Life and Death

ALIVE

 

I fear to perish early –
dread my soul be drowned
and led astray.
Deceased
I can’t commit myself
to be the best I can display.
I’d like to grow in wisdom
lest my life be worth its end today.

But with dismay
I grow archaic
resentful of my future fate.
I can’t expire starved and needy –
I want to ‘have’
not live to ‘hate’.

Before the end
I’ll search for more:
another route
a higher state.
Then I can pass
become the past
succumb to death
become sedate.

Desiring this
I’ll set a plan to vanish happy:
die fulfilled.
In a deed
I’ll write these words
consumed with grace –
my burden killed.

I’ll live a life of glory now
enshrined in love
that’s mine to build.
And when my mortal skin is shed
I’ll know it’s something I have willed.

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 6 January, 2004

MORTALITY

the life
on which we thrive
is so small
amongst the larger
landscape
of a picture
that tells a thousand words

the life
we so treasure
becomes a whisper
of nothing more
than a dream
in the lives
of those
who are dying

the life
we are
the life
we can’t see
is contained
in an egg shell

and its mother
is the womb
of all mothers
from the wife
in which we live
called life

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 21 October, 2002

BY I PASSED YOU

 

By I passed you
–
like a tornado
on a quiet day
sweeping you
into the jumble
of my world
–
I watched
as you floated
(unaware)
in a void
of confusion

 

© Tamara Natividad | pisceanesque.com | Written 30 December, 2002