To Get Lost Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

From my flesh
fresh, watched
youth; loud, proud
self-pitying, reveling in
pain. Life is just time and
time no longer exists…
Raw meat; the stench
clings like the tongue
scales, insufferable!
And time stands still…
There is no cruising, no
escape; not for those weak
for them, life is just a death
alone. A piece of meat stood
still, being a self-inflicting crust.
A correction to that sheet of nails.
Moi? One love, one life, one stroll
upwards towards that last step
over and off of that cliff; into
the breaks, through the fall
of courage and grit, true
to my being, my reason
in living, my mission and
my task given… this is my
conviction. But time yet stands
still, in a life and upon a death.
Time, and life, and death stood
shoulder to shoulder and still
as to all beings upon and in
this earth; lost. I slip on time.
Yet still IAM. IAM love and
lust and fun and such the
fellow traveler; that reveler
the rebellious natured son of
"That Bitch" … Hey, no joke! If
"all men are dogs"? Read me?
IAM of my own, and just as time
must cease; as I was human, was
sharpened, was time, yet still I
did, and will continue to die!
On that day that I exist
IAM human… Tell me
why human death
is not cherished?
Tell me why death
is shunned, when the
years come? Is it because
you are taught and believe
that death is it? Or is it because
you have not lost your ‘religion' yet?
"For whatever it is worth, " Lose that crap!
Find your-self a book from the early 60's
and read the preface well… then throw
all of your current books into the fire place!
Then go take a walk… any-where… and relax.
It will be simply fine. And it is no big deal for you
To get Lost