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  337.     

Death is whispering.

"Come here. I'll make it quick"
Death is whispering.
The knife mocks me
The precision in the slice
Hearing Cries
Tears rolling down my face
Death is whispering.
"Hold still. It won't hurt at all"
Death is whispering.
"You can be among the ones who love you"
I knew I already was. Death was talking about my past relatives.
Death is whispering
The blood pours from my arms
Feeling dizzy and ready to faint.
Death has won.
Surrounded by nothing but darkness.
I'm in the death hole.
I hear crying all around me.
Death has won.
 
Ariana Singfield

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  338.     

Death, death and Death

So little pangs I have
of what i may cease to stop.
All beings, to it, dive and dash,
only the phoenix will rise from its ash.

Death,
Faintly ideas it glows,
taken minds, to the nature it goes.
As mysterious as it could ever be
but in the end, all man see.

Death,
The fearsome devils, or the mooing cow
will all have to someday bow.
Hopeless hyenas, raging tigers or the charming monkey of the show
ought to live down and'll surely go.

Death,
some awaits while some yearns,
for the time their body unwillingly burns,
I fear not whats in the store to blow
but afterlife where I am gona go?

Death,
Interpretation of liberation,
sometimes way over consolidation
hardly any suggestful solution,
as in breathing air in the house of pollution

Death
As curios as the new born raves
tormenting the helpless eels of the mighty waves
I am, but to face it
I wont, but i ll live it.

Death death and Death.
 
Ryun Phuntsho

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  339.     

Death is all of this?

Death should be a gesture
of what kills and fulfills
a craving that raves - singing
hymns - where silence—
reigns in peace:
death - death is a bruised apple
before its had the time to be eaten:
it is that piece of white-soda bread
where the first specks of mold
say I’m not fit for slicing—
yes death is a dog whose howls
reverberations only bring it
another and another’s beatings
but within its beatings it forgives
its masters torment: there it lolls
at his feet barking excitement
wagging at his exonerated laughter
yes Lord Master death is all of this?
—unburdened death is our second bliss
a blush of dew a red petal a trinity
falling rising anew—upon
some well kissed censored lips
a fragrance bottled of every perfume oil
rent of life - persevered
in a deathless odor
fallen - we too are vaporized
within a dewdrops gesture
we are that first blush of spring
deaths wedding band ring
worn on the fourth finger
death is our bridegroom - he is
our one life partner
Father son and Holy Ghost!
 
Mark Heathcote

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  340.     

Seventh seal

death has no face
no colour
no taste
no delay
it comes when it comes
goes never alone
seeing have you?
it has no fear
no tear
no kindness
it comes when it comes

play with the death
have you ever?
death will bless
in the game of chess
defeat and die

let the game begins

Sweden,1952
village full of ghost
full of evils
and death.

one die there
anyhow the sad news
death came and
showed his face.
death is a beauty
for those who die
a warrior death
and thus happened so.

death cries
the seal has returned
the seventh one

TO BE CONTINUED......
 
Vishal Sharma

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