A coffee tongue burn's real, a gecko's chirp, an ocean buoy swim
as is a pawn's checkmate, upon a sad King whose last move is dim
Comic books are fake, also egos inflated with "I have more worth!"
so is the Jesus myth, by claiming a dead man once walked this Earth
11:11, my moment of birth, and you're already a two minute handful
when Earth's ether's quietly greeted, two brand new crowning's of thankful
you went before, easing the way, and for this I'll stay eternally grateful
but if you were to die two minutes ahead, man that'd be perfectly fateful
It matters not how far we fall
Nor how much time we've left to tread
What matters is to give our all
Untill the day we're left for dead!
I want to get to where I'm going but I don't know how to get there
I need to think of something big but I can't escape my blank stare
I'm feeling dizzy and unstable like a hungry, old, diseased bear
I'm whining about the state of things but really know it's all fair
That dude in Silver Lining's Playbook is obsessed a lot with his hair
He says he loves her, she whispers "okay", then climbs up onto his chair
No living thing on Atomic green Earth
regardless of delusional human minds
staging legendary, death defying feats,
can start back up again after ending.
Love is all that matters, though you laugh at me as thee
yes you think that I am crazy, oh you do but you shall see
love and forgiveness, love and forgiveness are the major minor keys
humming softly from the east now, invisible as summer breeze
Oh, have you heard the latest news?
That nutty old dude the Marshal's dead,
and ne're again do we ever have to hear
what's rattlin' around in his crazy head.
Oh, well he did write a few of 'em down
his kindly, supportive, only sister said.
Perhaps now with his untimely passing,
in memoriam he'll become widely read?
I like that 'tears in the rain' scene
from the first Blade Runner movie,
when the replicant killer Roy Batty
ends his eloquent, ad-libbed monologue
with a sweet and simple, "...time to die."
When the boy cub plays with her tail
pounces joyfully, attacking her chin
a more rapturous moment on Earth
nor in heaven has ever there been.
Caring, kindred spirits, of Earthly eons grown
rally to the forebrain, where every wisdom's known
borne from loving gentleness, enabled perfectly to see
my third-eyed human kindness grants me immortality
I challenge you to a poem battle,
now saddle up and slay me.
Inspired thoughts turned into verses,
glimpse the mightiness within thee.
