but some stick and others don't.
Even tho we are all one skin and life force,
we can't meet every body.
And then there are people who do,
manage to shoot through your cortex,
stay in your brain, and you stay wondering
thinking why didn't this person look the same
as everybody else?
Sitting on cancer while I made small talk about his
profession, his-body actively chilled,
grubbed on pupusas, and then proceeded to
word death into existence...
Never losing hope that a young life, his own
creation, would remember
Never losing hope that a young life, his own
creation, would remember
his-love forever, way past infinity.
Every-body comes into your life as a message,
and his-body came to mine as a window
into a world where every body knows their fate;
Pushing 35 years of age on a wheelchair,
spinning experience into sharp edge commentary
of everyone's bullshit.
Every-body comes into your life as a mirror,
and my reflection also showed an aging body,
knowing its withdrawal from this dimension is coming soon.
Time is a relative term though...
In seeing 3 hours of his existence,
I saw more life than what we expect of children...
The truth is every-body is dying...but who the fuck is living?
Life is fire; TRUE magic that
transforms
cleans
warms
heals and sometimes destroys
when time is relative.
when time is relative.
We are fire
that brings life to darkness,
that brings life to darkness,
that cures the physical body from death.
Let's be that fire, every day
Let's be that fire, be one.
We are that fire, even after our flesh is gone.
Rest in Power - A.S.
11/11/76 - 2/20/12
11/11/76 - 2/20/12
