My body tingles lightly as the numbness spreads

My heavy heart sinks to the pit of my stomach

The nausea bubbles and rises

Higher

Higher

Higher

Overwhelming my senses

Uncontrollable tears flooding down my face.

Like Atlas, I am left buckling under the weight of this world

As reality sets in.

Now I am truly alone.

As death knocks at my door I am tempted to answer

Weakness takes over me

There is no strength anymore

Balancing on a thin line of giving up

Or continuing to try

Mind wandering thoughts

How will it be on the other side

Is happiness abundant again

Is there just beginnings with no ends

Do you stay young and full of life

I am intrigued with the thought of leaving behind all my daily strife

I am tempted to give up today

Yet

If I decide to stay

How will be my future days

Full of joy and solace

Or pain and sorrow

The answers to all my questions

I will never know

Yet I know I must decide

To live or to say goodbye

With overwhelming doubts swimming in my mind

I choose to stay

And not give up and die today...

Death opened wide her benevolent arms,

inhaled his life as he struggled to breath.

Curtains fluttered, candles sputtered,

raw facets of masked death loomed,

where abundant love once bloomed.

Darkening existence stood doomed,

black sapphires hid in black onyx night.

Solitary confinement of bones, forlorn,

sitting alone to moan in diminished soil.

Life in broken glass of yesterday’s dreams,

slogging, jogging through windblown brine.

Unshed tears leaking, peaking from empty jars,

open mouthed with no words to express.

Can’t catch the fleeting, bleating whispers,

resounding, pounding just out of grasp.

Stardust summoned him home, beyond,

pale yellow moonbeams lighting the way

into beckoning arms of endless infinity.

There are different beliefs about death. The point in life where someone takes their last breath. No one knows when it will come. But one thing's for sure, even though we know that it can happen in any moment, life goes on.

Beautiful moments of living. Make memories with your loved ones and don't let the thought of dying scare you.

Some say that there is a place of rest for all the souls that leave us. They are waiting for us in another spiritual home. A place for the departed spirits. Others believe that people who perform good acts shall receive a reward in the next life. That living doesn't end. It goes on. All in all life is a journey.

Enjoy this adventure called life. Death is faced by all. When it's time to go, be not afraid. Keep faith and don't worry about leaving earth. There's another treasure that comes after this temporal state. A gift that approaches to all. It's an eternal spirit life after death.

After paying his dues to the 

Devil,

Chris stumbled out

Over tottering planks

At the stroke of 

Midnight...

In the mist, he lingered

On a dock

That he'd been warned

About earlier...

...He's been told that 

A secret convoy 

Met here

After hours...

Aground clouds

Obscured his sight

Beyond the deck,

But quite hastily

A scow

Slid in like a shank,

Glowing with her own

Unnatural light,

Splitting fog

In half 

With her bow,

And striking 

Figurehead...

...A nude mermaid

Swaddled 

In a serpent 

Who's fangs were

Embedded in her

Left calf...

...The mermaid's 

Eyes

Were shock white...

...Though her timbered

Gold brown 

Skin

Had been weathered,

Her death was

Always cyclic,

And everlasting...

...Chris was smitten

With the beauty

She could resonate

With her 

Shapely

Bust,

Hinging on 

Death.

He was ushered on the

Ship 

By two swathed idler's,

Through the lubber's

Hole, 

And to the galley...

...Chris has never 

Known the tally

Of his life

Until this time...

...Now the boat

Proceeded onward,

Toward some 

Incognito dream...

...There was an

Island

In the distance...

...For Chris

That was all 

The dirt

He'd seize

About his enigmatic

Fate...

...Once again

Drawing a blank,

As the sunless

Water curled, and

The Moon sent

Scattered

Schemes...

©

2017

Bunny Villaire 

death inevitable 

so far 

living one 

don't desire

 to embrace

but when 

worries 

tensions 

unpayed bills

come midway 

as scorching heat  

desire of 

embracing death 

become

will of 

unwilling.

documented form 

yet to be play 

part.

written accuses,

mourning for  

left behind 

scanned  by 

cops.

this 

embracing of inevitable death 

 by a 

hollow man 

showing the courage

 of 

being superhuman

controlling  unpredictable

by engulfing  poisonous

substance.

