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freedom is a waterfall,
is the right to write the wrong words
and ive done plenty of that.
words are keys or stones,
i give you my word,
you pocket it and keep the change.
the word on the tip of my tongue lately
has been love.
I hold it close though it dreams of leaving.
water is the skin of the earth
tears come from clouds in your head
waiting is the art of desire.
the other night my lover loved like he had never loved before.
I felt a carnival inside his pulse
as he wrapped his arms around my neck.
in his throat an acrobat dangled,
in his wrists horses galloped on tightropes,
and as his legs intertwined with mine,
I felt the electrical empathy of a freak show.
some nights I am reintroduced to the force of life
as if for the very first time.
on this same night of life one of my best friends cat died, Juice.
death is a funny thing.
most people are afraid of it
mostly because they don't understand it.
death is it.
thats it.
finished.
finito.
over and out.
no more.
death is many different things to many different people.
i think it is safe to say, however, that most people dont like it.
why?
because they are afraid of it.
why are they afraid of it?
because they dont understand it.
i think that the best way to try to understand death is to think about it a lot.
to try to come to terms with it.
to try to really understand it. give it a chance.
try to visualize, for example, someone sneaking up behind your back
and hitting you over the head with a giant hammer.
some people prefer to think of death as more of a spiritual thing.
where the soul somehow separates itself from the mess
and goes on living forever somewhere else,
heaven and hell
being the most traditional choices.
death has a very black reputation
but actually to die is a perfectly normal thing to do.
and its so wholesome,
being a very important part of natures big picture.
trees die, flowers die.
i think its nice to know that you are not alone. even in death.
millions of ants die every day and do we care?
no. and im sure the ants feel the same way about us.
another comforting thought about death is that 80 years or so after you die
nobody who knew you will still be alive to miss you
and after your dead, you wont even know it.
so tonight I drink to Juice, the worlds most badass cat.
