How will I die?

I stand here
In the middle of a an air raid.
Bombs falling,
Bunkers busting,
Fire dancing around me
Like a party in hell.
I will stand here and raise my fist,
Until something takes me.

Live Now

Stewing in my own gray matter
I discovered the answer
to all my questions.
A stranded pedestrian,
a dead baby,
a hospital patient,
all have the answer in common.
To continue the cycle
and take
their place in the scientific devaluation
off all that we are.

What I fear

Chest tight,
breathing hard,
sweating profusely.

An asthmatic's nightmare
played out every night.

Gasping for air
I grab your hand.
We touch and caress

Time to Think

Trapped in a box
soft, satin, and smooth
I hear the sounds of life
around me.

As I lie on my back,
I think of
all that I am,
all that I was,
and all that I could have been.

All I could have been
is an addiction
to the life
that surrounds me.

Free Will

To lose control
of thought
and action
and feeling
will kill the Spring.
Autumn encourages
the maggots
which feed on our bodies.
Resurrection will save us,
but you hate God.
Hating God is a choice.
Make the right choice.