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"Death is nothing at all....."

Death is nothing at all.....

I have only slipped away into the next room.

I am I and you are you.....

Whatever we were to each other that we are still.

Call me by my old familiar name; speak to me in the easy way, which you always used.

Put no difference into your tone; wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, and pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word that it always was.

Let it be spoken without effect, without the ghost of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.

It is the same as it ever was; there is absolutely unbroken continuity.

What is this death but a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.

All is well.


Cannon Scott Holland (1847-1918)


Darkreaper

FM went out one day,
On a merry stroll,
He came across something,
It was a rather large hole.

FM didn't notice it,
He was studying lead,
So he fell down the hole,
And ended up rather dead.


Ant: Poems are not his strong side.

This is like "Haiku" poetry. In fact I think it is.

Japanese Death Poetry:

Arimaru:
Running shallow
with a year's end sound
river rapids

Asei:
Flowers of the grass
scarcely shown, and withered
name and all.

Atsujin:
Earth and metal...
although my breathing ceases
time and tide go on.

Baiko:
Plum petals falling
I look up...the sky,
a clear crisp moon.

Baisei:
Island of Eternity
a turtle dries its shell out
in the rays of a new sun.

Banzan:
Farewell...
I pass as all things do
dew on the grass.

Basho:
On a journey, ill:
my dream goes wandering
over withered fields.

Bokusui:
A parting word?
The melting snow
is odorless.


Darkreaper

Deep man...deep

Hissing and crashing and smashing and burning,
Everything spins and the world just stopped turning.
Left with no heart, cut out with a knife,
Left down below with no soul and no life.


Had a dream,
Etheral bright,
Angels came,
Veils of light.
Everything dark
Now turned to light.

Thread Reincarnate.

(aka pop)

SPLAT! The End....(or is it?)

Squishophobic: One who fears the sudden stop after a long fall.

Sorry my mistake, I misread and thought they wrote, 'all phobias and manias are connected with death.'

oops.

EyeCandy wrote:
Of course I do not believe in Hell (nothing but a tool
> of control and fear exploited by the medieval Church),

Ermmm...wasn't hell first mentioned in the Bible??

Well, I believe in the Bible, and that means I believe in Hell.