Dream But Not Of Death
Dying and Dreaming both have a D common

Never think of dying
we all know
we all will die one day
we came with a return ticket
not only one way

So dream and enjoy
I have been dying too
since ages past
yet I am alive in front of you
as in many decades
lives parts of me

Read my Sunset Poetry
Dying is a small part
we all have come to go

Rolling along
In my little red wagon
Leaves crunching beneath the wheels

The smell of autumn
Wraps around me
In all its splendor

A cool wind blows
Beneath my hood
As I watch the decorations appear

Pumpkins, witches and ghouls
Floating from neighbor's porches
Anticipating candied delight

Childhood memories
Such a long time ago
Brings a tear to my eye

What I wouldn't give
To be that kid
Rolling along in my little red wagon again

Death where is your license?
Who grants you that permission?
Nature, No.
But who?

Those dude’s I Know,
Shadow’s of memory,
Beneath your glutton end,
I sobbed with the moon and the sun,
I know one day you’ll burn.

Mama close the damp,
In your heart.
This festival of tears you must bind,
and let justice stretch her hands.

Death you are guilty,
like grains of sands their soul arises,
pointing fingers on you.
Even though plead guilty,
Who will be your lawyer?

Running as rivers
Soft as gleam
Maybe liquid
Maybe steel
Yet with a noble cause
No other way
Sign of strength
Seeking for will
Might be a boubou of regrets
Might be a call for what the soul rejects
Taciturn or a screech
All that matters is what the soul rejects
Might be against humanity’s law
But please make it raw
Void of emotions or flaming as hell
It all matters if it’s going to be recoil
Or proceeding exploits.