20 ways of dying and 20 hopes to live for

RDS


Shot dead, a crushed head.
Squashed flat falling off a mountain
Drinking poison
Hung or strangled, mangled in a car crash
Gone in a flash, burnt to ash and cinder
Drowning in a river, Lost to hypothermia.
Frozen with fear in the face of oncoming danger.
Done in by a stranger or a psycho off tinder.
Falling off furniture stacked as a ladder.
Torture
Electrocution or decapitation in a freak accident. Slowly, from exposure to hazardous matter, a heart attack or cancer.
Fatal flaws to a future, remote possibilities drawing near.

No fear, there are other threats closer to home or out on the road. Bold steps I will wish I never took. "Leap don't look! "

Hope to make a difference, being a lift in someone else's experience, a selfless event.

Hope to learn, to find one rare gem of wisdom that expands your horizon and changes your future skyline. 

Taking part in something, serving a role or purpose that makes you feel wanted, in some way special. Even if it's only one moment in time or an illusion that holds hope of someday being real. 

The delicious urgency of ice cream melting in a sun blown wind. 

Feeling the thrill of danger and the flow of peak adventure. Befriending a stranger for no other reason than sharing a beer. 

There's more beer. 

For all the mysteries that remain and all the unknowns washed up on waves of the future. 

Screaming feeling the rain lash your skin or otherwise vitalised by an immersion in phenomenal nature. 

A mesmerising fire mirroring your own burning desire. 

Having the confidence to love, not that cheap stuff pumped out in the first rush of youth or ignorance of beauty. Tender intimacy that never withers old yet forever grows. 

To fix faults as they're found not working abreast or, tiptoeing around problems you probably posted from a past address. 

Friendship, nothing more or nothing less. 

Excess. Pleasure taken to extremes, fished from the turbulent waters of life, like dreams that call you back to bed. 

  • Author: RDS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 27th, 2020 21:40
  • Comment from author about the poem: So I did, update this. Maybe I should say up lifted.
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Comments4

  • orchidee

    In a 'meanwhile' moment of madness - Oohh, I tried all those; I didn't feel very well after them!' Doh!
    A jolly write there RDS. Oops!
    I'm more concerned about them motorised wheelchairs on the PATH, than getting run over by a car on the ROAD. They come straight at ya at 100mph it seems!

    • RDS

      Thanks orchidee. It's a difficult sketch to categorize. I quite like the frogger-like nature of social spaces. Forced to stay on your toes, like a boxer on the hop trying to stay off the ropes. Searching for the path of least disturbance and assessing which strangers will yield or offer the least resistance. Or an exercise in patience and grace if you can realise some kind of harmony in everything.

    • Fay Slimm.

      A mélange of combined ways my friend of saying a last goodbye to this life and versed with style as the twist in its tail-end raises a smile at how often this read has done just that - - leapt without looking.......... another inspiring read RDS.

      • RDS

        Thanks Fay, it could be thought a kind of shock therapy ode. You have it in the "... last goodbye..." it perhaps gives a glimpse of the entire mess that loved ones are left not any kind of life made.
        J

        • RDS

          For a little more background on the inspiration for this philosophy. Have a look here https://www.keswick.org/explore/history-culture/millican-dalton

          Giving you more information about the man who carved the epitath "don't waste words jump to conclusions" on his cave wall.
          Any decent poet wastes good words for the decadence of always finding more so I rephrased the sentiment.
          J

        • Neville


          Having now read these words through three times back on back, I maybe feel more alive than I did yesterday ..

          • RDS

            You and me my friend. Yesterday's news grows to be tomorrow's questions, thoughts amended in live feed broadcasts...breakthrough ideas that close doors and open others.
            Stay creative.
            J

            • Neville



              You too sir ............

              Neville

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            • Poetic Dan

              2pac would be proud! I'm going to have another few goes because I know each time music starts to evolve...

              I could say more but your words is like to divulge, you definitely know you are a poetic soul!

              Thanks for joining and an absolute pleasure my friend..

              In your words
              Stay creative!

              Much peace and respect

              • RDS

                Thanks for your comments Poetic Dan, nice to be here amongst other creative souls. Yes poet is my only identifier I shed my professional skin, rose above the chattering and bird brained twittering that tears down instead of building.
                I still work but because I'm needed not because it satisfies some meaningful need in myself.
                Yes a poet for the love of it
                Thanks for dropping by to read and keep the flow going bud.
                J



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