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Over My Dead Body
I’ve seen what is coming
and it terrifies me! Although,
what I fear is not my death:
It is not doing what
I came here to do—of
not being who I am.
So, I do not need a boyfriend!
I can live without romance, if
that is what I am calling forth.
What I cannot live with
is the realization of being
more, but becoming less.
Instead, I choose to call forth
All That I Am, to be everything
of which I am capable.
Do you hear me, God?
I will not die in a hospital, as
just another fucking statistic.
I will die in a forest,
or in a desert, or in a jungle,
or—better yet—on a cross.
For, I had no idea I was pushing the
experience of being a Master away
from myself. I mean, holy shit!
So, I am totally changing course.
I am doing a complete 'one-eighty'
and I am going into My God Space.
For, I will bring this new path into being.
And the only way that I will ever
give up is over my dead body!
-Paul Whiting
(a.k.a., Small All White in the Forest)
"I am no barrier to its sun; the light and I are as one!"
My Poetic Notes:
The reason that I wrote this poem can be summed up with the following statement: I tested HIV-positive in November of 2000! And I really felt like a failure, because "I was going to get AIDS and die like all of the other fags." So, I wrote this poem as a way to try and make myself feel better by seeing this "life challenge" as an opportunity to heal!
By the way, there used to be an "Absolutely Positive, Part 3 — To Finally Be Free," which was formerly published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog but, unfortunately, I accidentally deleted that poem while I was doing some editing on that blog!
However, that "To Finally Be Free" poem was also published on my "Three Dark Horses" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog) as part of my new "The Oneness Of God" spiritual practice, since I feel that the message in that poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "The Oneness Of God!"
Besides that, I republished the "Absolutely Positive, Part 3 — To Finally Be Free" post on my new "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog) as it was originally published on my "Small All White in the Forest" blog.
Just so you know, I revised this poem, as I often do with my writing! And I changed how this poem was written when I was editing it on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" and "Small All White in the Forest" blogs. So, I wanted to show you how this poem used to be written, before I revised it as above.
And it used to be written like this:
Over My Dead Body
I’ve seen what is coming
and it terrifies me! Although,
what I fear is not my death:
It is not doing what
I came here to do—of
not being who I am.
So, I do not need a boyfriend!
I can live without romance, if
that is what I am calling forth.
What I cannot live with
is the realization of being
more, but becoming less.
Instead, I choose to call forth
All That I Am, to be everything
of which I am capable.
Do you hear me, God?
I will not die in a hospital, as
just another fucking statistic.
I will die in a forest,
or in a desert, or in a jungle,
or—better yet—on a cross.
For, I had no idea I was pushing the
experience of being a Master away
from myself. I mean, holy shit!
So, I am totally changing course.
I am doing a complete 'one-eighty'
and I am going into My God Space.
For, I will bring this new path into being.
And the only way that I will ever
give up is over my dead body!
Thus, I revised this poem to be written as it is above.
And this poem was also published on my "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer" blog (please see the hyperlink below for the blog), since I feel that the message in this poem applies to the message I am trying to convey through "Paul Whiting — A Creative Writer."
This poem was written in Portland, Oregon.
-Paulee
https://threedarkhorses.blogspot.com
https://paulwhitingwriting.blogspot.com
This "Small All White in the Forest" Post No. 055 was edited on May 3rd, 2024.
"Poetry is using the fewest words possible in order to describe all that is possible to describe." –Paul Whiting [June 1st, 2022]
