Is It Poetry
Some Can Go There With Out Dying - Poem by Is It Poetry
Some have gone there with out dying and even fewer spend
more time here, leaving death behind them.
Moving towards them where I had come from, others saw me.
Chaos below me I am watching people dying.
Moving out of their way are animals and plants left behind me.
Like before when I moved among them most wore no clothing
made from light made from their living memory.
Here where even now there are those waiting to die that cling
to old God's.
God's that speak if when they spoke
would speak to you
about where to go and where to stay taking turns free from pain.
All came from the light
not from dark about tomorrow will it be not some thing else
where all can talk even here
where all will come even there are different hued beings
of rainbow colours.
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