"Baby's Breath"

had i lived

if i had not died

an impressionable thumbprint

to lay and co-exist

soul stamped and virtually

entranced upon memories

reserved for future smiles unexpected

and inappropriate laughs in silent spaces

within this small space

of the body cavity i have

left my eyes to see the envisioned

world which i created

to seek and inspire. love and devour

the drops and essential goodness

of life which i take a huge bite

satisfied in the juicy aftertaste of

experienced moments and inexplicable beauty

where do the skies end

and Heaven begin

climbing Jacob's ladder and surrounded

by angelic celestial matter

dense with beauty God's concentrated

hues which i see

and realize that i have lived for more than me.

i lived.

i was here. i am the re-incarnation

potential not wasted highest of the most High

Jesus walks as i touch the sky

being upon this planet

a Rubik's cube enigma

where you cannot fit the spot or imitate

the God given reality

of my blessed individuality

baptized in the worry free

anxieties of where my soul travels

at the end of the tunnel which i now see.

and i am biologically gone.

my pulse does not beat.

my body riddled with rose petals

and cheap carnations adorned

with accompanying baby's breath.

shiny coffin lacquered with spilled tears

and perfumed scents to the ones which

mourn me. but do not mourn the

sunset which ends of a bodily being

my morning is awakened and refreshed to the

new beginning of Seneca's

philosophized thought of the birthday of

my eternity.

death is not my ending. Air does not

escape me. The infamous grim reaper

as no hold unto thee

future angels love of God's sending

i encompassed a lasting impression

and learned the importance

of my fairy tale ending:

i was loved.

i...was loved.

-b.r.rivera

In Tribute and Memoriam to the original angel, Farrah Fawcett and the King whose music reigns supreme, Michael Jackson.

R.I.P. 6/26/09

"Oh heart, if one should say to you that the soul perishes like the body, answer that the flower withers, but the seed remains."

~Kahlil Gibran