TALKING CRYONICS

Did you ever want to go to a time in the future after your own death?
Cryonics is thought to be science fiction by some people. Imagine yourself five hundred years from now, in a very different world. Cars will fly in cities where the streets have been turned into immense parks. Money might have finished and no one in the world will die at all.
You will live for as long as you want to, and when you’re tired of life, you'll be placed in a tank.

We all have to die at the moment. No one is safe from death. Whether you’re young or old, poor or rich, black or white, intelligent or dumb, you have to die.
I don’t want to be placed in a coffin where I’ll decompose or to be burned to cinders. Cryonics might take me to that future where death has been vanquished. If I don’t wake up at all and cryonics fails, I stay dead. Just like the rest of you.

FEAR

I wonder how it must feel
To look at the world for a last time
Before you’re all alone
In front of fear

As you shut your eyes
And float towards the abyss
What will your last thoughts be
Imagine oblivion

Drifting towards non existence
And seeing nothing
As you move into the void
Emptiness greets you

At that moment
When you stop being yourself
And turn into the universe
Called death

A DREAM

A calm sea shines under a full moon
Showing the view

Of a peaceful beach
Amidst utopia

As a wave hurtles
Towards the shore

Threatening to engulf me
Into chaos

I wish it to stop
And it’s Motionless in an instant

Weird in my vision
I can’t be sure whether it’s reality

Or if it exists alongside my fears
I’m thankful for this gift of freezing time

To save my life
Lost in the cosmos

Then consciousness
Threatens to sweep away sleep

And throws me
Towards a bluish sea of reality

While the morning sun
Awakes my senses

As I open my eyes
I remember that frozen second

Of eternity
Thrown into uncertainty

SACRILEGE

Whatever is true
Whatever is right
You receive it from me

Peace will reign
In this life
If you listen to my words and obey

My commands
As they’re pure
Noble and trustworthy

Because I’m the light
And guidance
Without me

The birds will cease to sing
And chaos will reign
On earth

Come to my kingdom
Of light
And you’ll get deliverance

To fight a mortal legacy
Inherited from our ancestors
In the Garden of Eden

I make the world turn
Even if I don’t exist
And my words are sacrilegious

MY CHOICE

I want my body in ice
Where it’ll survive harshness

In a bed of cold liquid
It will last

Up to the end of time
Enshrouded in freshness

Far from cremation
And the tomb

There is no heaven
Hell stays a legend

The future for me
Lies in the frost

While others decompose
Becoming bones

Turning into dust
Back to the earth

Time will tell
Whether I’ll survive

Cocooned in ice
Marooned in age

SURVEY
What do you want to happen to your body after you die?

1: Do you want to be cremated?
2: Do you want to be buried?
3: Do you want to be frozen?

You must explain why you are doing it.

SAVING HENRY

Henry is a dummy
With plastic skin
And placid eyes

At five thirty he died
By five thirty one
He was lifted onto the ice bath

We didn’t want to send him
To dummy heaven
If it ever existed

We did compressions
Put his head in ice
And an IV line in his arm

Medications went in
Flowing through his blood
And stopped free radicals

Ice bags around his body
Kept the temperature down
While oxygen

Went into his lungs
Saving the brain
Keeping grey matter fresh

My father died ten years ago. As a cryonicist,I haven't recovered from that terrible tragedy yet. I have lost my father twice as far as I'm concerned. First to death itself, and then to the tomb. HE'S GONE FOREVER

IN MEMORY OF DAD

I have memories of you
Happy events of my childhood
Shrouded in fog
Dimmed by the years

As I remember you
I dissolve in tears
A proud man
Has been reduced to dust

What lies under the mud
It’s not my dad
He’s gone forever
And only lives in my mind