For authentic living what is needed is the resolute confrontation of death.
quote by Martin Heidegger
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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.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Confrontation is not a dirty word. Sometimes it's the best kind of journalism as long you don't confront people just for the sake of a confrontation.
quote by Don Hewitt
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He seems to want confrontation not only with the legislature and with the other elected officials, but he wants constant confrontation in order to be center stage on the television screen.
quote by Bill Scott
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Failure is authentic, and because it's authentic, it's real and genuine, and because of that, it's a pure state of being.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Either something is authentic or it is unauthentic, it is either false or true, make-believe or spontaneous life; yet here we are faced with a prevaricated truth and an authentic fake, hence a thing that is at once the truth and a lie.
Stanislaw Lem in A Perfect Vacuum (1971)
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There is a certain kind of respect for authenticity today that there wasn't back in the days when they did 'Cleopatra,' where everything looked like a giant motel. People want to have it be authentic in the look, and authentic in the way people behave.
quote by John Milius
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
The Reign of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Oh Death
Oh death oh death why are you here?
am coming to get you and take you away
Oh death oh death why take me?
you cry of pain and you living in darkness
oh death oh death why now why now?
a baby is crying and you are shuffing
oh death oh death plz don't take me!
am sorry am sorry i have to take you
oh death oh death.............................
poem by Ishmeal Balfour
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Death of the life
Death is not to be laughed at,
Nor cried at,
Death it is strong,
But will give up,
Death is the soul,
To every living creature,
Death well be in every story,
As life goes on,
Death is more then what we can handle,
But we live to die,
Death well wait,
Till it is yours turn,
Death is now my nightmares,
And in your too,
Do not run from death,
For it well get you worst,
And
Death is forever,
And never.
poem by Anna Reeves
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Samuel J. Tilden
GREYSTONE, AUG. 4, 1886.
Once more, O all-adjusting Death!
The nation's Pantheon opens wide;
Once more a common sorrow saith
A strong, wise man has died.
Faults doubtless had he. Had we not
Our own, to question and asperse
The worth we doubted or forgot
Until beside his hearse?
Ambitious, cautious, yet the man
To strike down fraud with resolute hand;
A patriot, if a partisan,
He loved his native land.
So let the mourning bells be rung,
The banner droop its folds half way,
And while the public pen and tongue
Their fitting tribute pay,
Shall we not vow above his bier
To set our feet on party lies,
And wound no more a living ear
With words that Death denies?
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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A Living Death
I think of
All the people
I've lost to
Death.
I miss them
All…
Can anybody
Answer
What happened
To them
After their death?
Are they living
Another life
As is the belief
In after-life
Or are they still
Loitering…
In the lanes
Of death?
If so,
Can those
Wandering
Spirits and souls
Let me know,
How does it feel
To be with death?
Is it better than life,
Which seems to me
A Living Death…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.
quote by Miyamoto Musashi (1645)
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I have to experiment with methods and I'm trying to find an authentic way of making an equivalent of the living, breathing person within the limits of a single picture.
quote by Peter Wright
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Resolute love
Resolute love
~
My love stays strong, resolute
I stand firm amid a promise
to myself more than any other
that I gift my all, my final breath
to the one I love, freely
so they may live
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Please Do Not Bring This to Their Attention
Hmmm,
Authentic?
About as authentic as false smiles will allow.
I guess.
Or one's depiction of those envied,
At best.
Who knows?
One's truth is in the acceptance of one's perception.
And the ability to entertain denial!
Stand where you are,
And observe this!
It's free.
One who embellishes without constraint,
Can damage the quality of a class act.
By going through the motions.
And not a growth shown from that...
Is attempted with or without requests.
Authentic?
Will put replicas to shame.
If recognized!
But those accustomed to mediocrity,
Would never know the difference between
What's genuine or fake.
Since much of their environment,
Is based on substitutes and other things demeaned.
Oh...stop that glaring at me!
Open your eyes and let that be seen.
I'm just your tour guide.
Not the creator of this BS!
However,
Please do not bring this to their attention.
We find their pretentions,
Priceless.
And...
Judging by your reaction,
You do as well.
At least your good tastes have not been wasted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Upon Me
Death shall be upon
Every doorstep
As it walks the streets
Death is upon us
Looking at his list
For whom to take
But death take's
The best one's
But we have to forgive
As their time is over
And they're needed elsewhere
Death will return
Else where
The spirits he collected
Will fly to the night sky
As death come's upon us
He passes me by
My time aint over
As i have alot to give
But death will be upon me
When i cannot give
poem by Karl Jones
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Generally speaking, the Way of the warrior is the resolute acceptance of death.
Miyamoto Musashi in The Book of Five Rings
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Chameleons
We are all chameleons
We change our faces
As needed.
We change our thoughts
As needed.
We change our actions
As needed.
We change our values
As needed.
We change our principles
As needed.
We change our morals
As needed.
We change our love
As needed.
And our vows to God
As needed.
How sad
Poor Chameleons!
poem by Rich Young
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