Gather strands of sable into my hands

And claret of the noble on my sour lips

Bare my chest to taste colors of affection

Shed no tears in the womb of a pantheon 

Still, I catch the whisperings so solemn

Like the muttering of a possessed child

Besprinkling remains at places of haven

A ghost of defiance anchoring the mind

You shaved to scalp and burnt them on pyres

Bleeding your whole essences into those rites

From fragile veins down the lungs of tomorrow

Reciting the books as unsheathed verses bestow

Upon the body of a warrior amidst broken pages

Destiny and deliverance in a sepulcher of voices

Cease sorrowing, my love

Douse your flaming

Quiet your wailing

Ease your raging

Be calm with me

For as the soft rays caress your cheeks

Waking you from slumbering streams

My desperate ardor, a present succor

To kiss the pining off your forehead

I stand ever watchful and unsleeping

The brotherhood of arms at your behest

Yet, if this perforated core should fail me still

My voice beckoning moans only in divine dreams

Clearing the shadows distancing my soothing reach

That I may hush fevered cries with lilting comfort

To drain arctic pools overflowing angsty mints

I will pen ambient paeans for you

Lay burdens of spirit upon the priestess

Goddess speckled scarlet into my fortress

When the sun sets ever so slowly

And the seasons pass too swiftly

As the earth rolls onward steadily

Yesteryears drowning your calling

Capturing the ribbons of yearning

Dimming the ebullience of longing

When words within sight become blurred lines

And thought is with grief aligned

When hours pour into your skin like glass grains

Filtering through your toenails

When chants seal mouth with threads of silence

Embroidering counsels in braille

When invocations confers the gifts of desire

And incantations possess the wings of passion

When you find us in the dauntless

And spy me in the humble ones

Accept your peculiarities fully

For we were, are, to be surely

Remember, tumble into me

Know I am nearest as on that Wintery morn

When I beheld a mirabilia of remembrance

An apparition above the landscape of white

As the boon of beauty led my ardent quest

Your endearing fragrance tumbling into me

Burgundy boots with child-like excitements

Gamboling with glee into fluffy snow heaps

Seducing giggles that stole my breath away

Such devotion that flooded me with awe

Speaking no barriers, scripting no limits

Giving everything for the impossibilities

Adventurer with powers in your pores

And as the clock ticks by and spaces gently fade

Your air will not be stolen nor die the strain of sounds

Your creative views in vibrancy vast and wildly alive

Brighter than any precious stone I have ever known

The sun to paint you visions, clouds to glance delights

The moon to polish your lashes with tones of the winds

Safekeeping the memories of all the treasured days

Wondrous imaginations, beautiful and ever young

Remember, when platinum bends to neat

And sterling melts at the stroke of heat

As sparkling metals take new forms

And age molds your body timeless

Read farther than the flesh

Reach beyond the horizon

Do tumble into me

Fixedly and devotedly, I will adore your different shells

Striving on behind you, beside you, and ahead of you

Paving the straight, rough, and narrow that you tread

Through Continents, Islands, and places of wonders

As the world's proud Empires pass on into history

As my hair salt silver and your heart glows golden

And raindrops from the heavens turn to tongues

They will never be sufficient to profess my love

For one charmed with me past the boundless

No relative measures will be long enough

To sail the mad scales of life with you

But let us start with endlessly

I Totally Always Love You

If we are all prisoners then Death is an eternal reprieve from a temporary sentence.

Death was a messenger for God and a friend to the Devil. 

One night He came to me, requesting my life, on his way to snatch several.

“Lovely, I need you. You have to come with me.”

You’d better believe I was shocked. I was only twenty-one, you see.

“No dice, my good man, I still have things to do.”

He stiffened his slight body; “But Lovely, I’m in love with you.”

Lucifer appeared: “Woman take his hand!”

Angels appeared: “We’re sorry, but we second that, child of man.”

