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Reliving the flesh saint's challenge
by Robert JudeAce
copyright 08-16-2001


Age Rating: 18 to 127

 


The wind stealthily moved over the graveyard
As to not wake a soul from its cherished sleep.
I drifted in and out statues and tombstones
To visit the bones of an old friend
Who really wanted to be cremated
However, that’s another story-
Death is death, at least to the novice…
As I read the dated inscription,
Onto his earthly homage,
I heard the voice of a stranger ask me for directions
On how to exit “this labyrinth of death”-
He had a statuesque face, larger than life itself,
With large white eyebrows and sanded brittle brow-
Around his head was a silver bandanna.
His mouth was weathered but somewhat gentle
As he began to speak to me of time and space
And how the end of life is only a fallacy
Created by fools to control our fears and dogmas.
He peered into my eyes with such intensity
I became lured by his awe-inspiring presence…
I said, “The exit is over that distant hill.”
He scoffed at my reply and said, “No that’s the entrance.”
“I guess we leave how we came in,” I jested.
He scoped the sea of stone and bluntly responded,
“The flesh is only a temporary skin
For those aimlessly wander this earth.”
He then whispered,
“Don’t mind me I’m just the patron saint of nonsense
And I dare you to sneeze into the tissue of truth.”
I gazed to the sunset and sneezed so hard
I blew a hole in the bandanna around his head.


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02-24-2002 Eileen Waldron    

LOL...but after the laughter, comes the truth...a good one;-)


04-01-2001 Yuushi Rose    

*Blinks and continues laughing* That was an incredibly deep, amazing poem...and then the last two lines....lol! You're an amazing writer...I'll have to look you up and read more again sometime!

Forever,
Yuushi Rose




04-01-2001 John Mcleod    

I keep teling my wife that my body is just a means of transport for the real me. One day I will trade it in and get whatever is on the market then.

Good readwrite.


jm




04-01-2001 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

You may have sneezed hard, but I was laughing hard. :)




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