Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

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Death Sentence


When you finally realize
your life is a death sentence
in every breath
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  • Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (4/9/2014 10:16:00 AM)

    The poem theme is the mortality of human being which I feel the living organisms are destined to depart from the world in the ultimate end result of life and predestined by the universal power or something else one selects the words according to his beliefs. Transcendence and independence is destined to us according to our actions in this world which must be certainly within the parameters of judgement of good deeds the world likes to see one to act. The poem is worthy for understanding and makes its meaning in a good sense. (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (4/9/2014 9:45:00 AM)

    What once was so simple would now be the most important things in our lives. Yet are we ready for goodbye? Thank you and may your write be pure creation. (Report) Reply

  • Babatunde Aremu (4/9/2014 3:13:00 AM)

    Talking of the inevitability, when faced with death sentence it is a different ball game. Nice thought (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (4/9/2013 5:24:00 PM)

    it is encouring that despite the awareness of death sentence poem talks about freedom and illumination. Independence certainly comes with accepting our mortality and moving on. Very nice poem. (Report) Reply

  • Hardik Vaidya (4/9/2013 9:16:00 AM)

    Ray I loved your poem, but I have a different opinion of the angle of the photographic shot you took. Life as we know emanates from what we know as the dead. Therefore birth and life associated post birth as we know it is a life sentence. The problems or the so called problems which we love to get into and the pot holes that we seem to be suckers (we as in the generic sense of the word) for falling into again and again is because of our inability to make anything of this sentence of life. The very association of our entire societies, civilisations with sentences, with an overbearance on the apt usage of time. Time perhaps is not that precious at all. It is going to flow at its own pace, no one can slow it, nor can one hasten it, therefore fundamentally to use it seems a very Un intelligent proposition in a weired kind of way. It does not belong to any one. Perhaps at this very root of our mins understanding lies our misunderstanding of death and hence our obsession with living our lives without living it. God bless. (Report) Reply

  • Owain Glyn (1/16/2013 7:42:00 AM)

    The trouble is that the majority of us do not recognize our own mortality until the weight of our mistakes leave us unable to lift our eyes to the heavens. (Report) Reply

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