Wake me up in the morning, oh God Kiss my brow I’ll get washed and dressed Slow with pleasure I’ll climb down the stairs Like a child again Into the living room I’ll go If you wake me up in the morning, oh God I’m living now
Wake me up in the morning, oh God Draw the curtains back Call me again if I’m slow to respond I can hear your laugh I can hear the birds outside In the shadows from the sun Wake me up in the morning, oh God I’m living now
That final fresh layer of snow And all lies forgotten beneath There are no goodbyes, there is no pain There’s not even a green wreath The past is gone, the memories fade away Life begins again, life begins a new day
Like any room Where death has occurred Birds come To the window pane Of the soul To see
Into any room Where death has occurred The lie and the truth This sleep is priced At half a cent
Like any room Where death has occurred That fills up with water And flies away Like a child Thru a window
I was drawing/sketching my living room. and doing research when by accident i came upon a video of the death of American poet Alan Ginsberg. As i was watching i heard a voice say “only sleeping” I suppose from one of the mourners present. so i was moved to add it to the sketch of my room and his most famous line of poetry below.
We are droplets of eternity Shadowy dancers who ask Can I be real? We dance on umbilical cords Like little wooden clocks How easily predictable we are
We are droplets of eternity Released into the sack of life The drying ground of earth Becoming a strata of bones In earths feral history
To die In supermarket earth To waste away Like MFI board on the heap Our bones Like architectural ruin Weathered and fragmented Surrounded By empty packets of soap powder Cat litter trays The scaffolding from billboards
To die in supermarket earth On shelves Wrapped in plastic bin liners Amongst the chicken bones From a Christmas dinner What were our faces for? Why did our hearts beat so fast? As we are peeled out of the night sky Like stained glass transfers from glass
At the end of time Mankind will gather To ask for mercy They who will not even be allowed A burial in the living earth
At the end of time Mankind will cry Its selfish arrogant cry Amongst the laughter of birds
My parents died And were burned in the fire Their ashes were scattered
It needs one heart Living in eternity To remember the dead And their lives Will not have been in vain
What happens after we die? I support the biblical view rather than the scientific view.