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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Spare me over til another year.

I have about as many unfinished posts as those that have been published.  Of those, it's a shame that the ones that get the highest traffic aren't the thoughtful bits, but the graphic ones.   I've always said that the general population would eat cow pies and swear that they were delicious if you marketed them properly.  My fault for serving cow pies then.

Much sadness has visited my little world in the past twelve months.  The twenty two year old son of a friend died.  The result of his drug use, yes, but that does not relieve the pain for those who loved him.  My friend offered a tearful admonition to me to love my children while I can.  You never know when they might be taken away.

A neighbor passed about six months ago.  Just my age. Went to bed and never woke up.  Her daughter found her the next morning.

This week another neighbor passed.  Just shy of fifty.  Pretty, smart, athletic.  A good man and three little boys without their momma now.

Tough to keep faith on days like these.  Some folks don't believe in the afterlife.  My self included at times. 

O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year

8 comments:

  1. Ok, will do. But what will u do with that extra year?

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  2. Spend as much time as I can afford to on the water. It's until another year, the one I am aiming for is 2061.

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  3. ..and wonder what it would be to go to that place, against my will.

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  4. Having exchanged a few words with u, i think it would be worse than ur worst nightmare. But then again, some men who entered there became a different person once they realized there was no way out. Then......begged me not to dismiss them.

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  5. The context being: "a hot, sensual, sexy, and out of this world experience for all participants. It's where dominas and slaves meet, explode, and unite in ecstasy." No nightmares. Now, that piece you wrote on corrective measures? Definitely not wanting to see that place.

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  6. "Definitely not......" U mean the part where i describe the education of non-slaves? R u one?

    No nightmares? U really believe u could fit in The Labyrinth/That Place?

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  7. If, as John Fogerty says, life is just a rodeo, then I would like to have such an experience before the bell.

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  8. He said: SOMETIMES I THINK life is just a rodeo. So:

    1)He's not thinking that all the time.

    2)His thoughts r wrong.

    Besides: Life in the Labyrinth/That Place is far from the rodeo nonsense. No similarities whatsoever!

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