Miscellaneous:

[jakeminick]

[I just finished this and it's kind of all over the place but, it seems pretty entertaining. Suggestions and criticism are welcome. It's a rough draft and i just wanted to finish something.]

[Picture a guy on stage holding a skull like Hamlet and possibly wearing an orange cape.]

The empty eye holes
of a skull
speak volumes more
to loved ones
than makeup’s
dressing of the
vacant vessel.

Such as
the big bang
of atom splitting
dissipating
through fervent screams.
And the beauties
that resonate
through a simmering spirit,
As it searches for purpose
in building identity.

These realities shine bright
through the stark sockets
of what was...

Cosmetics cannot do this...

But, remind us to forget
that we too will cease to exist
in this form.
And may indeed disintegrate
to nothing but skeletons.

The cosmetics of life
dress things
in nice packages
as we continue
to hang bay leafs
on everything from death
to languages.

"You must no see that.
Let me dress it for you.
Let me dress it for you."

"We've decorated your imminent death
in so much entertainment
that you'll never see it coming.
And as
for what happens,
we have a variety of versions,
all wrapped in plastic.
Ready to purchase
for your send off service."

"We've industrialized ritual;
How'bout a casket?
Check out that interior
and just look at that finish.
We have the flyest styles
for your putrefying wishes."

And we continue to do this.

Compounding ideological layers
like makeup on a corpse
because it's hard
to let go.

But these void orbits do not hide
from shining the raw nature of life.

From furnace to abyss,

this bleakness now speaks...

"Waste not a breath

from summits you seek."