{ON MY IMMINENT DEMISE}

{ON MY IMMINENT DEMISE}
THE BEAT OF MY HEART...
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And if my passing was equated to a thing I wonder what it would be?
Would it be a sigh as a breath is breathed in relief?
Would it be a lonely leaf blowing in a fall breeze.
Spinning on its way to the ground  making way  for winter.
Would I be remembered a soldier or a coward, my scars they do run deep.
Keloid's have callused my heart.
It pounding in pain.
Would I be equated to the sun shining bright in the morning sky as a new day dawns?
Would I be the twilight?
A trip into the unknown?
A descent into the triple stages where monsters and knowledge roam unfettered and free.
Would I be beast ready to render to shreds or hero standing poised at the pinnacle?
Looking off into the distance.
I keep telling them not to cry for my passing is my birth on a higher plane of existence.
This whole sordid affair just a phase on my way to becoming.
A conversation as I am weaved into the flow...
Absorbed into the all of it all.
Would I be remembered as hue-man or just another nigga.
Prophets are born in ghettos... Rag to rags and all that.
Ain't no riches for men who speak truth.
They walk among dead souls that stand upright and wish for better days...
Fall down on their knees look to the sky and pray for them.
They not knowing their true power.
If my passing were equated to a thing I find myself wondering what it would be.
A whisper or a gunclap?

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY