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A Good Day To Die

Decay is a constant state. No matter what you do it begins as soon as you start. The clock starts ticking towards failure. All systems fail. It’s a know fact. Some are patched and rebuilt, others replaced, and some fade away. But in the end they all fail to placate the human spirit of going on with this insane charade. You cannot fix the world. You cannot even fix your own fate. All you can do is breath and work towards what society has deemed important. You live in a petri dish. I watch from the outside as your dreams are crushed under the foot of faith in the system. The system is broken. It is a machine that has reached its mean time till failure and that time is now. Have you spoken to Jesus lately? Is he in your contact list on your phone? Do you know your mother’s phone number? Can you call her and get unconditional love? Television, streaming video, ***********, laughable politics, and Mexican heroin are all at your fingertips. You lie in bed as the alarm sounds and dread another day in the system. It’s all rotting around you. You must save it! So dress yourself up in the uniform of your profession and meet with your peers. Dance the dance and walk the walk. It all feels so familiar. Yet, it is somehow very disturbing. You are suppose to be and individual. But life has put you in your place. You cower under the burden of the sunlight of a belief system based in power… I lie on the couch. I watch Showtime. I don’t care. I am decaying. I am lifeless in this world of non-reality. I used to ride my bicycle when I was young. I felt it could take me anywhere. Now I have an automobile and it takes me nowhere. There used to be a future. Now there is only living in the moment. I hate each moment. Joy. Fear. Loneliness. Desperation. Love. What does it matter in the end? I will take with me what I started with in this world. I am not a child of this world. Leave if you must. Stay if you can. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. I smell fear on your breath. Death is near. Have another beer my friend. It is a good day to die.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 5/9/2016 8:04:00 AM
Stephen - I am glad you are still here (I mean at soup) and definitely in the world. You seem to still have that "Rendezvous With Death" It will be the "now" some day. Kathy
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Stephen Kilmer
Date: 5/9/2016 9:00:00 AM
Yes Kathy it still haunts me. I am still freaked out and under the covers. Recover is a long road. It's great to hear from you again. I was thinking about you this weekend. Love you.~ Kilmer~
Date: 4/17/2016 1:27:00 PM
A touching story about solitude in which cannot die so many feelings, because your verse is rare flower. There is nowhere and no time to die but to do good acts from your noble soul. Serenity is to make peace with yourself and people and rediscover you are not alone, at all. Your poem-meditation is a living one for our postmodern world. I John 4:8-16 and Corinthens 13
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