DEATH: ONE OF THOSE THINGS

This is a particularly dark entry that really allows a glimpse into my thought process. Yes I am fascinated by death but more by how we have come to visualize it. Death to us wears this black hood, it has no emotions and it claims us to keep up with some sort of numbers quota. I still wonder about death every so often. How did it get this personality? The truth of the matter is that death is one of those events, really it's the final event in our life.

Did someone claiming they came back from death just randomly come up with skull dude? I think about this at times because given the way of the world today I question my less than Wolverine like mortality. I think that when you fear death because time passes so quickly you tend to think about it more. Imagine if death came in the form of some sort of wormy accountant telling you the extension is up, that would be something else.

I don't think about death every single day but those days that I do I tend to wonder about the personification of it. I guess I watched that film The Seventh Seal way too much. I always wondered about a chess game with death.

The fact is that none of us will know until we get there and when we find out we won't really be able to share the thing unless we are well tuned to the trusty OUIJA board.

DEATH, A POEM

I had this dream, I don't know if it was real but so real it seemed
Death came for me
Not a word
It wasn't a skeleton
It did not wield a scythe
I did not want to go
I did not know what it was
There was no cloak in this spirit
There was no form at all
Death was a mere cloud
It took me through a hall

I walked many steps
At one point I stopped
Death was now in front
When suddenly the cloud dropped
It formed a stream on the floor
Rivers of reflection
I guess death was giving me time for retrospection
I was so young upon first glance
Here I was looking at my life
Stripped down for an eventual rise

Death my friend what it this?
I see ships with hulls all of them rotting
The ships sink to the water as they make a big mess
Things keep happening
I can't well see the rest
Death my dear friend it's been like a ride
I look upon my life with a great deal of pride

I ask death one more time what's going on
It doesn't respond and something is wrong
What will I do?
What did I do?
Everything is odd
I am dead
I have not bled
My clothes are not red
Why death?
What has my attitude bred?

Death told me
I was good
I was decent
My parting was not recent
It takes time to see my life
Even if I was good and polite
Thank you death I know I did right

Tragedy Imitating Art

Often times we wonder if what we see in film can translate to real life. Take a movie like "Death Wish" for example. We wonder if there really is some architect with the desire of to kill every dirty bastard criminal out there. Then you have 007 films where the super spy  sleeps around, drinks, and kills bad people without worrying about getting an STD,cirrhosis, or retribution. In reality precision killing and action packed sequences do not seem to occur, at least not often.

In the French Alps the bodies of four victims were found gunned down in cold blooded and precise fashion. This brings me to a very simple question, why? We live in a world where there is enough killing so why make it worst? In this case a mother's dead body was covering her 4 year old daughter's live body. There was another girl 8 years old with a gunshot wound to the head still alive. The girl's father and a passenger, a woman, were both shot and not too far a cyclist was shot execution style.

I am sure people would question what the father did or the mystery woman or even the cyclist. I am sure the questions will pop up such as

1. Was the father the target?
2. Was the mother the target?
3. Was the lady target?
4. Was the cyclist the target and the family in the way?
5. Why was this family targeted and the cyclist a victim of circumstance?
6. Why was the family in vacation in the French Alps?
7. What kind of gun was used?

The questions will come around and the conclusions will follow I am sure. Every imbecile wanting to play CSI and Homicide investigator. I look at this and think that the world is truly a fucked up place where safety is a foreign and alien concept.

Let's do something about this type of thing, life is short but it should not be cut so short that whatever we do ceases to have any meaning whatsoever.