more happiness in life then in death you shall find, but in death celebration a sort of necrophiliac hedonism, and you will find more pleasure in the good things you've done after you die, but practice silence- silence is best: blue eyes sparkle brightly opened wide, but already dead and the stresses but damn the pressure, of living life in 18 years; nothing left to give anymore but complacency - compliancy, and if you're happy oh so light, and nothing left, but I see and hear brighter voices, stronger sounds whisper enchanting in my air of, a future not so dark; so even if the internal turmoil isn't completely over, and the blackness swallows over half, smile and put one beautiful foot forward, head high into the night...... copyright 2002 The PooRe PoeT 11-12-2002 to s.w