wrote this poem when I was dead

wrote this poem when I was dead

my head unlocked by an angel’s words

meat laid out straight in an infinite box

 name carved in rock and nothing more

 

before my soul was sheered of cold flesh

my mind was trapped in its small skully tomb

but, now, the womb has let loose the child

to run wild unseen down barefoot roads

 

winds blow in colors that sing the smells

of apple pie and starlight symphonies

untimed rhythms to the pulse of God

erratic unflawed pandemonium

 

sunshine pelt swaddles my ghost

as I float on a river of chaotic bliss

that twists and turns through time and space

untied from timelines and deadlines and lifelines

 

I’m fine dressed in nothing less than a royal cloak

of every sweet word spoken in broken breaths

by the loved ones I left to mourn

my fair death as I mourn their tame lives

that old strife that lies limp as my mortal chains

 

don’t cry for this bird in spiraled flight

victorious close to a fight in a sick off white cell

ring wedding bells and dance with joy

as I kiss my cloud-draped bride

made new

 

and wait for you all where our Ends intersect

to direct you to the New Beginning

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Wow! He does have a light side, this SK guy! This is brilliant...like an Irish Wake. Be happy not sad for those departed. And what a gorgeous picture you paint of the crossing over. If only the books waxed so poetically...maybe then I'd believe.

Great job as always! Keep 'em coming!

[Ruth]

WOW! Full circle, all encompassed from life to death, an echo that lingers!
I LOVE this!
Excellent!
xx

[Nothing Personal]

WOW. WOW. There's so much hope in this poem. I perceive death as dull, dreary, darkness and lack of consciousness. This one goes to challenge some of those faiths. Of course , it has all those poetic metaphors and the surreal expressions which keeps the poem in a state of trance between mystique reality and absolute randomness. Wonderful.

[zogzog]

very good work serial kisser.....your style is very good

[Maurice]

For you, this is a change, and most pleasingly done.

[What happened to simple..]

first two stanzas are brilliant, the opening, 'wrote this poem when I was dead
my head unlocked by an angel’s words,' hooked me.

As you also did with, 'sunshine pelt swaddles my ghost
as I float on a river of chaotic bliss
that twists and turns through time and space,' which is my favourite bit =)

but over all I wasn't feeling it, and that's very unusual, I think it was the story-line, I couldn't see it going anywhere.. it's not that it confused me, maybe it's just 'why this?' that's puzzling me.. But as always I enjoyed every word, each combination that you used, but I think it needs more flow =) that's maybe what's missing for me. Thanks dude xx

[Hollow Man]

'wrote this poem when I was dead' i wish i could believe that, make life a lot easier. This is a beautiful poem though sir. I wouldn't call it dark or light but beyond that, I suppose that would be due to you being the one who wrote it. Pleasure as always

KGS

[Alicia Schroeder]

THis is amazing. I love this one. Brilliant!!! :)

[KAREN]

A enjoyable read, which flowed really well! SAD and HAPPY , but also beautiful!!

[china]

Wow, this is so beautiful. You went beyond seeing just a white light. Excellent write.