Death is a ghost we pass onto the next generation
Everyone wants to go to heaven
No one wants to die
And why should they when they have clothes to fold
dishes in the sink?
The dog needs his food and water,
And when shall the mail arrive?
You shall surely pass no more. Ye shall complete your tasks. Turn off your fucking TV.
Beating heart. Tapping foot. Forests aflame devour the bears food.
Perhaps your brain is the culprit.
At least no thief can steal your heart. They may step on it; soon they depart.
But what of it...No one can steal your heart.
You may be amazed that children lie back upon their pillows
long after you have kissed them goodnight and offered them sweet dreams this is the responsibility of the mother primarily
But alas they have not sweet dreams
They don armor and fight dragons who spew out fire
They fall in love, live in castles, learn to play piano when you are not watching.
Learn to close the door upon your child’s destiny
They will be well They have their journey
Days pass hurriedly
Some times slow
I seek thee in the aisles of produce
The isles of ocean overflows.
You may drown land and citadels and city states
Submerge first thoughts, wash over well constructed themes
You will never drain from me my ever so love of you.