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Mystery of Death

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JerryPat
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0 posted 12-30-2010 04:31 PM       View Profile for JerryPat   Email JerryPat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions   Click to visit JerryPat's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat

I have stubbed my toe on eternity
blood runs freely
cleansing the stubbed toe wound
keeping infection at bay
ah . . .
would it be so simple
to cleanse a lovers heart
which bleeds not
no, it folds into itself and dies
in the dark dungeon of crimes against passion
the heart dies slowly
deprived of love it hardens
superglue inflexible
the poet in me scan the horizon for my muse
and I compose

“It is the conclusion of forever
and my thoughts summersault
past the blackness of the universe
where all is revealed . . .
names are named, secrets unveiled.”


I continue to place in history’s archives
what I feel as I stare into perpetuity
realizing when I stubbed my toe and bled
it was my birth
into infinity’s darkness
a sensation of plunging cold temperatures
well beyond anything I have withstood
in my life

(pausing here)

my life, as though I am still
who I was
before . . .
the here and now
strange sensations are with me
my mind is still my mind
my body . . .
isn’t what I first perceived it to be
this realization promotes another writing session

“The cosmos has come full circle
back and around
giving me the ability to see
past the inkblot of obscurity
that is my wonderment
to open eyes which have never opened before
to see
the un-seeable
I tremble with excitement.”


will anyone be aware what I am going through
my concern
as I look into the darkness
without eyes
still, even though my eyeless stare
distinguishes only tar-black vastness
my thoughts
my search for something to tell me I have found the
God
I have come this far
there has to be more
there has to be . . .
oh my, would you look at that
a pinpoint of light in this ocean of measureless obscurity
I catch my breath
as though I can really do that
for I have come to the conclusion
I am quite dead
I have also come to the realization
I have not died normally
I'm still tied to my earthly form
so I must transcribe all this for prosperity

"Could that pinpoint of light be the elusive God of Israel
the light is getting larger
it is getting larger very quickly
how can I withstand this feeling which has consumed me
the light wraps itself around me like a cocoon
gently
letting me know
a mistake was made
I must go back
it is not my time."


I open my eyes
darkness I see
I smell turned earth
I remember
exploring a cave, my hobby
caves
earth shook
cave collapsed on top of me
trapped me
I am doomed
to lay here and die
unable to tell the world
what I have learned about death
what we all want to know
is there life after
is there a Heaven
is there a Hell
I know the answers
as I await the end of my life
in this dark cave
my secret needs to be told
the mystery of death I hold
and no one, no one to tell it to



To mimic is a form of praise unless
you have no thoughts of your own

[This message has been edited by JerryPat (12-30-2010 10:45 PM).]

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Rex Allen McCoy
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1 posted 12-30-2010 04:53 PM       View Profile for Rex Allen McCoy   Email Rex Allen McCoy   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Rex Allen McCoy's Home Page   View IP for Rex Allen McCoy

welcome back ... obviously there's more to explore in Caves then Centipedes and Stalagmites ...

awesome
JerryPat
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2 posted 12-30-2010 04:59 PM       View Profile for JerryPat   Email JerryPat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JerryPat's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat

It would seem that way, Rex. Welcome back? Hah! Good one.

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ethome
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3 posted 12-30-2010 06:50 PM       View Profile for ethome   Email ethome   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit ethome's Home Page   View IP for ethome

Good open minded write Jerry.

Remember this from your old background.
ECCLESIASTES 9: 5

I can tell your book is going to be very interesting.

Eric

ain't doin nothin at all just answerin the call
and kinda driftin away from it all

JerryPat
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4 posted 12-30-2010 07:28 PM       View Profile for JerryPat   Email JerryPat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JerryPat's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat

Hi Eric. I don't recall actually being taught that in Miss Pierce's Bible Class, but I somehow assumed the dead were kaput, no mas, no mas. Of course if that is the case where do all these ghosts come from? Just kidding there. Appreciate the input.

To mimic is a form of praise unless
you have no thoughts of your own

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Jerry, you have penned a fine telling here. You certainly have me thinking with this one. If our narrator is not to be saved, if it is "not your time," them why was he sent back to die? Thus, one must believe that he is to be saved. However, perhaps this cave is to be our spelunker's own personal limbo. For as the voice said, "a mistake was made." Perhaps Heaven was not his reward after all. Perhaps this is the Hell that awaits the one who's heart has been sealed off from the "passion." He knows all the great secrets, put is prevented from sharing his knowledge. Frustrating to say the least. Such are the ways of secrets. One never knows for sure.
These are just some of the places my mind went to after having read through your piece several times. Sorry if I stepped on any toes. Thanks for sharing.

