The Truth

There were not roses

And there were no stars

There was everything

And it absolutely meant


The mind tries to find

Reason and meaning

In things happening and

So in a sense we create

Those illusions to feel safe

In…those roses and stars are

Long since dead… I’ve seen dead moments in photos that were once alive

I’ve been watching living stars that died Long ago…


what an interesting dimension we live in….


Different Meanings

The Living Funeral is about one becoming more alive in dying constantly every second of the day it’s a love poem with all the music of the dead and alive playing before someone and beyond the graves of others it’s a symphonic journey through what’s bitter sweet about this precious and poetic life lingering in existence bound to naught but suprise