Birth or Death?

[George.Wright]

Birth or Death?


Minnows of pure moonlight flew past your bewildered head
As you lay comatose, so still on the unmade bed
Unable to separate the golden dreams from the wake
Angels were tugging and pulling your silver cord to take...

Pills like pomegranates were strewn all over your chest
The white flesh like snow, contrasting, underneath the rest
And you dream of the arterial fountains, gushing with deep blood
Garden's of idyllic Eden before the deluge of the flood...

Watch as the misty moon tears at your veils of reality
It threatens to take over the wild horses of insanity
Hooves thundering in your imaginations of place
Metallic gold and clickings of the blacksmiths of time and space...

Howling, rabid dogs that snarl in your startled face
Medusa snakes hissing in the opulence of seductive soft lace
As you view the tunnel of light like a capture
Let it fill your soul with a joyous rapture...

Fuelled by the alcohol and the dark pills that grow
The straitjacket of life, just refuses to let go
Then, suddenly there is wet, warm, blood on your hair
The white nurses sat back and just managed a whimsical stare...

A slap, a cry and a sharp intake of breath
Either this is birth again or a very confused death...

Georges