The Lord appeared and said gently, “Let the girl decide. After all, only she has control of her life.”

And to this day, I stand behind what I chose to do.

I married the handsome Death, and together, we created you two.

The waves crashed against the shores, lapping and foaming at the sand. The dark blue water became clear as it danced across my feet, leaving droplets of water in its wake. The wind was strong; it blew my hair back. The coast air coated my cheeks and I knew that they were red. The flag that hung from the pier rustled in the wind, the flapping of its sail silenced beneath the sounds of the air.

I walked a few paces into the water, allowing its coolness to reach my ankles. A few more steps in, my knees were wet. The bottom of my dress began to soak up the cool, salty water.

The cold water touched my hips, soaking my dress and allowing it to cling to my body. My fingertips were next, dragged back by the rush of the water. Two more steps in. It cut against my stomach and caused my breath to freeze in my throat. 

My arms were submerged, my elbows skimmed the glassy surface. The force of the water pushed me backwards, but my steps did not falter.

Three paces deeper.

Curving around my chest and swallowing my shoulders, the water hit the bottom tips of my ears. 

One more step.

The water hit my mouth, the salty taste stinging my lips and making my mouth dry. My hair surrounded me, floating in the dark, cool water.

One more step.

My eyes met the water, the salt stinging them so badly I had to close them. With my nose covered, air bubbles escaped as I let out my very last breath.The cold soaked through the top of my hair; the sensation spread throughout my body.

I swam.

And as I swam, everything changed. I grew warm, I felt as if I were wrapped tightly in a blanket. My eyes adjusted next. The stinging sensation ceased. I opened them up, slowly, seeing nothing but dark ahead of me.

Slowly, the soft sand beneath my feet fell away, and I was floating. Or I wasn’t. I was somewhere in between. My toes couldn’t touch the sand, and my hands were far from the surface.

Then, suddenly, the dark turned to light. It started out small, and it grew, so fast. I was surrounded by light, it wrapped its way around me, circling my body, illuminating the water around me.

I could see everything.

The air bubbles that escaped the fishes gills as they swam. A school of fish, swimming in and out of the coral that lay on the bottom of the sea. Seaweed, that grew and grew, all the way up until it tickled the bottoms of my feet.

Life.

It was everywhere. I looked in every direction, as far as the eye could see. The deep ocean was filled with it. It was all here, all right in front of me.

Suddenly, my lungs cried out. They needed air. My hands grasped the water, trying and trying again to grab at something solid, trying to bring myself up to the surface for just one breath.

My fingertips touched the surface, just once, before my hand was grabbed and I was pulled down. My eyes looked around the water and met the eyes of a stranger.

But it wasn’t a stranger. It was a man. A man that I knew so long ago. A man whom I had loved.

His eyes were no longer crinkled around the corners, no longer tired or dull. They were bright, the color that reminded my younger self so much of home.

The wrinkles that once branded themselves across his aging face were gone, leaving only the smooth skin of youth. His hair grew so dark it contrasted with the light of the ocean. It had grown long since the time I had last seen him; it now reached the back of his neck, seeping down onto the tops of his shoulders.

I tried to touch him. I tried to see if this was a dream.

But when I reached up, wanting to embrace the curve of his cheek, the only thing I saw was my hand. How young my hand looked. The wrinkles were gone, the indent of a wedding band worn for so many years no longer there. My nails, once short and chipped, were long and painted light blue — “the color of the ocean,” I had once said.

It was then that he took ahold of me. His fingers, curving around my own, intertwining and locking our hands so. He easily pulled me to his side, strong muscles defining his arms.

It was something out of a dream.

My eyes stayed locked with his, as his were locked on mine. Mine green, and his blue, dancing together in the open ocean.

“Welcome home…” It rang in my head, the two words playing over as he smiled. The curve of his lips, his smile, reminded me of how much I’d missed him in the past years I’d lived. My life without him, it wasn’t a life. It was waiting to be with him again, it was waiting for him. I wasn’t living — I was waiting.

And together we swam, further into the water. His words replayed in my head, as I swam, with my long lost lover, into Earth’s most beautiful gift.