FOLLOW THE LIGHT

 

When I died, I headed

Towards the light

Slow and steady

But it turned out

I’d been reincarnated

As a moth already

I WANT TO DIE PEACEFULLY IN MY SLEEP # 2

 

I want to die peacefully in my sleep

Like my Great Aunt Jane

And not screaming in terror

Like the passenger on her plane

I WANT TO DIE PEACEFULLY IN MY SLEEP

 

I want to die peacefully in my sleep,

Like Dad, peacefully without a fuss

And not screaming and yelling

Like the passengers did on his bus

IT’S NOT REALLY ANY COMFORT

 

It’s not really any comfort

If someone dies while doing

Something that they loved

When they were doing Heroin

I’VE LOST TOO MANY

 

I’ve lost too many

Nearest and dearest

Friends and families

I’ve watched as they

Left this world

One by one.

Each one gone too soon

Before they came to terms

With themselves

As I have done

And felt as free as I

SHE HAS GONE NOW

 

She has gone now

And has left a hole

Where my heart

Once resided

But her spirit

Is always with me

And hangs in the air

Like a breath of spring

HIS LATE GRACE

 

When my uncle

Passed away last night

He was given

The last rites

By a Bishop, who

Missed it very nearly

As he could only

Move diagonally

HE CAME IN THE NIGHT

 

He came in the night

The consummate thief

The taker of souls

Stealer of the cherished

Inhabitor of shadows

Blackness draping him

Like the night itself

The grim reaper

The snuffer of candles

The snatcher of life

The author of my grief

NOT A FOREIGN INVADER

 

Not a foreign invader

But an alien being

Inside me

Living, breathing

Growing stronger

Day by day

While I weakened

And in its strength

Is the knowledge

That it will not survive me

Cannot outlive me

Yet it is content

To kill me

Knowing it will end itself

DRAWN LIKE A MOTH

 

I moved toward the light

Drawn like a moth to a flame

It was a benevolent light

Not dazzlingly bright

But soft and easy on the eye

And when the vista opened wide

It emerged into serenity

With sweet music everywhere

And love enveloped me

Like a soft blanket

In the place of perfect peace

I stepped among the angels

Where no shadows fall

GOOD HEALTH WARNING

 

In regard to the state of good health

The fact that you cannot deny

Good health is just the slowest speed

At which we will eventually die

I DON’T WANT TO BE MURDERED

 

I certainly don’t want to be murdered

So, I find myself rather fascinated

Exactly how important do you need to be?

Not to be murdered but to be assassinated

WHEN I DIE

 

When I die

And I ascend

How long, from

My untimely end

How much time

Must I spend?

What part of eternity

Must I extend?

Wearing the outfit

I wore at the end

DEATH AT SEA

 

I fight for my life

In the icy water

But fatigue overcomes me

And I succumb

To the welcoming waters

And as I slip beneath the waves

My life replays before me

Like an old home movie

And I think to my self

As my life ebbs away

Damn that was boring

DEATH AND TAXES

 

Death and taxes are the only certainties

In a life full of possibilities

Paying Taxes is an unpleasant act

Which I don’t enjoy and that’s a fact

But death is a different proposition

It’s not exactly an option

But I’m not afraid to go

But I fear the manner of it so

NOT FADE AWAY

 

Big man

Strong man

Barrel chested

Smiling faced

Hearty man

Where have you gone?

I watched you get into that bed

A few short weeks ago

But you have disappeared

And I don’t know when you went

 

Your laughter was first to go

That fruity chuckle

That warmed and cheered

Fell silent first

Then your conversation

Once a source of knowledge

Wisdom and sardonic wit

Dried up like a drought-stricken lake

Your sentences grew shorter

Disjointed and inarticulate

Until they were no more

 

Then you began to fade

Like a picture going out of focus

When you opened your eyes

And I looked in them

I saw no one looking back

The spark had gone

You had gone

When had you gone?

We didn’t say goodbye

 

As I looked at the withering shell

In its unconscious state

I heard the groans, as the pain cut deep

Through the morphine

In the slow agonizing transition

From man to corpse

I cannot pick the moment

At which you were no more

But it was days before rather than hours

When the essential you left

When that which made you, you, was no more

I hoped you were not in there

Suffering

Dying by inches

God, I hoped not

 

What savages we are

To inflict this end on a human being

We would not do it to our favourite pet

We would not treat a dog like this

Yet I let it happen to this man

What indignity

What inhumanity

What kind of son am I?

 

I will not go this way

I will not fade away

I will not vanish

Before my loved one’s eyes

I will say my goodbyes

I will smile before I go

I will go on my terms

I will go by my own hand

BOND

 

In an instant you were gone

Taken from us by another’s selfishness

He was too drunk to walk

So, he drove instead

Devastation left in his wake

The children want to know why

I don’t have the answer

They look to me for a reason

They look to me for strength

They cling to me out of fear

The fear of losing me too

But they must be my reason

And they are my strength

And I cling to them out of fear

The fear of losing them too

SHE PUT THE ASHES IN AN EGG TIMER

 

She put the ashes in an egg timer

After her husband’s final breath

So, he would at least be useful

Around the house after his death

Uncanny Tales – (32) Funereal Finery

Funerals have had an unduly erotic effect upon me since the morning of my grandfather’s funeral in 1963 when I was 13 years old.

I was in Aunt Julie’s bedroom looking to pinch a couple of her cigarettes while she was having a bath, but she finished sooner than I anticipated, so not wishing to get into trouble for stealing, I hid in the wardrobe and watched.

I watched her sitting on the bed as she dried her long brown hair, I looked on  as she stood with her back to me while she dried her curvaceous body and offered tantalizing glimpses of what was hidden from view and because of those glimpses I was sporting a serious woody, and I carried on watching until the moment she turned around and threw the towel on the bed and I saw my first naked woman.

My eyes were like saucers as they were drawn first to her great globular breasts and then down to her curly brown triangle and as I fidgeted in the wardrobe I came in my pants, but that didn’t stop me from continuing to look at her as she first, put on her black suspender belt around her narrow waist followed by black silk French drawers.

Aunt Julie did each item deliciously slowly like she knew she had an audience, next she pulled on the first black stocking up her long slender leg and as she leant forward to fasten the suspender her breasts swung voluptuously.

At the same slow deliberate pace she repeated the process for the second stocking and she stood up after fastening the second suspender and seemed to look straight at me before she harnessed her large round breasts in a black lacy construction and when she had finished fastening her bra I saw the image to which every woman would be subsequently compared.

The addition of an under slip did not diminish my appreciation of her but when the dress went on I knew the show was over.

I had to wait in the wardrobe with sticky pants for another 25 minutes while she applied her makeup until she finally went downstairs, and I could escape my hiding place.

As I got to the door I looked back towards back towards my hiding place and I could see the reason I thought she was looking at me because next to the wardrobe door was a full-length mirror.

I HAD A VERY DISTURBING DREAM LAST NIGHT

 

I had a very disturbing dream last night

Which I awoke from in some distress

I was cutting carrots with the Grim Reaper

You might say I had been dicing with death