No more fights
No dead ends
No more time
for losing
Only love
Only hope
Happiness
is choosing
Poems
Dead end of disagreement, disappointment lightening quick
feeling hungry, tired, and broken, dreaming of a fight to pick
Gloomy, grumpy, and forlorn, all hope ebbing from my reach
I've nothing left to learn and there's no one I'd want to teach
I'm an old, sick dog, the Grim Reaper is my master
I'm leashed and heeled, very close now to disaster
I'm collared and tagged, ne'er fetching ball-o-bliss
here led to the cliffside, get a glimpse of my abyss!
I'm almost done
compulsively lying, subconsciously crying, absolutely dying
did the best I could
boldly cheating, emotionally overheating, delusionally bleating
Trampled by fate
terribly heartbreaking, totally painstaking, barely partaking
devoid of good vision
unabashedly grifting, manically shifting, aimlessly drifting
I'm still here, not gone yet
occasionally spurting, joyfully bursting
energetically inspiring, positively interacting
I'm still not whole, will always be broken
hopefully exhibiting, soberly communicating
personally striving, kindheartedly trying
We're Homines sapientes
'tis what we are you fools
now burn your Bible's fiction
and go back to science school
We're Homines sapientes
that's a fact no matter what
here drop your faith in God myth
and get on the science truck
We're Homines sapientes
meaning you and I plus we
put down your Christian dogma
and join Earth's science spree
What's inside a Homo-sapiens mind
'tis just as important and true
as what's inside an ant's mind
or a chimp's head, or a whale's brain
All the truth within the Universe
lies outside every Earthly mind
except for the reality of science
living inside Homines sapientes heads
There shall be no bitter end, for the fool 'tis now my friend, manifesting well again
that's life
I've exchanged salt for sweet, stupid idiot hath been beat, me myself the one to greet
that's life
Of course I'm talking about me, as the only twin to be, repairing goods in family trees
that's life
I got bitten by a bug, now I need a loving hug, saying with resigning shrug
that's life
My end's written on a wall, yet still I'm standing tall, staying grateful for it all
that's life
There's one thing I can tell, 'tis remembering me too well, tolling glorifying bell
that's life
It's just you and me here
My ever-loving bro
Rhymes for our eyes only
The last that we will know
It's just the way things are
My true-blue first-line chum
Runes for our eyes only
Last beatings of the drum
It's just you and me now
My everlasting friend
Poems for our eyes only
Right to the bitter end
Science is the only truth in the Universe
she's the absolute, unbending, unfolding truth
and science shows us there is no 'God'
'God' exists only inside man's mind
but the Universe exists outside man's mind
the Universe exists without man's mind
'God' cannot come from inside man's mind
'God' must come from outside man's mind
'God' can only come from the Universe herself
One thing within the Universe exists everywhere
both inside man's mind and outside man's mind
that one thing existing everywhere is the ATOM
If you seek a 'God', seek an ATOM
if you speak of 'Gods', speak of ATOMS
as science shows us 'God' is the ATOM
I'm a goner, for sure, although not quite gone yet
Who can count his loved ones on one old wrinkled hand
Still alive but dead to a double-crossed daughter
With time slipping away in my hourglass of sand
I'm a goner, indeed, with one foot in the grave
Who can count the years left on ten fingers or less
Still breathing but dead to a brother and sister
For bad deeds and dire faults mine alone I confess
I'm a goner, alright, although not quite done yet
Who can count lucky stars without shame or chagrin
Still awake and at peace with all slips of the past
With good luck on our side ever onward my twin!
