Laying,
my back pressed to the ground
free falling through the clouds
and heavens above
As it steals my breath away
the innocence
the carelessness
of it all
Telling myself to breathe easy
as I choke on the fresh air that pollutes my lungs
Finding wisdom of a lie
Life and Death
Have no rhyme or reason
In these moments before you die
Its not your life that pass before your eyes
Its the ones you leave behind
Tender moments of I love yous
Laughter and tears
Friends youve known throughout the years
These are things that you see
lifes important scenes
I am left to believe
maybe
This is a form of heaven
These moments when life
just seemed right
and you really felt alive
Death is not the end
merely a new beginning
of remembering who you were
and what you truly leave behind
Wow Robert, this could have been a inspirational piece, almost like a thought of the day - no more like something to live by, let's say motto for one's life.
Your words amazingly brings peace to my mind, knowing that as you have said so beautifully
Death is not the end
merely a new beginning
of remembering who you were
and what you truly leave behind
Omg, goosebumps - lots of them.
This piece is def going to my favs
oh and btw, great pic, works great with your poem!
This is nice, Robert, very nice. I'm at a time in my life when words such as these really impact me in a profound way. Those we leave behind do matter- but where do we go next and what will it involve? Will we still be able to hold our loved ones in thought, or will we simply be asleep ? ... I'm not really asking you, I'm thinking about the possibilities and doors that you've opened with this beautiful and peaceful poem.
These are really beautiful thoughts which gave me something to think about. I see heaven as something that we create for ourselves here... just like some create their own hell, so I agree with you on that score especially... We are all just passing through... so the man sings.I have never been this near death, so I don't really know what those moments are like, but I have heard them discussed much as you have expressed so gracefully here. This is fine work. I like it a lot. Many cheers.
oh my.....this poem is inspiring to say the least. Very philsophical but comforting at the same time, usually a hard effect to achieve yet you did so brilliantly.
i was going to pick out a section that I thought was particularly fabulous but found I couldnt just select one because the whole peice was just amazing.
as you are most probably aware, you are immensely talented.
very very well done indeed
This is spectacular, makes you think if you know your last breathes are coming what will travel through my mind, doubts, regrets or satisfaction and peacefulness... your words speak volumes to the soul my friend.
I envy the cultures of the world that celebrate death as an acceptance into another realm, as opposed to mourning it.
To them, it is a beginning, as you say here in this very comforting poem.
Someone close to my family is in the dying process right now, and it is an experience beyond words....when he is alert,
he reminisces and laughs with his memories. I think he has accepted his situation far better than those of us who love him.
This is very well written and hit close to home, Robert.
My name is Robert. I write therefore I feel I am. My words come from my heart, soul, and mind. I write what I feel and see, life is my inspiration. Life itself is art in its purest form. There is noth.. more..