Death,
I Am Ready
I am ready
I am ready to
write up the world
To stuff up the
canals
To climb up the
trees
Huge sycamores
of unordinary thinking
I am ready
I am ready to
grasp the wind
To render it
into bits and pieces
To see all its
shades
To decipher its
codes in colors
I am ready
To split up the
knowledge
To shake the building
blocks
Of my own
reality
Bring them down
on my feet
Make them cry
for my ruling hand
Yes from the
primitivism of my
Creative
childhood days
To the realism
that slowly
Cropped up—I
want to see form
Both Abstract
and Surreal
I am ready
I am ready to
lie
Lie to the world
Lie to the
people
And still make
this lie a truth
A reflection of
the world I live
Death, I am
ready
I am ready to
know your world
To kiss and make
love
In your streets
To dance and
dine in your tables
I am ready to
breathe you
But only when I
am in this world
For I want these
people to know
You.
To know who you
really are
To love you. To
care for you, just as they do with life.
And never to
fear—‘cause that’s what they
Always do to you
I don’t want
them to love you
In their old age
An untrue love
of uncertainties
I don’t want them to like
The sound of you
only when they ail
Neither do I
want them to
Suffer in
accidents and falls
I want them to
see you every day
And love you all
the more
I am ready
To walk with you
As I have always
done
Only this time
Things are gonna
head
To intimacy—
And all the
world will be watching
Just how fast
your race is
How sweet and
captivating it is
Small wonder
every wise man likes you
Death, I am
ready
To sketch you up
and frame you
As a beautiful
bright woman
Mona Lisa,
perhaps with eyebrows
You always drive
me to a culmination
A climax, a peak
of billow
Incense with
choking smoke
Partly pleasure
partly piercing
You live, and
that makes me do
The things I
have always wanted to do
But I can make
my own choices
If you declare
your love for me
But right now
it’s a big no
Let me love you
Then, when time
is ripe,
You will love me
back
Death, I am
ready
©Simon21
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