Motley Moose – Archive

Since 2008 – Progress Through Politics


  1. ursoklevar

    When death comes

    like the hungry bear in autumn

    when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

    to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;

    when death comes

    like the measle-pox;

    when death comes

    like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

    I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering;

    what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

    And therefore I look upon everything

    as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,

    and I look upon time as no more than an idea,

    and I consider eternity as another possibility,

    and I think of each life as a flower, as common

    as a field daisy, and as singular,

    and each name a comfortable music in the mouth

    tending as all music does, toward silence,

    and each body a lion of courage, and something

    precious to the earth.

    When it’s over, I want to say: all my life

    I was a bride married to amazement.

    I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

    When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder

    if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

    I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened

    or full of argument.

    I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.


    I think GMB02 did not simply visit this world. Blessings on him and on all who loved him.  

  2. LabWitch

    hoping for strength and the knowledge that GMB02 is now on a new journey, into the vast universe to which we all return.

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