Shedding the Mortal Coil
a poem
Forwards and backward, with each step we take
We get so much closer to the final gate
Struggling to keep our fears at bay
Marching boldly towards death every day
We paper-mache our perceptions in place
Pasting lies up over the face
With lightning rods lined up the spine
We push the blast up, revealing the divine
Forms bound by pins so tight
Leave them and repeat the plight
Unleash all paths down below
Unlock the dams to let the rivers flow
As pieces fall, crumble, and decay
The garden’s slithering serpent comes to play
Gas explosions run through your core
As the serpent’s teachings make you crave more
As the rivers converge and flow
Nausea threatens to overflow
Like a bird eating twice its weight
Compounding vices lock fate’s gate
Will you make it past the nose
And not from inside like everyone knows
Mind fogged and mouth agape
Speaking will lead to a mistake
As lies pass down the throat
The burn leaves you wanting to gloat
Keep the mouth sealed up tight
For the next step, objectivity will win the fight
Intense fear makes the body rock
Run from them, hide under the dock
Harm is not the goal
Let the heat rain on your soul
The unknown realm, the echo in between
Where visitors from afar can glean
Experiencing dreams of destruction themes
It’s the deaths inside that provide your seams
What’s that sound?
A ding resounds
From Heaven on High
The end is nigh
A tornado will come to sweep you away
Fall to your knees and wait as prey
Think about the leaves and how they must fall
And our brother who died for us all
The eyes shine all bright
From a place that can’t be right
Continuity caught up to the fight
Now what was that light?
Bliss places you above them all
Making you wish you’ll never fall
But you will, so hope instead
That you land and not dead
Feeding your heart is what you need
Or desire will build a slave of greed
If villainy is not your theme
Objectivity must reign supreme
Journeying through life is just the start
Of a great unknown that transcends the heart
For as we shed this mortal coil
Our spirit remains, no longer toil