

Pressed and GoneI breath, barely room to move, Chest pressed flat, rock strewn, Pressure, tossed among laughter, Body is breaking, can't hold out, This weight is killing, I'm almost gone, Another rock, my bones crack, Below me a shifting tide, earth moving, I sink into oblivion, lost to this world above, Walk calmly into rain, reaching the Summerland.Pressed and Gone


Reaching ForScent of crushed grass fills the nose,Reaching For
As I lie idle in the dusk,
Watching the sky turn brilliant pink and gold,
Slowly the sun sinks beyond view.
The shadows of the trees creep forward,
Covering my feet, knees, hips and body,
Still I lie content as heat fades,
Gazing ever upwards, waiting.
A long drowsy blink between lights,
The song birds trill tiredly as they settle in,
Lights from the neighbors house go dark,
Finally my pupils begin to expand.
The first twinkles of stars can be seen,
I reach out as if to cup them in my hands, &n
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The elixir is hidden in the poison. -Rumi
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I just made you read this.
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If you do nothing else, dream. For isn't life about being led astray to find something delightful?
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I just made you read this.
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Wise men choose death before war. Wiser men choose not to be born.
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"Life has to be a Bitch, if it was a Slut it would be easy"
"I'd rather die while living, then live when I'm dead" Jimmy Buffett
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If you do nothing else, dream. For isn't life about being led astray to find something delightful?
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