A conversation with Death

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Death

Death, are you my maker? Master I am your slave.

Death, are you proud of me? Master I am your gentle fiend.

Death, are you ready for my plea? Master I am ready for thee.

Death, is it you or is it me? I need you, and you need me.

Oh, death my sweetest misery, you rejoice my dreams.

In my darkest hour death comes to redeem me, not you, me.

I am the slave; death is my master, ever so enchanting.

Under a dark cloud of dust, we are everlasting.

I know what I want,

I know what you need,

You want to see me suffer?

I am on my knees.

It’s the sweetest ritual of misery;

To know, to feel, the sanity.

I can see you reaching out for me,
never confounded, always decided.

I can tell by the way you breathe,
your death inside of me.

“I can feel your blood, everlasting heartbeats, escaping swiftly into darkness”- proclaims Master Death ever enchanting.

“Death, feel my nails digging into your chest, is there a heart that I can eat inside somewhere? Master, master, do I have something to gain?”- (this is my plea).

“I want to be punished, I want to obey, I will do anything you say”- Reveals Master Death somberly.

Death be proud, you take the best and the fouled,

Death be proud, you take the flawed and the geniuses,

Death be proud, you take the innocence and the evilness.

Alas, Oh, Death! "How much do I love you?" You inquire into my descent.

"Not enough to save you my dear Master Death, not enough to save you", I say again and again.

For I have no soul,

I have only my love,

I give only my consecrated body

An offering to my master,

If he will graciously take me under his wings;

As an apprentice, a mentor in slavering.

I’d listened to the words he’d say,

But in his voice I felt decay,

The sweetest chant you’d ever heard

It took the tears, it eased the pain.

Master Death everlasting’s embrace

Still cold inviting ever standing, pure grace.

Apprentice of death, slave to the master.

Master, oh master, let us drink from the sacred torrid waters of time.

Let the wine flow into the catacombs of your decadence;

Let us rejoice into the dawn and descent of men!

Death become my maker, master is the song into my dreamscapes!

A Man is gone and heaven only knows

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He came riding fast like a phoenix out of fire flames
He came dressed in black with a cross bearing my name
He came bathed in light and the splendor and glory
I can't believe what the lord has finally sent me

He said dance for me, fanciulla gentile
He said laugh awhile, I can make your heart feel
He said fly with me, touch the face of the true God
And then cry with joy at the depth of my love

'Cause I've prayed days, I've prayed nights
For the lord just to send me home some sign
I've looked long, I've looked far
To bring peace to my black and empty heart

Ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, aaaaaah !

My love will stay 'till the river bed run dry
And my love lasts long as the sunshine blue sky
I love him longer as each damn day goes
The man is gone and heaven only knows

'Cause I've cried days, I've cried nights
For the lord just to send me home some sign
Is he near ? is he far ?
Bring peace to my black and empty heart
So long day, so long night
Oh Lord, be near me tonight
Is he near ? is he far ?
Bring peace to my black and empty heart.

Estuve cantando esta cancion y pensandote semanas antes de tu partida.
?Fue esta cancion un presagio, para lo que nos deparo el destino Karmiko?
A veces siento que vivo en universos alternos: entre la vida y la muerte. 

Tu cara se dibuja en mi memoria (Rosa, 1997). Añoro tu presencia tan fuerte y contundente en mi.

Te extraño: Tu voz, tus ojos como claro de monte, tus labios dulces, tus manos grandes, tus brazos fuertes, tu cuerpo cortado y dotado, tus palabras, tus cuidados, tus mensajes entre lineas que me cortaban.

Todo de ti, te amo. ?Habra otro como tu? Como tu: !nadie, nadie nadie!

Desde mi lecho de muerte

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Voy hablando del amor, mientras camino por el valle de las flores de la muerte....-(Rosa, 1997)

He aqui la mujer que dejo de ser para ella
la que se entrego a los brazos de Morfeo.
He aqui la mujer que dejo atras las penas,
la que se despego de su propio seno.


!Mirad y admirad la belleza decadente celestial!
Pues nadie sabe que esta muerta viva: Viva Muerta.

"Me llaman Morticcia, con las manos negras", su voz acaricia mis sueños.

Lentamente me rindo, ante la luna llena, su piel transluce mis penas.


He aqui la mujer que reencarno 
la que desperto
la apertura de sus ojos ante la flor de loto


He aqui la mujer que se desintegro en tus pupilas dilatadas y extasiadas.
!Comedla, devoradla, saboreadle!

En cada bocado degustareis vuestra esperanza...banal, quebrantada y lamentable.