday
  Smile, knowing I'm watching

How dare you **** somebody, you will go to hell for that
Nothing can justify making a man take his final breath

Those are the rules of life, always help,  don't **** and don't stand by
You're not to be the one that may hear a brothers final cry

Mortality must have morality
Don't forget that
You are not to **** a man
Or you will regret that

But what if the man on my hands
Has been taken on by wrath
What if the man on my hand
Will live to bring us death

Is it moral to **** a man if it will stop a bigger slaughter
Or just to let him live and let him **** some proud mother's daughter

Maybe you should calm down
take a breath, sit down
You're not allowed to think like that,
just let those thoughts drown

But why am i the one at fault if i **** to stop the streak of sorrow
If i let him live you could likely be his prey tomorrow

Now you killed him! Look what you've done!
Don't try to justify it! It's your gun!

In death
I will die
And my body will rot
From the rot
Flowers shall grow
Piercing through my skull
And my blood shall seep
Deep into the earth
The flowers will hold me
My very essence
And my soul shall rise
A creature of shadow and stars
Bones and blood
Dark as night
Bright as the North Star
I shall walk among humans
Unseen
But there I will be.
Like the stars
No purpose
No reason
Just being.
And you will hear
My songs and whispers
Every time you visit my grave
I will greet you with the wind
And with the foxes that come by
My body is not buried under stone
It is forgotten in a forest
But not forgotten
For the trees will forever remember
For the grass will have intertwined
For I have sunk into the earth
And with the moon I will glow.
So when I die
Please do not cry
Do not fear
For I will be here
Watching over you
And it will be hard
To move on
But you must take that step
And take a big breath
For I will be here
Guiding you from the stars
The moons
The planets
The cosmos
The skies
The earth
The wind
The plants
My body is one with the world around us
And when you die
I will greet you with open arms
Dressed in the forest
The same familiar face
The night in my hair
The shadows in my eyes
The seas in my tears
The sun's warmth in my arms
And we will walk
The earth
The skies
The cosmos
Hand in hand
I will hold the world in my palms
And show you the beauty of life
In death.

“It is myth that God questions us. God is Pure Consciousness, reflecting mistakes & well doing. God guides the Soul’s evolution. We face Him-Her when free from garb. To stand ***** is to know that we learnt our lessons, completed our soul contract with Divinity, graduating onto next rung, into a progressive mission or completely merge into Oneness.” GhairoDanielsQuotes

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Death is a best friend
she visits often to dissolve old cells
tweak dioxyribonucleic acids  
carrying silver sword and bamboo pipe
to draw breath, pointing to moon
caped in indigo velvet with hood
her whispers are silent breath on
white linen pillow

I invite her to sit on my bed
she admires an octagonal quilt red
removing her cape, accepting offering
of camomile tea, her eyes smiling hollows  hyena, warrior, eagle, dung beetle
all at once, elegantly slow she settles
closer, ******* my ears, cold breezes
ripple down my legs

With sidelong glance she asks :
“So what is your claim to fame ?”
I reply : “I know not a name. Fame is
a shadowy flame, an orange-purple
one flickering to become lame.
All the same, I claim to be the highest
version of what Source intended
nothing more, nothing less.
This is free fame, oxygenated.
That is my game, if insane, let it not
be a shame, or a blame.”
Smiling, she asks next : “How have
you helped fellow humans ?”  

I reply : “With Pluto Sun squared as
a dominant in my Chart, I undertook to
integrate escaping gloom into Light for
Self and others. As God granted Ketu
long periods of rulership over my form
I pulped Self in backwaters, where
angels fear to tread, to be a Presence
for fellow humans.”

Her hollow eyes with high cheekbones
move closer to my face. Sipping from floral teacup, fingers spindly, she asks :
“How ***** will your spine be before
THE ALL ?”
I reply : “Not as ***** as when I practiced kundalini and hatha yoga, though I detect
zero regrets, bereft of debts, slate clean
as an uncooked bean.”

Laughing, she replies that Divinity
will be pleased with my use of poetics
whispering : “Know that your spine will
revert to 21 years when I draw your
breath into mine, to gently carry to
Divine. You will sway on your way
into a ringlet bay of rosy everlasting days.
17 more good cheer years, hear my Dear.”

I watch quick footsteps across the
garden path. A thoughtform follows
slender caped back : “My claim to fame
is to be what ****** desires me to be  
~ Co-Creator of my own destiny.”

Next time Death visits, I will word it this way.

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*[new poetic form: L&N : Letters & Numbers]

father of the bells swinging.
great weights
to give praise while
we set aside our silent
alleluias.

what gives us
cause to build with
symbols, brick upon
storied pages, is

the opportunity
to teach us
generosity,
could there be a
greater gift than that?

we seek unusual
beauties, a flower
in a dying woman's hair,
bearing witness
of the fresh
clean linen
table cloth,

hidden there small
flecks of flesh
and spotted blood,
we become,
swinging in the
breath of god,
as sounds
from the bells
summoning us
to sleep.

I received a sad phone call it was a late hot august day , a good friend had to tell me , another friend just passed away.
I knew him for so many years although we were never really that tight ,  he was a man of small statue with a mind full of ideas of might.
Wild and a crazy , and always ready to go out and play , and now all we have are memories , for now in the ground he will lay.
Oh , I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.
You never know when you will see someone for the very last time , for life is so short and precious , and we never know when it’s our time.
He was climbing the rocks to heaven at the garden of the gods ,  when he lost his footing, and there he laid on the ground.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re  going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.
Always be kind to people in each and every way , because it may be the last time you see them , before their final day.
Everyone you meet in life will leave memories on your mind , always make them good ones , for some memories will last a long time.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out ,  this life is limited stay.
There is a lesson to be learned in everything, that comes into our life , although some sweet and some sour , you can’t beat the gift of life.
As the clouds pass by in the mornings , and the sun shines high in the sky , his spirit will always be among us, and we will never have to say good - bye.
Oh, I hate to see anyone die , especially someone you know , but just remember people when it’s your time you’re going to go , use your time wisely each and every day , your reservations will run out , this life is limited stay.  Copyright Tom Maxwell 2002
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I am not gone.
I rest in yellow.
I rest on all of your roads.

Lying still.
Waiting.

But my eyes
are no longer closed.
They tunnel and pierce
the waiting horizon.

For when you come,
even as a mirage,
I will know it is you.