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Death Before Life

Updated on November 26, 2012

Death plays hide and seek behind gauzy curtains

Death wears many fashions, hoodies, and outfits

Death is end of all silence, creaking under planks and floorboards

Death smirks on our laugh lines and crows feet

Death collects the dusts accumulating in the back of our minds

Death makes the boogeyman sit in limbo waiting room

Death scares the shit out of me

Death falls with red leaves, signaling winter

Death is red with the end of a menstrual cycle

Death spreads every hour with changing disasters

Death is eggs fried lard, a side of extra crispy bacon, and two pieces of toast buttered up.

Death arrives as extras on a news piece making sideline headlines.

Death is tobacco ashes in lungs and alcohol love in the liver.

Death is stepping out your front door, sadly.

Death is deep slit like a roaring gully in porcelain tub.

Death is looking at double eye-lids of a double-barreled shotgun.

Death comes as a missing report on Amber Alert of a silver pick up truck with license plate beginning with 5JML.

Death rings in the middle of the night, behind a badge.

Death is an eternal oasis of moans and ecstatic release, no one can hide.

Death is indiscriminate to those he scorches like passing thunderstorm.

Death shrouds its face of the unknown since it fears resurrection.

Death is the beginning of a new era, a new dawn, with the crowing sun.

Death is peace everlasting because it comes before life.

Death brings tears of anguish or tears of joy, depending who is right.

Death comes for all, for young and old, for healthy and sick, for all race, nation and creed.

Death comes for me with open arms and I embrace him for

Death is escape from our own rotting minds.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Incredible and fearsome.

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      Albert Kivak 4 years ago from Cemetary

      B. Malin, I only fear the one who can destroy both my body and soul in hell. I may cringe at how I might die--if the process is a slow, painful one or a sudden, abrupt accident--but I do not fear death itself.

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 4 years ago from Southern Illinois

      In a sense i fear death, then when i think about it, not so much. You certainly highlighed some factors that contribute to death. Death before life conjures up reincarnation? Maybe not. In a strange way, i like this. You make me think and laugh a little too. Cheers,

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      b. Malin 4 years ago

      Mmmm, So tell me how your REALLY feel about Death...All kidding aside? This was quite a Powerful read, Albert. Death is what it is...FINAL, and so in between, LIFE is meant to be Lived, and to an Extend ENJOYED, in between all the S___t that comes down the pike, that we have NO control over.

      I now look forward to Following your Interesting Hubs.