"We'll chase them like rats across the tundra."

JerryPat
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You did not step on any toes, Andrew. Far from it, I found your analysis of the poem very enlightening and broader in scope than even I had when I penned it today. In my case, when I am trying to come up with something interesting, unsettling or even profound I find myself focusing one one particular thing, and so it was with this poem. The gist of this was, again secrets, and in this case the unfortunate fellow was taken to the edge of somewhere and assumed he was dead, and while he assumed that he decided to think of looking around for the elusive God of our desires and hopes. Of course he did find "something," that to him was the answer to the mysteries of death, but alas and drat, he was/is unable to spread that message. Your thoughts on purgatory is interesting and I like it, as I like the idea that he has been sent back to earth to be "saved," although in my way of thinking that sounds a bit unusual. I don't recall God giving us a second chance after death to accept His way. Thank you for your indepth comments.

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Lori Grosser Rhoden
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7 posted 12-31-2010 07:01 AM       View Profile for Lori Grosser Rhoden   Email Lori Grosser Rhoden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Lori Grosser Rhoden

Jerry, I found this piece very interesting and thought provoking.  I like the way you put your pieces together here. Much enjoyed.
Lori
JerryPat
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Hello and good morning, Lori. Appreciate this early morning read and comments on my stuff. Thank you.

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9 posted 12-31-2010 10:29 AM       View Profile for icebox   Email icebox   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for icebox

"I have come this far
there has to be more
there has to be . . ."

Awareness is all
in the end.
JerryPat
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10 posted 12-31-2010 10:47 AM       View Profile for JerryPat   Email JerryPat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JerryPat's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat

I tend to agree, icebox, ain't that the pits?

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Misty Lilacs
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11 posted 12-31-2010 01:58 PM       View Profile for Misty Lilacs   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Misty Lilacs

Lots to think about my friend!

ooxx  Marti

I do the <color=orange><b>MS Walk</color></b> everyday!!

Martie
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Hi Jerry...interesting and thought provoking. Makes me wonder if death brings the peace of not needing to share what is there.  Happy new year to you.
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I enjoyed this stimulating meander through your mind.  

Owl
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Appreciate the read and comments, Marti, Martie and Owl.

I agree, Marti, there is a lot to think about. Mine is merely a lightweight attempt to pursue the unknown. Brilliant scholars have gone indepth and they have not explained it any better than I have. We just don't know what is beyond death. Unless you are a believer, and even so, it is a "belief," not a proven fact that there is life after death

Martie, we do not know the answer to your question, but it is probably the most asked question during the history of this planet.

Owl, drop by anything for more meandering.

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A very intelligent write, very thoughtful and soulful. Wonderful.

·´~`·­»Garapan«­·´~`·

JerryPat
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16 posted 12-31-2010 02:42 PM       View Profile for JerryPat   Email JerryPat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JerryPat's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat

I thank you, Garapan, for your words concerning my effort.

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Sunshine
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17 posted 12-31-2010 02:47 PM       View Profile for Sunshine   Email Sunshine   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Sunshine's Home Page   View IP for Sunshine

I started to read this earlier this morning,
and realized I would be late for a hospice
visitation...
so I promised myself I would come back and read it this afternoon.

I started it a second time, and realized
half-way through that I am not meant to read it now,
before I need to hurry up to get ready for friends arriving...

so I will come back, a little later...and wash myself
in these waters...probably with a glass of wine,
and a lot of pondering sitting by my side.

For, from what I've read, this will not only be a
but one for my library.



JerryPat
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Ah, yes that glass of wine. I will be partaking myself in the vicinity of nine-fifteen tonight, Sunshine. And now that you mention it, often there are spirits(?) or something else worthwhile who are "pondering sitting by my side."

To mimic is a form of praise unless
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I am too close to the gate to even try to answer you. I prefer to remain ignorant about it."LOL When it is time to go"...I have written about this  already.
JerryPat
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If you have written about it, latearrival, you have approached the subject, and probably much as I have found the answer elusive. However, I would prefer to know what procedure or event might take place in the after death time of our being. Yep. Sure would and I have a feeling I am closer to the gate that are you.

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Sunshine
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This IS a Jerry...
and as for you and Late?
I swear, all you have to do
is keep moving the gate.





Now, visit Open Forum #47 and join me there for the rest of this New Year!
JerryPat
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22 posted 01-01-2011 08:41 AM       View Profile for JerryPat   Email JerryPat   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit JerryPat's Home Page   View IP for JerryPat

Hah! I've moved it. I've moved it, Sunshine. I have been living on borrowed time since I was eighteen. Still here and still kicking, however feebly. Thanks for the advice and I'll see you over there on #47 . . .

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