Headstones

The season for dying has come about.

I've been a part of far too many funerals.

Right up front.

Thousands of headstones bring about the fear.

Astounded to realize that I'll someday too.

Nothing new.

So I'll stay upon my gentle way, 

mindful to watch where I set my foot.

Faithful and true, you'll remind me of you.

Such a lot to be.

It's not enough to play the bugle,

their last song of Honor.

Read of who they are:

where they've been, who they've affected, 

as you honor their final bed.

Was he younger than me to receive a bullet through the neck?

Response Dimished

A Float away like never.
B Nothing so deep this blessed.
A Return the body here
B Without the mind we love.

C Soul's magick gone,
C because his spirit's way.

A What's the mind never
C before nothing wrong?
B Spirit or the soul,
C his alone to drown.

E Diminished, soulless.
F I'll forget you.
E His spirit has feigned.
F I'll never find you.

Response Magick

8 What of that which I'll never dream? While
7 I'll never dream beyond near depth. Right.
8 Luck should not pull my body to
7 the depths which you'll venture


5 Waters might drown your magick.
4 Spiritual nothing return your
5 body with a mindless brain;
4 diminished and soulless


6 There's no spirit without the thought
6 and no thought without the mind.

Response Vastness

I've considered the vastness of that depth.
Believe it, but hell I'll stay away.
    It's a depth from which few will ever recover.
Laughter is a fire that consumes in waves
until it is destroyed.

I'd love to swim away into your hilarious magick,
but I don't think that I'll be able to attend your funeral.
Because if you're dead, there's none left.

Our brothers had magick as you've read about,
to astound on his leaving mind.
    Without you.

I'm afraid you're swimming too far!
Your body will return, but where's your mind?

Nothing is spiritual about its depth
when your mind is afloat.

Response to...

Float away like you've never

bathed so deeply before.

Without the mind we love

return the body to this shore.

Laughter's fires scourged the Winter's snow,

yet unraveled the waves of truthful bliss. 

Flooded. 

Nothing more.

Soul's magick gone

swam away with laughter's song.

Was the mind ever

before nothing wrong?

Spirit or the soul,

his alone to drown.

Diminished and soulless,

lost to the vastness of the depths;

I'll forget you.

His spirit swam away,

eyes fixed upon the light;

I'll never find you.

05ba Response To... by EricSLeyva