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"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

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