all these words
cluttering my mind
spilling over onto paper
which may be good or bad
depending upon
the reader’s viewpoint
so what you say
well…
some people dislike what is written down
particularly
when the wrong people see it
so what you say
well…
hell… we have to live with them
we can’t if they don’t
we go in circles being “nice”
honesty counts
only if acceptable to the receptor
or… we must coach in dishonest terms
like the Ten Commandments
the seven deadly sins
the rules
so many rules that it is hard to comply
so… I go to hell and burn
hopefully accomplished
quickly
in the meantime
I write into the aether that no one has yet found
when the time comes
the slate is clean
no one will care
ashes to ashes, dust to dust and all that
are merely words
until it is me
…so write your words on paper or
better yet bind them in a book
or still better have them chiseled
in stone, far better than floating
off in an i cloud to be destroyed
in future cyber conflict.
Best of all, dear poet, share your
words verbally with peers
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You are right…death is death, until it is me. Yet we often welcome it when it knocks at our door.
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