Lots of people writing about death.
Few of them feel death breathing down their necks.
When and if they feel that terrifying breath,
The safe-feeling car of life wrecks.
Then they will paint sweet light sweeter than they ever knew;
And they will paint skies with more beautiful blue.
Love's kiss and touch will become a miracle of magic.
The death of a friend will become terrible and tragic.
And they will hold tight to the covers at night--holding on to here.
Time will fly faster and faster, faster than jet planes, faster than fear.
Then honesty and reality compel
Visions more heavenly than heaven, more horrible than hell.

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Written by Michael LP, aka MLP
aka PoetWithCancer, aka PWC, aka Mr. Poet
Written on Monday, April 18, 2011  12:43 am PDT
77 degrees F.   Humidity: 20%   Forecast: overcast
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