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Life is apogee, apex, decline, life is death—and everything else is open to discussion.

Colin Farrell in Details Magazine (November 2012)
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Apogee

Sailing round the true-blue sphere---
Is it too late to bale out of here?
Well, there has to be some better way
To turn back the night,
Spin on to yesterday.
The old man and his crew---
After all these years,
Its apogee.
Pilot training and remorse---
Spirit friends fly too,
At apogee.
Apogee --- solar bright.
Apogee --- through the night.
Apogee --- overground.
Dont think Ill be coming down.
Screened for a stable mate
With nerves of ice we flew,
At apogee.
No creativity allowed
To pass through stainless veins of steel,
At apogee.
Apogee --- put the kettle on.
Tight-lipped --- soldier on.
High point --- communicate.
Dont forget to urinate.
So glad they put this window in.
How to explain, how to begin?
See! tennyson and wordsworth there
Waiting for me in the cold, thin air.
Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
Drifting golden, turned up loud.
Tell the boys back home,
Im gonna get some.
The wrong stuffs loose in here ---
Im climbing up the walls,
At apogee.
So hoist the skull and bones ---
Death and glorys free,
At apogee.
A stranger wind, a solar breeze ---
Im walking out upon the starry seas.
See pyramids, see standing stones ---
Pink cotton undies and blue telephones.
Goodbye, cruel world that was my home ---
Theres a cleaner space out there to roam.
Put my feet up on the moons of mars ---
Sit back, relax and count the stars.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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All languages had their birth, their apogee and decline.

quote by Jean Anthelme Brillat Savarin
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Life Or Death?

Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?

poem by Triauna Hall
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Life or Death

Death is a mystery,
and life is Suspense.

The journey to death,
is unknown yet,
and Life is a dream stage.

Nobody has come back
From their death,
And life seems to be,
Chasing an invisible end.

Escape from death,
is impossible,
and so from Life.

Death is most painful,
Life is even more.

Death is frightful,
And Life is a puzzle.

So is life,
or Death,
better for a human fate?

poem by Pratisha Karki
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Decline of Life

School days seemed
to last for ever,
when in the spring-
time of our life.

Friends so many
we had as young
people, we were
just gilded youth.

We descended into
the summer time
of our youth,
dreams of hope.

Marriage came
for some,
others passed by,
life went on anyhow.

Life is like
a freeway,
going by so,
fast.

Fall of our life
has arrived on time,
as were working
harder than ever.

Decline of life
is moving toward
us, with no hope
of stopping it.

Sooner or later
we all reach
this place
in the road of life.

Retired are we
now, finding things
to do in this
winter time of life.

Decline of life
is here on schedule,
the winter is over,
and so are we.

poem by Jim Foulk
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Fascination

Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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A Ballad Of Past Meridian

Last night returning from my twilight walk
I met the grey mist Death, whose eyeless brow
Was bent on me, and from his hand of chalk
He reached me flowers as from a withered bough:
O Death, what bitter nosegays givest thou!

Death said, I gather, and pursued his way.
Another stood by me, a shape in stone,
Sword-hacked and iron-stained, with breasts of clay,
And metal veins that sometimes fiery shone:
O Life, how naked and how hard when known!

III

Life said, As thou hast carved me, such am I.
Then memory, like the nightjar on the pine,
And sightless hope, a woodlark in night sky,
Joined notes of Death and Life till night's decline
Of Death, of Life, those inwound notes are mine.

poem by George Meredith
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Life After Death

(ian hunter)
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Do you stop take another roller coaster ride
Do I beg, steal, cheat or lie? oh my is there life after death?
Oh I wish Id never smoked so much
I wish Id never felt the devils touch
All that passes through my eyes so fast. oh my.
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death?
Do you believe? oh yeah!
Its such a sad sad song
Mother nature aint never wrong
She always tells you when youre getting on
Oh my, is there life after death?
I can hardly wait to see my face
Will I still have one in a different place
Oh youll forgive me if I hesitate, but oh my
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life?
Is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is it any wonder, I feel just a little bit under
I hear choirs filled with fenders say return to sender
Jumping information, Ive got hyperventilation
Will it help me if I walk the streets
I gotta get down search around here dragged by my feet
Oh no I never knew those (? )
Im gonna shake it, shake it, shake it, is there life after death
I cant remember when I felt so sick and rough
And now theyre gonna legalise the stuff
It sure tells you when youve had enough, off the cuff
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe? oh yeah!
Is there life, is there life? is there life after death? do you believe,
Ive run out of breath.

