Merciful Death

I wish I were a reaper,
What beauty I could see:
the end of life forgotten
and the beginning of immortal infancy.

I'd be the hooded cowboy
to release the pain of years-
and usher in a change in consciousness
While abating any fears.

I'd be Charron without the boat
free to heal forever I'd roam.
And seeing these things I'd be part of the whole
collecting, releasing and nurturing pure souls.

I wish I were a reaper
to be merciful and true-
Then I would be a comforting presence
even when I got to you.

Speechless

What is it like to live in silence?
I couldn't stay silent if I tried-
I wouldn't be silent if I died.

Life is like so much violence
as is the ferocity of the mind.