Death is hilarious to some , loathsome to others
Why do fear it - the known world is spectacular
The unknown is ought to be more wonderful
Death is made fearful by the vendors of glory
Glory of heaven- a tantalizing promise which they have no alfa and omega to give
A promise rather difficult to delineate
All corporal needs are sinful to them
Denial of carnal joys is taught to be wholesome
Only to satiate their gluttonous avarice for pecuniary broo
Poor multitude are lured by their harangue to create a schism
Fearing corporeal comeuppance in a gruesome hell
They subjugate themselves to obsequious sycophancy to the deities
The clandestine chicanery of the clergy is beyond perception
Life is something not to be wasted like some cesspool crass
Fruitful and judicious use of life will bestow a rain of joy on us
Like droplets of dew on grass make them sparkle
Or like a dewy rose dancing in the early morn breeze
Death is a portal an open sesame to a wondrous nothingness
Not a horrible dream of untold horrors
Death ought to be a universal phenomenon
Until we are not touched we don’t care
But when we are touched we do are moved
Dawn of long shadows is a miraculous gift
Dusk of lengthy shadows is yet another sublime gift
But shadowless noon is a blessing to most
But gyrating eddies are common in a smooth flowing river
The course is oft meandering over rocks and rubbles
Yet it flows nonchalantly until it reaches its dusk
In life the moth hour of the eve is a skulduggery
In black hole and baby universes we are infinitesimal
Yet we strut like a turkey pompous and egoistical
Only to end our ostentatious array and pomp under the pall
We strain to flow and reverberate the heavens
We strain to glow and reach our havens
The icky slush of the world will hold us lustful fast
Hopping a rain on time will drown at last
The woes and spells that are really evanescent
We watch the streams and creeks flow fast
Down the dells they languidly slither with glee
But no rains come to inundate and liberate us
To flow and roar a thunderous course down
To mature our course mellowed and slow
Thus we miss the dainty silken lofty clouds
Eventually to flies and maggots tasty food we are
Never we reach our estuarine calm we are subjected
For calloused we are to the orgasmic ecstasies of life
Nemesis reign on our parched perceptions
Thirsting nothing and needing almost nothing at all
Fearing none and possessing almost not a thing
The realization dawns on us absolutely rare
That our cherished goal is simply here the present
Not baffled at the ford to choose a path
We go fleeting to come back to where we are
What we chase and what we greedily grab
Are very much here in a camouflaged grab
That we piously long the day to bask in the sun
In death we seep into a dimensionless nothingness
Majority make a living and live out in woo woo beliefs
Birth is a beginning to death- we ooze slowly to the eventual culmination
There a moment to moment living is solicited
To replenish our life with memorable evocations
To carry to the grave as the requiem chimes
Such a one has nothing to fear nothing to be scared of
For the brave readily accepts the dastardly are cowed at the thought
Instead of being the Egyptian thief be a Scott
George of the woods
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