I Will Not Be On CNN When I Die

I will not be on CNN when I die. I will not be poked, prodded, examined, analyzed, lambasted, and praised By reporters reporting for reportings sake, When the deaths of countless innocents continue unabated Every second of every syllable of every word Rolling through the synapse fields of your mind. Innocents who are not celebrity people of importance Or the children of celebrity people of importance Or the friends of people of importance Or the fucking pets of importance, But they are Important. They are Important to their mother and father Who sacrificed their lives and poured their souls Into this innocent being. So that they may live and Experience the experience Of flowing, glowing life Pulsing through their veins and Pouring out their mouth and fingertips In their Crazed journey For the IT Of every moment. They are Important to their children Who looked up to them as Gods Guiding their way through the Treacherous waters of murky grey Reality. Laying planks over the deep, Pointing out the shallows to follow, and Telling them fables that let them Spot out The monsters to avoid. They are Important to their friends Who have no other soul to spark Their cosmic kindling In quite the same way, To share their laughs, Tears, Wit, Wisdom, Beauty, and Fun, great gleaming globules of fun That we can jump on and ride Past heaven itself Waving at the angels As we fly by Not giving a single fuck While holding on to our sides As our entire being implodes Into a magnanimous fit Of giggles That restarts the universe. These companions on our stepping stone of life That make the ride worth riding and Show us Everyday that We are not alone. They are Important to themselves Who have Looked out of no other eyes, Walked in no other feet, and Lived no other life In current memory. Who value Their precious existence Because . It is what allows them To keep feeling, To keep loving, To keep their candle burning bright As they look For those little moments Of paradise. They are Important because they are alive, Because they have passions and dreams, Because they are you and you are them In every sense of the word. They feel what you feel And know what you know, They are humans, Animals, Brilliant shining souls Exploding into innumerable stars Scattering beyond history itself And they will not be on CNN when they die.