please leave things along

[justwalt]

one half of me is alive,
and one half of me is...
actually already dead,
such is the natural way,
such is... only what it is,
or so, I've heard it said

and what does it matter,
to count upon my living...
or to assess it by degree,
how could it ever change,
this is... is always what is,
and it is... without apology

in my death I was blessed,
having no obvious fear in...
the imminence of my birth,
I could not be dead forever,
and I accepted being born,
for the better... and worse

and so the half of me that is,
relitive to that which isn't...
is united to make me whole,
I admit that it confuses me,
to be balanced in such a way,
but I think that I'm on a roll

it's wonderful to be here now,
on this big round rocky ball...
and flying through a universe,
but is this my life or its death,
I cannot tell a difference now,
since I am happily immersed

such is... my whole existence,
though it might not be mine...
to ever claim as just for me,
I certainly do not know it all,
nor would I need to if I could,
yet it all... already seems to be

wgs/2/13

[tarbaby]

along or alone
I will be
oblivious to death
when I die


http://www.flickr.com/photos/disintegration/4996620988/


a thought provoking poem
thanks for writing

[justwalt]

I think that when you die...
you will be oblivious to life

ride the wave

[stilltrucking]

Oblivion is what/where I do/go when I fall asleep

Oblivion is what a drug like Propofol™ does to me




Not much of a Buddhist yet but I am drifting that way,

ride the wave
listen to the music

[creativesoul]

i dunno- the life inside me will never die- i have tried to kill myself a million times- always pissed when i came to- then = it all went sideways- and i rather liked my equipment rather suddenly- like the 4th of july- come to find out this little temple of a body has secrets- potions and lotions and secret nerves that love life- it pumps thru my heart like drums or loud waves stomping the sand-in all those places- i can be- with a full heart and soul- i failed at death- but i have not failed at living-i was able to pull babies from my hips and watch them turn to men- that i love and respect- that tell even better jokes than i do- and they do voices and go to tiger farms in china and eat fish in chile-they surf- they love life- so the cells can be trained to love life - to want more air- to be outside- to flex the muscle that causes the experiment in directional foreplay- give it the right food- and some smiles- and some laughter- and that life just sparks right up-and well- the trick is to nurture the love and the light- yes- leave it a-long-NICE WRITE

[silent woman]

I might as well be a f*cking priest cause I been celibate these past 33 years.

My posts were not so much about suicide Creative Soul. At least not consciously, I am sure I got all kinds of monsters in my not conscious mind. Is there such a thing as a subconscious? and is it the same as being unconscious I am not much for logic or philosophy when I am stoned everthing makes sense even this compulsive typing of mine.

I suppose it was a guy thing sister. justwalt said when I die I will be oblivious to life, I begged to differ with justwalt.
but even so that was a nice riff on
the phenomenology of feminine space time
always a fascinating subject for me

[saw]

great work, a wild ride I can totally relate to

[creativesoul]

there are ways that 'death' can be swindled - because an 'ego' death is quite different than the death of an idea, an era, a love that lived shortly and then fizzled out- i have heard it implied that when a certain death comes on the horizon that there is a resurgence of life afterwards- like the smile of someone that has defeated death- and now---- the life they lead is filled with color and warmth and a love that previously - did not mean nearly as much- the implication is that the quality of living would in fact be affected by the deflation of, or change or a 'death like' experience- a rush- the impact of a moment of clarity ; leaving 'old ideas' in the dust-MOVING FORWARD with a new found inspiration as the result of a perception that just died- didnt work anymore- so DEATH is in fact- a larger part of life than i previously could envison-the fear of death seems to be unreasonable- as it would seem is not a permanant condition -i do not think we die- i think we change into another form= i know when i dream there is a reality that is real to me- that defies the body and the logic of the mind-s it would seem that - the things i thought i wanted the most- when i got them- they seemed not quie as shiny- WHY DID I WANT THIS AGAIN? .. so last but not least- sometimes it feels so good you say- 'oh it is to die for='i feel that way when i eat passion fruit--- so maybe there is far too much weight on what we lost or let go of than shall we say- living life to its full potential-the real creative blood has an imagination which with enough curiousity- can transform a piece of paper into a master piece= so maybe this black and white thinking is something that needs to die hard- and bring new life to the places that were not really doing anything exciting anyway- so on that note- life loves you- why not love it=? may your sails be filled with kind breezes and soft winds- may you seek the open seas and the beauty of life in your viens-whether it matters or not-

[stilltrucking]

flash backs and flash forwards
and then there is now
present presence

it beats me
to beat the clock

[justwalt]

So many cool comments... sorry for skipping out but I'm bouncing
between three states with the job these days.

So I have a second part to this bit in the works, and maybe I can
kind of respond to some of these comments within it.

Thanks very many everyone

[creativesoul]