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Death Redefined

DEATH REDEFINED
esspeecee …02.10.04.

I love life
To adore death,
I buy life
To earn death.

I burn life
To illuminate death,
I spend life
To glut death.

I lend ‘life-warmth’
Thro’ cremation,
I enliven life
Thro’ termination.

Why?
Verily life is –
Nonexistent, accident,
Dream, nightmare,
Event: Crash landing.

Death is reality show
Phenomenon, wakefulnes,
Courageous, eventuality
Event: Safe landing.

Life is
A labyrinth: Like blind lane
Omnibus: One-Way-Trafficking.

Life: Unguided missile,
Death: Guided missile.

Death is:
Open avenue, esplanade
No traffic rule,
No ‘no-entry-board’
All are welcomed
No red eyed law of modernity.

Death: Kingdom of –
All fulfillments. Joys,
Frank optimisms,
Unalloyed grief,
Unblemished despair.

Ye, Death I embrace your
Magnanimous, majestic splendor.

poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Breath of Death

Death is not death-
It is life without breath.
Life on earth is life that is blind-
Blinded by stress and the curse of time…
True life is life that remains untied,
Pure life is life that has honor and pride.
The cold breathe of death actually guilds-
It guilds to a place where darkness subsides…
Passed the shadow a secluded warmth is seen,
Benevolence and compassion becomes pristine.
Yes, this death is death indeed
A death of pain and an unheard plead.
However death is not death-
Only life without breath.

poem by Brad Lomeli
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A Fresh Endeavour

So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.

I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Door

Door is open for discussion
Sacrificing everything come
alone with son.

You are ready for discussion
I am not ready as yet
And it is also not dawn.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Life and Death, How Ironic

Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.

poem by Janice Karp
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Recognition: Now Your Silence Is Always Part Of Me

Now your silence is always part of me,
where you lie naked on the examination table
before they slice you open after your death

and much too quickly life frolics past
and now I want it so much differently.
Now your silence is always part of me,

with past moments that I cannot avoid,
when a holy man says some words from scripture,
before they slice you open after your death

and totally separated are you and I
where my hand rests on your breast,
now your silence is always part of me,

you that once full of life, carelessly free
could bind your love as a oath to me,
before they slice you open after your death

and I wonder what remains in these moments
where I have to lie down that, which had been between us,
now your silence is always part of me,
before they slice you open after your death.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Death - The Gift of Life

There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life

We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life

poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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Life Or Death

what is life without death
what is death without life
people comes from the big blue sky
people fly up high when they die
their familys start to cry

life is cold
to the bold
want to turn in to gold
but life is getting old

death is black
like a black cat
hard to know when death is coming
but death is coming

so live your life to the fullest
and to the goodest
cause soon death will knocking at your door

so you would just be laying in your death bed
with nothing to say
with one thing in your head
is this LIFE or DEATH

poem by Demarcus Walker
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A short poem on life

Life is a gift
life can be cruel
life can be kind
life can be hard
life can be tough.
life is mysterious
life is strange
life is complex
life is weird.
life has twists
life has turns
life has ups
life has downs.
life for good
life for bad
life for war
life for peace.
life and love
life and hate
life and growth
life and death.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Open with you

Open your heart and eye's
Open your mind and hand's
Open your life...

Open to any thing and any time
Open it...
Open is the life...
Close is the finish of the life...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

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