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Life

Death has its own music that

can only be heard by those who

have danced with death,

 
It is not the music that is heard

at a funeral march or the music

heard in a horror show,

 

Deaths music is inviting and enticing,

it penetrates the very soul, it’s almost

a feeling of having faith,

 

Death takes you in its arms dancing

with you like a long loss lover in a

song that you can feel its flow,

 

the rhythm of the music blinds you

with total abandonment and a feeling

of mirth,

 

I’ve danced with death so many times,

I know every step that death incorporates

in its beautiful glow,

 

now when ever I am in its powerful hold

I embrace it, because I have no fear of

death,

 

I know that when the music stops and death

packs away its instruments,

there is nothing else,

 

I know and vow.

 

No toil,

no debt to pay,

no pain and sorrow,

memories are lost, there is only the finality

of death,

 

Now I live life,

I enjoy life,

it is not death we fear,

we do not know death,

but we do know the fears of life.

— Eduardo Cruz, Nov 27, 2008

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Region, Country: New York City, N.Y. Spanish Harlem, USA

Favorite Poets: P. Neruda, Jose de Diego, E. Dickenson, R. Frost, there are many more, but these had the greatest influence...

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Lonnie

17 years 6 months ago

Beautiful, Eddie!

Your poem flows like the gentlest of streams! Each word fits and is needed for the integrity of the whole! Super job!
Eduardo Cruz

Eduardo Cruz

17 years 6 months ago

Lonnie,

thank you for reading and your generous comment! I knew you would see into the soul of this write. I only realize what death was, after the fact. It was what kept me alive! thanks, Eddie
Electric Blue

Electric Blue

17 years 5 months ago

Life

Eddie Yes, I have read this and I too do not fear death. But welcome it for the finality of it. But something is holding me here? But I do not know what. There is a light at the end of my tunnel But it is my candle blowing in the wind Thank you for your kind words Electricblue