If I die, When I die
If I die
When I die
I just want you to not shed tears
After all the things I had to go through
I finally got redemption
So please celebrate a bit
And do not leaving thinking I will forget this life
Because in death
I will have a lot of time to cry over my past , mainly over everything that could have been
No you need not to weep
Because I will complete the share you owed As death is not the end
It is just the next chapter in life
If I die
When I die
Don’t burn my body
Rather burry it
In one of those old graveyards
Which have a garden near them
So my soul could crawl out every once in a while
And see fresh flowers blossom
At my grave , at my funeral when you talk about me
Don’t just tell the good parts of my life
Tell them my worst too
Tell them my struggle
Tell them how my broken dreams were many
Talk about my broken heart
Whose strong suit wasn’t love in the end
Don’t just tell them the sweet ride
Tell them about my suffering too
Tell them about the loss
Tell them about the days I spent alone
Tell them about the times I gave up
Don’t just tell them the truth they knew
When I am gone , tell everyone , everything you know
For my life was both good and bad
For I glided on the highest cloud
But had to sail through the worst storms
For I lived a happy life
But endured enough trials and tribunals
For my demise was both good and bad
Ying yang
Looks pretty quiet
The tombstones aren’t talking tonight are they?
You think the dead don’t talk?
The dead scream
Not in agony not in longing not in regret
But Stories and stories
Of all their days and all their nights
With passion and the stars
With heartache stories and the moon
They remind you how beautiful living is
As their life is chiseled on their tombstones
In a few lines to remind you of their destinations
At nights they live again
To tell the stories of their journey
One dead poet
To one alive
Is there a name on the gravestone?
By which you sit all night and look up and write
No?
It’s new it’s clean it’s waiting
For another story to come to its rest
For another soul to drop into the soil
And mix it’s stories with all the others that already lie there
And soon mine shall too
As I flipped the last pages of my notebook
Singing yet another unfinished sonnet
With my dying poetry
My last haiku
I flip the notebook close
As i drop it underneath the body to soak
To be one with the earth
As they chisel the name
On the gravestone that was once unnamed
Clean and new
Now waiting no more
And that is the meaning of life
At least what the earth told me
To live and be Alive and explore
To expand and see and experience
To breath every single sight possible for man
To see every single sound
To hear every single smell
Whether it be the sizzle of a family barbecue
Or the sound of the early morning kettle
To not just be ordinary to not just be fodder for the earth
To not just be limited to being alive then not
But to be extra
Exhaust the limits of quaila
Exhaust everything
Everything
And then rest