Death Is Just A Feeling Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

The easterly wind gains vigor,
And my body, fraying to defeat, in a melee, stiff with rigor
I was reeling around a fountain of extinction
And then the moon light sprung forth from the inhibition
Look at this pale goblet of Anisette
The tonic I put in, ardently, will prove a collapse
In lungs, garrisoned by unblinkered chairs
And offensive blighted dreams,
So tell me, while I am dying,
Prove me wrong, death is just a feeling

People from all around the fountain,
Seeping like cold breeze from my shoulder
And the debris is falling, debonairly ominous
Look at my skin – opaque but luminous
Sycophancy of the Sun, spare me,
I am acquiescent, I will suffer it gladly
But then again, what is this, fickly portraying?
That death is not a phase, just a mere feeling?

And so from a friend, with a rueful grin
With his smile enfeebled, like sullied satin
He told me once, “There’s a little piece of heaven.”
In cigarettes, in liquor, in food and blunted vigor
Then I must be one, erring fellow or brazen flaws
Vie to reason out, with one, sepulchral cross
That impales me to the ground, what am I dealing?
Is it true, that death is just a feeling?

Then if it’s just a feeling,
A subtle hint – dawn or dusk fast approaching
Then I must be one, asinine maudlin
Such a fool for believing,
That there’s an answer in death, an answer that’s not lying
What am I going to do, now that I’m struggling –
Struggling to forget that death is just a feeling,
Let’s put it to the test, a distasteful arrogant thrust
To exude the shattered promise in the heaven’s slowly decaying musk

Sealed in prayers, blatant among tombs,
Forgotten in requiems, remembered in wombs,
Billowing bullets, resounding in the catacombs,
A mausoleum of bent pictures, taken among trysts
To meet half-way with saints and devils
Passed on through words, shielded by frozen sigils
If the sea whistles the macabre, tell me, what are you seeing?
Is it the death, with his scythe, terribly limping?
Or is it the delusion, that death is just a feeling?