Death Poetry

People seek peace But they still go to war People seek love But they can still hate Capable of everything we are And our soul will never rest Until we have tried it all Until in the last day of our life We remember that we are alive And there is one last thing... ~ Death Poetry

Fresh air by Spiros Kakos The unknown My home. After I'm gone. Now I'm still alive. Wandering around things known. A chair. A dim light. Paper with nothing to read. Fresh air. (Now that we're all dead...) ~ Death Poetry

Running free Laughing While people somewhere die While someone suffers at another place Happiness and Pain Life and Death I see them as opposites It tales a whole life to see through them And realize they are everything... ~ Death Poetry

An enriched environment fires up our synapses. But everything started from nothing. Everything came from One. Is One boring? Or the most exciting thing that can ever be? Imagine a world full of excitement. Synapses fired. A world of information and experiences. Live your life to the fullest. And weep. For death is nigh. Who will listen to you in such a place? Who cares for exciting things in a cosmos full of exciting things? In a world of nothingness everything is exciting! Still, I believe I am missing something. Oh, God, I am so thrilled... ~ Death Poetry