Death Gently Smiles a Poem by John McKinley Pride Jr

"Death Gently Smiles"

I do not have the time to listen to you spade yourself; these feelings are alive with hate.

Let us stand here for a while; let us think about this for a while; did you know we die?

We really die. Think about it while I gently smile; stand up to a knowledge, a thought in your head; yes, it might slow you down some. A little change might take away some of the pain; Every time you do, I would look in the mirror at my ghost.

I am still with out peace; I see it in the death of you.

You are truly paralyzed by the heap of lies you have piled upon my back; you’re standing at what feels like the factual beginning; which in truth, death gently is smiling upon you, like you smiled upon me, in my end.

By John McKinley Pride Jr.
4/25/’96

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Anonymous said…
GAMMABLIXT


SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE

There's much in the world that you can't explain.
It's revealed for you to remember
by the whispering voice of a distant train
or a midnight rain in november.

Horizon within! You can always find
the keys to Enigma. Let's mention
one basic Truth: of spirited Mind
is Nature naught but extension.

Internal expanses! In dreams, ridden
by fear and longing you roam
that deep Southeast in your soul hidden
...on your random journey back home.

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