to
sTeal a begining - but remind myself it is better to have
one.. tHan none..
i am witnessing
the best minds of my geNeration desTroy tHemselves.
desperate
souls selling themselves for a piece of tHat pie ..
a sLice of moVie-make believe with a scoop of an aMerican
icey cold future -
"put
it in a 'to-be-continued-to-go carton' - it's cHeaper
than a coffin - besides... i have lost my appetite..
im too sick from dying"
we die eVeryday
- a million wHays - seCret ambitions of death - to finally
rest - to be buried and finally appreciated and loVed.
tHat high...
hiGher
loVe...
tHat
comes...
...
with cRemation
we are duSt
-
flying
around with no direction
neVer finding
the gRound
to be fertiLe
and gRow
iT.
sCares me to waT.ch the coRpses walk aRound pretending
to be aliVe..
iN tHis life
i get to see the people i loVe die before we gRow old
together.
perHaps
we were born old? knowing we would be young before
we died because we are already old and ready to die
at cReation?
iT. doesn't
make seNse...
aNd neither
does
tHe deaTh
tHat
suRRounds
and taKes
tHe pRecious
people tHat i loVe
of my
geNeration.
