Near Death Experience (Poem)
by Ian Moore
Not the kind that we have every night Flashing lights mixed with astral flight Where the ego dies and takes on different identities Of past births, remnants, appendages of consciousness waving like sea anemones Twisting turning, a gut wrenching scream that's as quiet as a mute As loud as a nuke A lone wolf stands on the edge of a cliff crying out to a sky with no moon Break free from Make a fist out of three thumbs Walking in the midst of an oasis of tree stumps Is this freedom or bondage Self inflicted Ego’s constricted So I pay homage Claustrophobic but there's no walls I’m homosapian phobic Memories page like photo albums I don't want to relive those moments How does a gum wrapper lead to a child's birth? A scrunchie lead to a plague? How do the choices I make last month Influence the ones I make today? Injected with joy Gone is the calamity Have I passed on? Or is this the first step towards insanity? blissed out more than any smack addicts day job It’s too late to fix how I lived But one thing's certain there's only one rule to live by That’s live in the now But can I even say live? I offered my body as a severance pay To those who I have sinned The elderly woman who I cut in line The man who I didn't return a smile to If I was still alive I would be so vile But pain and suffering don't exist where I reside So I feel like this whole death thing is all really worthwhile As I fly by shrouded in the anointed one's breath Cloaked in Buddha's thoughtlessness I notice a newspaper stand a little bit to the left As I read the text began to grow like a metropolis Adjusting to my new flying apparatus I realized I neither had to slow down or have any place to go to The headline on the front page read God charged for reckless endangerment A three car pile up The picture under the headline seemed so familiar This is god, and he commits crimes? In a moment I awoke to a voice It’s a good thing that you had buckled up
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