I pray for life...for death is addictive!

I pray for life...for death is addictive...
"Sanest?"
Some may differ...just the mention of those 5 letters cause many to shiver

It’s all around us...
yes! death! it is present

I beg to live and never break the rules set before the foundations of the earth
When we were spirit and perfect! just not yet made manifest in flesh

How can one see and not touch
touch and not lust...
Lust and no pursue...
Pursue and not remember
remember and not revert!
I pray for life...for death is addictive

Not even thinking...
eyes met on separate carriage ways
she bluffed her way through everything
attracted like a mate in heat;
sour flies to state food...
about 4"7' maybe 5ft tall

Death wasn't even attractive...
but weird to the normalcy of life
share shared curiosity
i knew it was addiction; but it came clad in tight jeans and dark skin
wavy hair and lazy eyes,
short teeth and a lisp

Carried on intuition
death lost it way and asked me for directions...
i knew nothing of calamity till then

i could've strayed it further
but i left it follow
i paid deaths way to the bus park

"could i have a picture?" i never imagined i'd save the thought...
You see...the metaphor of this short story of present history
is that death is the decision we make from right and wrong;
light and darkness; heaven or hell;
real or unreal, believe it or not
I pray for life...for death is addictive

Guards drawn down; but senses high!
death and i sat together sharing no conversation
Spirits react to innocence as a babe joined the ride...
death smiled and asked to play with it
the father let the babe go

Death thought the babe to talk
after bumping it's head twice to the bus ceiling

So calmly the babes innocence prevented further destruction...
a thousand angels stirred around
poking death in the face as it tried to speak in the babes ear

"This is not right!" the baby thought
reaching to deaths heart with his ear...
he heard nothing like a melody just a long lasting, never ending silence.

The young boy raised an alarm and stretched for his father!
death no longer held his hand

I pray for life...for death is addictive
not attractive, not reactive but existent, never distant.

Death is obvious and many times unexplainable
like these words that have joined on this page
No details and no strings attached!
I pray for life...for writing these are...