The Aesthetics of Memories, a Poem

Death is merely, a normal part of, life…translated…

You May Be Young, You are Already Deceased

Although You Too, Ran Wild Under the Sun

Also Enjoyed the Orgasms of Sex

The Sun Doesn’t Rust Up, You’re Already Dead

Because All You Have, is the Ability to, Forget

In the Dark of the Nights

A Man Recalled the Secret & Everlasting

Longings of a Man for a Woman

The Songs Passed Down by the Ancestors

Starting Resonating from a Tribe

An Ethnic Group Found

life and its, seasons…photo from online

Her Memories and the Glow of Light from Her Conscience

In the Dark of the Nights

We’d Found the Powers of Memories

The Energies that Made Us Forget are Everywhere During the Daytimes

Dissolved in Air

The Coming on of Memories, Tensed up the Life

That Was on a Bed of Bliss

The Pains from the Contractions, with All that’s Been Injected with the Cells from the Sun

Coursed through Your Veins, and Kept Expanding

Filling You Up with Sorrows

Like You Were the Widow of Some, Hero

You May be Haunted by Numerous Spirits

And Can’t Stop Gagging and Vomiting in the Gentle Air

in the very end, we’re all going to, go…with this “guy”…image from online

Until the Day of Death Comes to You

But, You Will from Here on Out be Filled with the Powers

Even in the Winters, You Will, Choose to, Sing

Memories are that Light that Shot Through the Darkness of Nights

Reflecting on Those Dried-Up Bodies & Souls

Also, Shining Light on All the Essences of, Life Itself

Along with that Fullness Which Was at the Very Beginning

And so, this is the views about death not being the end of everything, because, maybe someone is dead, because her/his time is up, and, we will grieve, because we feel the losses, but, death is only, a natural part of life, and that’s something we need to learn, to accept it, and to, see it, as normal as, breathing in and out.